Page 179 of Indecent Obsession
She arches an eyebrow, probably because my hand is on her bare back. “You still see me as a little sister?”
“No, flower. I’ve never seen you more clearly.” I swallow and take in her dress and the diamonds. We’re in a hallway where anyone could wander by and find us together, pressed close. I step back and take her hand. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
She glances nervously toward where we came from, but fuck it. We can use the little sister card. It doesn’t bother me like it bothers Wyatt. My disappearing act might put out my date, but fuck if she says Finny one more time, I’m going to have to start shoving food in her mouth.
“Come on, flower, haven’t you ever explored the building during one of these things?” I give her a crooked grin.
“Recently devirginized, remember?” Her eyes light up with interest as she steps in my direction like she knows it’s all sorts of wrong, but doesn’t care.
As we walk, I draw her in close to me. “That’s right. You’ve never snuck away for a quickie at an event before.”
Her eyes darken as she shakes her head. Fuck, I’ve been hard because of Sara all night, but that innocent desire on her face makes me ache. I honestly was just going to show her something no one else gets to see, but now I’m going to fuck her while I do it.
Sara
Finn tightens his hand on mine as he draws me to a small door that blends into the woodwork of the wall. It doesn’t even have a doorknob. He pushes on it and the latch gives.
I hesitate and glance over my shoulder again. No one else is around, but this is something I never would have done before. I’ve never snuck off at an event.
“Live a little, flower.” Finn’s smile heats me up as I follow him into the employee hallway. I get an impression of white walls before the door shuts behind us.
No one is in here. The lights aren’t even on. I cling to Finn’s arm as he leads me down into the blackness.
“Do you know where you’re going?” I whisper.
“Of course.” He draws me in tight against his side, and I breathe out at the heat that rushes through me to pool between my legs from being so close to him.
“Have you done this before?” Some of the heat dissipates thinking about him with another woman, someone like Olivia.
“Snuck off, yes.” Finn doesn’t pull his punches. But I’ve known he’s the kind to wander off to fuck someone during an event. That’s not new news to me. “Shown them this part of the museum?”
He stops us and a little click sounds before low light fills the space as a door opens.
“Only you.” He draws me out and my heels click on the marble tile floors. The room is dimly lit and there aren’t any entrances that I can see from here. A few pieces of art hang on the wall.
My brow furrows as we step farther into the room. “Where are we?”
“Special exhibits.” He backs away from me toward the bench in the center. “One of my clients owns these pieces and loaned them to the museum for this exhibit. You have to pay to get into this room and they only let in a few people at a time.”
I stop in front of a painting. A beautiful field of flowers rolling into one another. There’s an old church in the background. My fingers linger on the delicate chain of diamonds between my breasts as I visually explore the piece.
Finn steps up behind me, surrounding me in his heat. “Do you like it?”
“It’s gorgeous. The detail is mesmerizing. A lot of art is the impression of something. This is almost like a photograph.”
“It’s one of my favorites.” Finn’s voice is directly behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. “I like the amount of detail. That the artist didn’t just skip over making the flower petals. He gave them the attention they needed.”
My breath catches, noticing the nuances. The tiny brush strokes. Something I never thought Finn would notice. The little details.
He rests his hands on my bare waist and I gasp at the sparks flooding my system. “Do you know how much I want you, flower? Every single inch?”
His lips touch my shoulder and everything I’ve been worried about slips away.
“How much?” I whisper as I lean back into his warmth.
He caresses my side before his hand slides beneath my dress to cup my breast. I buzz inside from anticipation.
“Fuck.” His whisper is harsh against my skin. “So much that I know better but I can’t stop myself. I need you, flower.”
