I tilt my head and find her lips with my own. When my tongue slips in, the taste of her vanilla creamer fills my mouth, and I groan, diving in deeper. The kiss is soft and sweet as I take my time to savor her. My cock grows hard against her thigh, begging to take her back to bed.
“I love you, Finn,” she breaks away and whispers in my ear.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”
“Thank you for showing me that safe is boring and taking a chance was worth it.”
I hold her close and pray I never give her a reason to regret that decision.
“Babe.” I answer my phone and move to the back of James’ office.
“Finn! I have the best news!” Presley shouts so loud Robbie starts to snicker.
“Sounds like it.” I chuckle.
“K9 for Warriors called, and they have three new dogs that are in progressive training. They asked if I would come to help out.”
“That’s great news.”
“And I finished Stace’s edits, and it’s fabulous.”
“I have no doubt it’s great.”
“And I spoke to Ember this morning. She was still upset about what happened last weekend, but I explained that it all worked out in the best way possible. So we made plans, and she’s coming to kickboxing with me this afternoon.”
“Glad to know.”
“So, it’s been such a great day so far, I had a wonderful idea.”
“Hit me with it.”
“Remember how you mentioned inviting your parents to brunch on Sunday? I think you should invite them to my dad’s house. I’ll cook. He’d love to have them over.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll make the call.”
“Okay, great. Are you having a good day?”
“It’s been normal, nothing like yours. Standing in a meeting right now.”
“Oh my gosh! Why didn’t you say so? I’ll let you go.”
“What’s the plan for tonight? Your place or mine?”
“I invited Ember over for a drink after our workout.” She laughs. “No judgment.”
“None at all. I’ll talk to Robbie, and we’ll pick up dinner?”
“Sounds good to me. Ask Tripp to join us.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be grumpy. I love Tripp. He’s funny, and Reese thinks he’s cute.”
“Presley,” I warn. “We have an unspoken rule between us guys. No set-ups.”
“Good thing I’m not a guy. See you around six-thirty.” She hangs up before I can argue further.
“Who’s being set up?” Robbie joins me as James’ assistant starts to hand out folders.