The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"I’m not staying at your penthouse, Finnegan. I have my own apartment with Annette," I argued as James pulled the car up in front of his penthouse, arms crossed stubbornly over my chest.

Yeah, like that would do anything.

Finnegan simply narrowed his eyes at me, gave me that intense don’t test me look, slid out of the vehicle, and held the door open.

"Abby, we don’t exactly have much of a choice," Annette muttered, climbing out of the car on my left when James held the door for her.

"Don’t take his side," I gasped, glaring at my best friend. "It’s not like Gavin could waltz into our apartment and slice our heads off."

Annette’s face went even paler, and I felt like shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

"Gee, thanks, Abby, for the visual nightmare. However could I repay you?" Her voice dripped with a bit of sarcasm.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

But seriously, moving in with Finn?

For how long, exactly? It just felt like a really major step to take, and that terrified me. Not to mention, we could be dragging his daughter into this!

When I hesitated, Finnegan decided the one way to solve the problem was to scoop me up into his arms.

"Finn!" I yelped, half laughing, half protesting, flailing my hands everywhere.

I shot a glare at Annette, who cackled as he carried me past his security guards and into the luxurious building. She just grinned at me unrepentantly.

"Traitor," I called.

I was still shaky from the hospital incident. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gavin’s furious face and heard that heart monitor screaming. Would Richard even survive?

When we finally stepped into the towering building, River and Angel were already waiting in the massive living room. The moment Angel saw me, her face lit up.

"Abigail!" She rushed forward and threw her arms around me in a tight hug. "Are you okay? Dad called to tell us what happened at the hospital. That’s so scary! I’m glad you’re here."

I hugged her back, smiling despite the exhaustion seeping into my bones. "I’m fine, sweetie. Just a little rattled. But seeing you makes everything better. This is my best friend, Annette."

"What’s up, kiddo."

Angel pulled back and grinned up at Annette. "I like your hair."

"Oooh, charming." Annie arched a brow, then leaned down to whisper, side-eyeing Finnegan, "How would you like to learn the secrets of the universe, kid?"

I laughed, rolling my eyes. Classic Annette. She was probably trying to lure Angel into learning hacking.

River stepped in next, pulling me into a warm hug. "You poor thing. Come sit down. We’ve got tea, hot chocolate, and way too many snacks. You look like you need all of it."

"Throw some Nutella into the mix, and I’m in heaven."

"Deal!" Angel squealed.

We settled into the luxurious living room. For the next hour, we rehashed the nightmare at the gala — the gunshot, Gavin’s escape, Richard’s accusations, and the wiped security footage.

Angel listened with wide eyes, asking sharp, curious questions that proved just how much she took after her father.

At one point, Angel leaned over and whispered, "So... are you and Dad, like, official official now? Because I fully approve. You make him less grumpy."

I laughed softly, my cheeks warming. "Yeah, we’re together. But-"

She groaned. "My mom can’t find out. I wish they would just divorce already."

An amused smile creased on my face.

"It’s not exactly easy." I turned to face her, smiling at the scoff she gave. "You know, sometimes the people we love need our help more than we realize, and they may not want to ask for it. Your father needs proof that your mom is... well, I’m not sure—"

"Unfaithful? Terrible at being a mother? Suffocating his life?" she offered, and I blinked rapidly.

"I’m fourteen, not six. I know what’s going on."

"Damn, I’d better hide my pearls — girl, you’re old enough to snatch them."

She rolled her eyes, her lips stretched into a wide grin.

We chatted for a while, trading playful stories. She told me about the time she swapped her father’s coffee for decaf as revenge for making her eat vegetables. We were both laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes.

Later, River showed Annette and me to our rooms. Mine was stunning — I didn’t even know the penthouse had that many rooms in it.

While everyone else turned in for the night, I peeled off every inch of my clothes, feeling like I’d been awake for days when it had only been one night, and stepped into the shower.

The hot water felt like heaven cascading over my tired muscles. I stood under the spray for a long time, my eyes squeezed shut, trying to rinse away the fear and adrenaline from the night.

The sound of my bedroom door opening had my eyes flying open. Through the clear glass of the bathroom, I watched Finnegan stride into the bedroom, his gaze fixed on me through the glass.

He’d changed into black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his chest bare and gleaming deliciously in the light. His emerald eyes were dark with hunger, roaming slowly over every inch of my wet, naked body.

I was wearing nothing but the delicate gold waist chain he’d bought me in Santorini. The thin, elegant links shimmered against my damp skin, water tracing rivulets down my breasts, over my stomach, and between my thighs.

A slow, wicked smile curved my lips.

I might as well give him a show.

I turned slightly, arching my back as I dragged soapy hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples until they pebbled under his gaze. I watched him through the glass as I trailed my hands lower, fingers gliding over the gold chain, then dipping between my legs. I circled my clit slowly, letting out a soft, breathy moan I knew he could hear.

Finnegan’s jaw clenched hard. He sank onto the edge of the bed, facing the shower directly, his hands fisted on his thighs.

I loved seeing him like this. Smitten.

I turned my back to him, bending at the waist as I washed my legs, making sure he had the perfect view of my ass and the way the water rolled down my curves. When I glanced over my shoulder, his eyes were burning with raw need.

Facing him again, I pressed my body against the glass, my breasts flattening against the cool surface as I mouthed his name. My hand moved faster between my thighs, fingers sliding in and out of my pussy while I kept my eyes locked on his.

Come here.

Finnegan finally rose, stalking toward the shower door, his eyes never leaving mine.

The glass door slid open.

Steam billowed around us as he stepped inside, water instantly soaking his sweatpants. He didn’t care. He backed me against the tiled wall, one large hand wrapping around my throat possessively while the other gripped my hip.

"You’re going to be the death of me," he growled against my lips before kissing me fiercely, tongue plunging into my mouth as water poured over both of us.