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Unrequited(53)



The grip on my wrist had gotten tighter and his footsteps a little faster. I had to nearly trot to keep up with him. "She's emotional," was all I could come up with. I didn't quite fully understand her hesitancy toward Finn unless there was something deeper and darker that had happened while they were dating that neither wanted to confess.

He grunted and then stopped walking when he reached an opening wide enough to frame four doors. "This is the entrance. It will have twelve-foot double doors in the center and two sliding doors for accessibility on either side. When you first walk in, there’s a four-story atrium ahead of you flanked on either side by the escalator bank. Escalators go only to the third floor. Elevators take you to the fourth. There's room for shops on the first floor with the next three being offices. Floors five through eight floors are residential." He was apparently very done talking about Ivy. He walked me through the stores that had committed and then out onto the back which overlooked the river.

"This is a big project." I hadn't fully grasped the scope of the build from the erected steel beams.

"Too big for me," Finn admitted. "I'd never willingly sign up for this."

"But you're doing it." I leaned against one of the metal support frames. The view of the river was beautiful on the ground level, and I'd imagine eight floors up, it would be even more spectacular. Once this building was complete, the units would fly through the leasing agents’ hands.

"I am." He cocked his head.

"What now?"

"You and Adam are about the only ones who've never implied I'm in over my head."

"Maybe we know you best."

"Is that right?" He had moved so his big body was only inches from mine, his forearm resting against the metal beam.

"Yes." My heart was in my throat, but I couldn't stop the words from tumbling out even as they exposed every feeling I had. "I've made a study of Finn O'Malley. He's easy going on the outside, but he cares deeply. He’s had the same best friend since kindergarten. He sticks by people even when they've done him wrong because he wants the best for them. He takes on projects he doesn't want because someone he loved would have wanted him to finish them."

His work-roughened fingertips made circles around my face. "What does Finn O'Malley think of Winter Donovan?"

I sucked in a shallow breath. It was getting hard to breath. "Finn likes Winter. He thinks she's a talented artist. Also good at kissing."

One side of his sexy mouth quirked up. "Nothing else?"

Tongue-tied, I didn't know what else to say.

"Finn more than likes Winter. That's a pretty tepid phrase for how he feels about her. He also thinks she's a kick-ass artist and an even better kisser. He loves her kind heart and her willingness to listen. He loves her sexy black hair." He ran a hand over it, watching the silky strands slip through his fingers. "He adores her beautiful breasts and her very sensitive nipples." His hand crept under my shirt to squeeze one of them tightly between his fingertips. "Oh, right there, huh?" he murmured as I gasped at the response that echoed in the lower parts of my body. "He can't stop thinking about how good she tastes and how he'd much rather spend all his free time with his head between her legs."

It was a good thing the steel beam was behind me because otherwise I'd have fallen, particularly when his free hand slid under the loose leg of my shorts to rub over my very damp panties. His fingers pushed aside the elastic of the leg opening and briefly caressed my swollen lips before diving inside.

"Mhhmm," I moaned and then shut my mouth for fear my sounds would travel down the river. His shoulders were broad, and I was small enough that it was possible no one could see me, but we were in the open. One of his hands squeezed and kneaded my breast while the other was between my legs, making me wet and hot. I wanted to climb around him and press my aching center against the hard shaft rubbing against me.

"Can you come right here?" he whispered in my ear, running his lips along the shell of my ear and then finding the sensitive spot around my neck.

I shook my head no and then yes because I didn't know if I could and I wasn't sure if I should. He took my confusion away by not stopping. He dipped his head and claimed my mouth. I rode his fingers and sucked on his tongue until I forgot where I was and the danger of exposure.

He took his one hand away from my aching breasts, dipped his knees and then lifted me higher. I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed his fingers to stroke me to an orgasm, right there, in the middle of downtown for any resident to see. Thankfully his mouth stayed over mine the whole time, so at least my cries of happiness didn't echo up or downstream.