The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

When the elevator doors opened on the executive floor, her scent hit me first. Her sweet jasmine scent and under it, faintly, the tangy scent of her pussy.

My jaw tightened as I walked into the floor searching for my assistant. Through the glass walls, I could see my coffee on my table. Her desk had her bag opened on it. Where the hell was she?

"Finn,"

My entire body stiffened. A soft moan came from the direction of the bathroom. Christ, she better not be doing what I think she was doing.

I stalked quietly towards the bathroom corridor to see the door to the women’s bathroom slightly ajar and a deeper moan slipped through the space, reeling me in further. I shouldn’t do this, but I couldn’t stop my legs from taking each step.

Fuck me.

My assistant was on the counter.

Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, one plump milky tit out, her mouth sucking noisily her nipple. Her hand worked something between her thighs, the faint mechanical hum of her vibrator filled the entire floor.

My cock went from flaccid to furiously raging in a few seconds.

Dammit, Abigail. I sucked in air through my teeth when her hips rolled forward on the counter, chasing the toy.

Her thighs spread wider showing off her slick, pink cunt greedily swallowing the vibrator each time she pushed it in. Her juices pooled on the counter under her and my mouth watered.

God, to taste her again. My hand dropped toward my cock and I stopped myself with a grunt.

I was furious with her. I was going to stay furious with her. I had every right to stay furious, dammit and I was not going to stand in a bathroom doorway squeezing my cock like a fucking teenager, no matter how hellish sexy she looked.

She changed the angle of the toy and wailed.

Her hips bucked off the counter and the sound she made shot straight to my balls.

My hands balled into fists while my cock raged painfully against my trousers. I should punish her for this.

Her thighs started shaking and I knew she was close. I had seen that body orgasm so many times it was etched in my brain. What better punishment was there than denying her orgasm?

"When you’re done fucking around," I spat and watched in satisfaction and mild amusement as her eyes flew open.

The toy clattered on the counter and she grabbed it quickly, her cheeks flaming up as she shoved it behind her back, hiding it.

Really? Her tits were out and her cunt was still so visibly slick and glistening under the bathroom lights. What exactly was hiding the toy going to achieve?

Her cheeks went from pink to scarlet, her chest rising and falling, those pretty blue eyes clouded with lust.

"Get me my itinerary for the day." I spat as cold as I could, ignoring my throbbing cock. "When you’re ready."

Then with balls so fucking blue, I made my way back to my office.

After five minutes, she strutted into my office, fully dressed, her shirt buttoned, skirt straight, heels digging into my carpet. Her hair was smoothed back and her chin held up as she read my itinerary for the day.

The only sign that she had been touching herself was the light blush still sitting high on her cheekbones.

"By nine thirty, you have the review with the legal team regarding the Carlton Gayle lawsuit. Eleven, call with the head of Dorian facility about production timeline,"

"The call was moved to ten thirty." I said crisply, fusing every bit of anger I felt into my words.

"I have it confirmed at eleven, sir,"

"I moved it this morning, you would have noticed if you weren’t being a slut in my fucking bathroom,"

Her cornflower blue eyes widened then glazed over slightly with tears.

My fists shook against the desk. Why the hell was she acting like she was some soft dainty queen?

"O-Of course," She mumbled, casting her eyes downward as she tapped on the device. "I’ve updated it, sir."

No yelling? No snarky come back?

She was already moving on to the next item on the list, avoiding my eyes completely.

That made my jaw tick. Abigail Kellerman was not this meek,she was a rolling spitfire. She argued, she talked back, hell, she had thumped two fingers against my chest and called me an asshole to my face without flinching.

I did not like this new version.

"The legal team briefing." I cut across the itinerary. "You didn’t include the updated submissions."

She paused and for a second, I thought she would lash out at me and scream. I had told her a few days ago not to include it. Chastising her for it now should get on her nerves.

Her shoulders only drooped lower and she mumbled, still refusing to look at me. "I’ll add them before nine fifteen."

"You should have added them last night." I retorted.

"You’re right."

I was right?! Dammit, I didn’t want to be right, I wanted... What the hell did I want? To get on her nerves, to get under her skin as she had gotten under mine. To wreck her as much as she had wrecked me when she lied to me.

I trusted her, she was the only person I had trusted aside from Henry and she pulled that shit with me.

"I’ll have them edited and printed on your desk before the meeting."

"Don’t bother," I snapped, shoving the document before me aside. I couldn’t focus on a single word anyway. "If that’s all, leave,"

Her heels clicked a few steps back before she stopped and turned to me, her eyes glassy.

"I’m really sorry, Finnegan. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted to."

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Are you sorry you got caught?"

Her eyes flashed and she stepped forward shaking her head, dark tendrils of her hair framing her face. "You know that’s not what I mean."

"I don’t give a shit what you mean!" I roared, slamming my fist on the desk before me, the dam of emotions cracking.