My Arrogant Boss by Kylie King
Chapter Twenty-Two
FINN
I’d been to Vegas multiple times and gambled a lot, but being there with Rachel was a completely different experience.
She was fun, whether she cared to admit it or not. She thought she could fool me with her serious façade, but I was having the most amazing time with her…and it felt weird as fuck.
I wasn’t used to whatever this feeling was. I looked at her beneath all the bright lights and glittery chandeliers, and my heart did weird spasms in my chest. Whenever I saw her talk or sip her drink, I wanted to steal every kiss from her plump lips. And when guys would stare or hit on her, it made me want to punch them in the face. I’d had several instances where I’d stand closer to her just to get them to back the hell off.
I thought about that night we had together in the hotel when we called our truce. How she drove me crazy with her body, made me feel like a man. Made me feel vulnerable for the first time ever with a woman.
It felt like forever since that night, our connection had become stronger, and no, it wasn’t just the sex. It was something more—something I couldn’t quite place my finger on.
At first, I couldn’t stand the woman in front of me, but now I couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like without her around. She’d become an asset at the office as well as in my personal life, and I wanted to keep her around—hang onto that feeling.
“What are you thinking about?” Rachel asked, pulling the lever of her slot machine down.
I sighed, reaching for my lever too. “Just…stuff.”
“Seems like some pretty deep stuff. Your face is all twisted up like you’re upset about something.”
I looked over and expected her to already be looking at me, but she was focused on the machine, crossing her fingers and hoping for a win.
“You wanna get out of here?”
Her head turned, and she met my eyes. “Sure. We can go. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I just want to go someplace quieter. Have a drink to wind down or something. I think waking up early is starting to catch up with me.”
“Well, we can go back to my room or yours if you want to,” she shrugged.
“I’d like that.”
We collected our things and made our way to the elevator. When we stepped inside, she stood across from me, pressing the button for our floor. It was only us on the elevator, which had been a first since arriving.
As the elevator ascended, she found my eyes and forced a smile. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
“You’re acting all weird.”
I took a step toward her. “Rachel.”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me you don’t feel this too.”
“Feel what?” she asked, standing a little taller and bringing her clutch closer to her chest.
“This. What we have. There’s a connection between us. I know you feel it.”
“Finn…” She shook her head and looked at the glowing buttons of the elevator.
“All day I’ve been feeling this strong pull towards you...”
“That’s just because we came here together. We’ve been drinking. And it’s just sex. You want sex again, and that’s fine.”
“No—it’s not just that. I’d know if it was just sex, but it’s not.” I was closing her in now.
She tipped her chin and looked up into my eyes. “Finn…don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t try and make this into something we both know it shouldn’t be.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…well, we’d never work, and you know it.”
“Says who?”
“Says the world. Every sign screams for me to stay away from you—to not take you seriously. To just have fun with whatever it is we have and then when it’s time to let go, to let it go.”
“Well, I don’t feel that.” I brought a hand up and clasped her chin between the tips of my fingers.
“What do you feel?”
“I feel something deeper for you. Something stronger than whatever bullshit you try to tell yourself.”
“I’m complicated,” she murmured.
“So am I.”
“It wouldn’t be fair to Katie or Aaron.”
“Are you kidding me?” I scoffed. “I love them, but fuck them right now. They’re happy. Why can’t we be happy too?”
“Okay. Fair point, but what about Ariel?” she countered quickly.
“I told you. Only a few more investments, Quinn.”
“And how long will that take?”
“I don’t know…a couple of months at least.”
“So, you want me to wait a couple of months for you to pretend you’re not already in a relationship.”
I worked hard to swallow. “Don’t make it sound so horrible.”
“It is horrible, Finn. I can only see this blowing up in your face if her father finds out you’re fucking another woman behind his daughter’s back. I mean…imagine you meet someone from work who knows him personally. They see us together and tell him. Then you’re fucked, your company might be at risk, and then you’d take it out on me. You’d resent me for your screw-up because that’s what you do best. You’re a master at resenting me.”
The elevator chimed, and the doors drew apart. We’d reached our floor, and Rachel walked out, huffing and flustered, but we weren’t done with this conversation yet.
“I have never resented you, Rachel,” I called after her, but she kept marching in her heels to get to the end of the hallway where her room was.
