Multitasking is critical to success as an assistant. I have honed this skill working at RAA. Normally I'm very good at it.

As Fin and I walk up the stairs of my apartment building, I want to sort through the mail I just retrieved from the lobby and make a to-do list of things that I need to accomplish before our ceremony tomorrow night.

But Fin has other plans.

His hand cups my ass and he nuzzles his beard into my neck. His body stays in sync beside me as we climb. His lips never seem to leave my skin despite the steps. Clearly he has perfected certain multitasking skills of his own.

I drop the mail. It slides down the staircase, different pieces settle on various treads and the landing. Apparently when Fin is around me I can no longer manage a simple task and I'm upset with my bumbling.

"Shit!" I bend to pick up the envelope beside my foot.

Fin chuckles. "Allow me." He hops down to the bottom and starts gathering the scattered flyers and bills.

While I watch him, I suddenly realize that Fin is not just a mere star to me any longer. He is the sun and I am caught in his gravitational pull. And now that I'm aware of it, I feel myself spinning and rotating on this new axis. I grip the railing and plop down on the step beneath me.

Fin looks up at me and stops. "What's wrong?"

All of the time I spent in the last couple years working, all of the energy I spent resisting temptation, and all because I wanted to make something of myself, to create something, to prove something.

Fin walks up the stairs to me. He places the mail down beside my foot and his hands on my knees. "Millie, are you okay?"

I should be more upset with myself.  And two years ago, hell two weeks ago, I would have been.

But then I look into his eyes. In the dim light of the stairwell, they are almost as dark as the night sky. There is a whole galaxy within them that I want to explore. I shouldn't be surprised that it feels like I'm rocketing into a black hole at warp speed.

"I'm fine. Just a little bit dizzy. It'll pass."

Fin's hands slide up from my knees and along my thighs until his fingertips are under the edge of my shorts. His face is now just inches from mine. "You're sure?"

I smirk at him. "If I pass out will you give me mouth to mouth?"

He rubs his nose on mine. "I'll gladly resuscitate you right now."

When his lips meet mine I'm positive that Fin is the only person who can revive me. He puts the air back into my lungs and steadies my heart. I let go of the railing and grab onto his shoulder instead.

We separate, panting, and I look down at my phone in my other hand. The cursor flashes at item number two on my list. "Witnesses."

"I think we're safe in your stairwell. Nobody's door has opened." He picks up the mail and offers me his hand to help me up.

Since he stands on the lower step, when he pulls me into his arms, his face is against my breasts. His hands climb up beneath the back of my shirt.

"No Fin. I mean we need to decide on witnesses for the ceremony." I kiss the top of his head and then turn to ascend the stairs again. "Do we want to use the people they provide as witnesses, which seems kind of risky to me, or ask two people we trust? How secret are we being here exactly? Is there anyone that you want to confide in?"

We are in front of my place and I turn to Fin, expecting an answer. Instead, he leans against me and presses my back against the door. He bites my lip and starts to unbutton his pants. "Keys now!" he demands. He scrapes his teeth along my neck and I shiver.

"I thought I was the bossy one in this relationship?" Smirking, I shove my phone into one pocket and pull my keys from the other.  I hold them up so they dangle in front of his face like the carrot for a horse. After all, I'm about to go for a ride.

He turns me by my shoulders. "Unlock now!" he orders. Then he begins to unbutton my shorts while I fumble with the lock. "So impatient!" I tease.

His hand travels under the waistband of my panties and his fingers hit the right spot just as my key engages with the lock. Fin has me so close already that I don't twist the doorknob yet. My knuckles turn white as I clutch it. My other palm slaps against the door. I lean my head back against Fin's chest and he reaches under my shirt with his free hand. Then he brushes his fingers across my lace bra. "If you don't open that door soon, Amelia Stevens, I swear to God I will have my way with you on the tiles of this landing."

And with that, the orgasm crashes over me. I turn the knob and moan out. "O... O... Open!" But my body folds in over itself, like it is closing. Fin's hands are still trapped inside my clothes. The door swings into the apartment.

Fin kisses the back of my neck while I try to catch my breath. We hear the chain and the deadbolt for the apartment across the landing begin to unlatch, so we stumble inside my place and slam my door.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kwan are not the witnesses we want." I laugh and untangle myself from Fin.

I lead him down the hall to my living room. "Although they're about seventy-five and probably have no clue what TMZ is or who you are. I'm pretty sure they only watch Korean soap operas."

"I'll have you know that Templars gets very good ratings in Korea." Fin winks at me at me as he sits on the sofa.

He narrows his eyes at me and runs his tongue along his bottom lip. "Now come here."

"Let me just put my birth certificate back into the fireproof box under my bed." I pull the document from my bag and head toward my bedroom.

"So prepared and responsible!" Fin calls out from the living room.

I yell back. "My father insisted I get one when I moved out. He would rather I kept it at the bank in a safety deposit box, so this was the compromise."

Under my bed there are two boxes that I want. I secure my papers in the first. Then I open the second to pull out my old uniform skirt.

Fin yells again from the living room. "Is this your laptop here on the desk? Did you make more edits to the script?"

"Yes that's my laptop." I drop my shorts and underwear to the floor. I pull on the skirt.

"What's your password?" he bellows.

I walk out into the living room. Fin is just in his boxer briefs. His muscled back is to me as he stares at the login screen.

His ass is amazing, even under fabric. His thighs and calves are beautifully shaped too. They have just the right amount of hair. I'm grateful that his role on Templars doesn't require any waxing. I like a man to have more hair on his legs than me.

I take a breath. "Dancethink – No spaces."

He turns at the sound of my voice. His eyes travel up and down my body. They crinkle when he sees my skirt. An immense smile spreads across his face and he strokes himself through his underwear. "Dance first, think later...."

"...It's the natural order of things." I take a step toward him and do a tiny twirl so my pleats flutter up, hoping he can tell that I'm bare beneath.

He collapses onto my desk chair clutching his heart."Bloody hell woman, you slay me. More Beckett and the schoolgirl skirt!"

"I'm afraid that I'll disappoint you though, Mr. Covington, when I confess that I haven't finished my edits yet. " I stick my bottom lip out as I approach him. "You see I've been so preoccupied lately."

Fin pushes his glasses up on his nose and scratches his beard. "Hmmm well Miss Stevens, I think we can arrange for an extension on the assignment."

He pushes the elastic of his boxers down, releasing his erection. I stop in my tracks to admire him. I can't quite believe this moment is real. Fin's voice breaks me from my daze. "You may have to stay up extra late working on it."

I walk forward again and when I'm close enough he pulls me onto his lap. Since he doesn't have a condom on, I just grind against him. I'm so wet and he's so hard, the steel to my silk. It's a glorious combination of contrast. His tongue swirls around mine and we both moan.

He tugs on my shirt and stops kissing me for a moment. "I don't believe this is a uniform blouse, Miss Stevens. It must come off."

So it does. Then Fin picks me up and I wrap my legs around him while he carries me into the bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed. I point at my dresser. I barely have the breath to say the words. "Top Drawer."

He steps from his boxers, rolls on the latex and is inside of me within seconds. "You and me Millie, we're the natural order of things!"

And everything within me right now, knows that he is right.