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Five
     
    “Damn it,” Jillian muttered. Fin was standing right there in
the lift lobby, waiting for an elevator. She ducked back around the corner
before he could spot her, and then set off for the Victorian wing and the old
elevator. She’d been avoiding it because Fin had such a preference for it, but
if he was going to use the modern ones, then she really had no choice.
    She pressed the call button and waited for the door to
rattle open. As beautiful as the lift was, it made her think of Fin, remember
what the two of them had done there.
    What they could have done there.
    Her body warmed, and her pussy dampened. Fin’s chest, so
strong, his pecs defined, muscles tensing as he touched her…
    His dick, thick, reaching toward her with a glistening
pearl of moisture at the head…
    Someone cleared their throat behind her, and a shudder ran
down her spine. Surely she couldn’t be this unlucky?
    Turning, she smiled weakly. “Hi, Fin.”
    “Jillian.” He raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t seen you for a
while. Were you waiting?” He gestured at the lift, door open, and she flushed.
Of course he’d catch her daydreaming about him.
    “Er.” She stepped into the elevator. “I was—distracted.” He
followed her in and pushed the button for his floor, then hers. The door
closed.
    Her fingers started to itch. His hair looked so soft. She
wanted to run her hands through it, tug a little, use her grip to guide his
head down…
    Fuck it…
    She reached out and grabbed him by the back of the neck,
jerked his head down, and pressed her open mouth to his.
    “What…” He yanked back, looked at her, and she licked her
lips and pressed up against him. That was all it took.
    He backed her up against the wall and kissed her, long, hot,
and with lots of tongue. His body pressed her against the wall, and she
undulated against his dick. He stroked down her body, sliding his hands into
her shirt, his fingers feather-light against her skin, and within seconds she
shivered, her nipples tightening almost painfully, then Fin’s hands were on her
hips, firm and steady, drawing the fabric of her skirt up, up, until it was
around her waist and his hands touched skin, stroking, catching hold of her
panties and drawing them down.
    “Fin,” she gasped against his lips, pulling at his T-shirt,
desperate to get her hands on him. He let her go, yanked the shirt off, and
grabbed her again.
    “Wait, your pants…”
    He swore and she laughed, invincible in the face of his
desire, and between them they made quick work of his jeans and boxers, and she
was back in his arms, kissing her way along his neck to his delicious lips. She
moaned and rubbed against him again, loving the drag of his hard cock on her
abdomen, the dampness that signified pre-cum. Her pussy, already damp,
twitched. She tore her mouth away from his.
    “Fin, do it, put it in. I don’t want to wait.” He didn’t
argue, just lifted her. She opened her legs and wrapped herself, arms and legs,
around him as he positioned himself and pushed into her. She wasn’t as ready as
she could have been, but she was wet enough to enjoy the friction as he slid
in. “Ungh…” She bit his neck as he began to thrust, a steady rhythm…too steady.
“Fin!” She deliberately contracted her pussy muscles around him, and he gasped,
his breathing becoming uneven. She did it again, and this time he moaned,
losing his rhythm.
    “Harder,” she whispered, digging her hands and feet into his
back, and he started pumping again. This time his strokes were shorter, harder,
less about rhythm and more about instinct. Jillian’s breathing hitched, and her
whole body began to tingle as he continued to drive into her, his skin damp
with sweat. Pressure built deep in her pelvis.
    “Fin, I’m going to come, just a bit more, more… Ohhh…”
    Every muscle tensed, clenching hard, and the pleasure-pain
was almost too much, then it was over and she was limp. Only Fin’s grip on her
and the wall at her