“Let’s just call this night off. We should both get some sleep anyway,” she muttered over her shoulder. She approached her door, pulling out her keycard. As she stuck it in, I reached her and spun her around to face me.
“You’re the one who resented me. You’re the one who has continued to bring Ariel up, but you know she’s not the real issue.”
“What are you talking about?” I saw her throat bob up and down, her eyes suddenly looking everywhere else but at me.
“You know Ariel isn’t the issue. You’re just using her as an excuse because you’re afraid. You’re worried I’m going to hurt you. You want me to resent you because resenting you would be much easier for you to accept instead of the truth.”
“What truth?” she breathed.
“That I love you…and you love me. And you can’t deny it. We’ve known each other for years, we’ve felt this pull for as long as we’ve met each other. We mesh, Rachel. We’re fucking fire together, and you know if we took this further, we’d be great together. But you’re afraid…and you’re trying to use any excuse to find a way out.”
She waved a dismissive hand and turned away, twisting the doorknob to go into the suite. “Goodnight, Finn.”
I held onto her arm. “Rachel.”
“Finn—please. I’m not doing this!” Her head shook rapidly. I could tell she wanted to cry, but that wasn’t the reason I brought this conversation to play. I cupped her face in my hands and dropped my lips on hers. I kissed her slowly, carefully. She whimpered and then moaned, kissing me right back.
Her palm pressed flat on my chest when our lips parted, and she said, “Why do you always have to be right?”
I smiled down at her, and it was enough to go for more. I kissed her again, backing her into the room. The door clicked shut behind us, and I picked her up in my arms, carrying her to the bed. Laying her down gently, I climbed on top of her and continued kissing her soft lips. I’d wanted to kiss her all night, and it was happening. Her mouth was on mine, our bodies connected.
She sighed as I dragged my lips to the arch of her neck.
“Finn,” she breathed as I slid a palm up her bare thigh.
“I don’t want you to deny me anymore, Rachel. Let me have you. I want you to be mine.”
She moaned as I lowered my head, kissing the insides of her thighs. I shoved the hem of her dress up, bringing the kisses higher, higher, until my lips found her thong.
I licked the fabric, sucked it, kissed it until it was damp—until she was wet and writhing—and with a finger, I eventually slid her panties aside and ate her pussy. She tasted good, fresh. And I could tell her pussy was eager for me. I rolled my tongue over her clit, slid it through the lips. I repeated my actions over and over again until her hand was in my hair, gripping and squeezing, while she came.
“Oh, Finn!” she cried.
She released my hair slowly, and I sat up, unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants. Once my briefs were gone, I grabbed her hand and lifted her up.
“Ride me,” I commanded.
“Kay.”
I rested my back against the headboard, and she slowly sank down on my cock. Her pussy wrapped around me, tight and slick, and my body grew tense, already on the verge of coming.
“Fuck, Rachel.”
She held my shoulders and rocked her hips, moving them forward and backward. I held her waist as she lifted up and down, her hair falling in her face, her pink nipples close to my lips. I leaned forward and sucked her nipple, and she moaned, riding me harder, faster.
“Fuck, I love you,” I sighed. “I love this so much.”
“Oh, Finn.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, grinding on my cock until I groaned, and before I knew it, I was coming inside her.
“Damn, Rach!”
I went still, my cock throbbing as I released. Every drop was in her, and something about that made me feel like a king.
When I was no longer throbbing, she leaned back and looked me in the eyes.
“I love you too,” she murmured. “But I swear to God if you hurt me, Finn, I’m going to punch you in your fucking throat.”
“Fair enough,” I said, and we both laughed.
She climbed off, and we showered. We had sex again in there, her hand pressed to the glass wall while I fucked her from behind, clutching a handful of her hair.
After the shower, we ordered room service and had a couple of drinks from the minibar, and while we ate, we talked about more activities we could do in Vegas the next day and even a few upcoming trips for work that we could make into getaways.
It was the perfect night with her. She was so relaxed, so comfortable and open with me. She was glowing, and I’d never seen her like this before. So angelic. So happy. It was a sight to behold, and I was glad to be the one who made it happen.
This night with her was everything…
But then the next morning happened, and it ruined everything.