The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

I gaped at the screen in disbelief, refreshing the news over and over. The headlines were on every single news outlet on the internet I could think of.

Damn, Finnegan hadn’t hesitated; he really wasn’t playing around.

This was something I couldn’t have managed on my own. The police wouldn’t even listen to me, and the one time they did, Gavin still got to roam around scot-free.

Now that his picture was plastered all over the media as a wanted man, that should make his life a little difficult — I prayed to all the saints above that it would.

That asshole deserved to suffer after everything he put my best friend through; hell, he was the reason we couldn’t even sleep in our apartment right now.

The thought sent a warm flutter through my chest. He had told me to let him handle it. It felt strange letting him, though. I was used to fixing my problems myself. Knowing I had someone like him I could lean on made me feel all giddy inside.

I pressed my thighs together under the desk, still feeling the ghost of his fingers from the night before inside me. He really wanted to take care of me? Was it simply because I was his girlfriend... or more?

Oh god, here we go again. I slapped my palms over my cheeks, trying to chase the heat out of them.

I was so damn grateful that he helped me, but now I was also getting terrified. Terrified of becoming hooked on Finnegan like some junkie.

The door to his office swung open, and a group of men in suits filed out, laughing and talking. I guess the meeting was over. One of them, Mr. Clarion, paused at my desk, his eyes dropping blatantly to my tits through the black top I had on. With the way he was leering at them, you’d think I had them on display at a museum.

"Miss Kellerman," he licked his lips, "you get more beautiful every time I see you. If you ever get tired of working for this tyrant, my company would love to steal you away. We pay very well... and the view would be much better."

The view of his office, or the view of my tits?

I ignored him, clicking rapidly on my keyboard until he slunk toward the elevator awkwardly.

I shook my head — and froze when my eyes caught Finnegan at the doorway. His face shuttered instantly, jaw tightening, emerald eyes turning cold as he tracked Clarion’s exit.

He didn’t say a word and just turned sharply, disappearing back into his office. I bit my lip to hide my smile. Jealous Finnegan was dangerously hot.

I waited until the last man left, then stood up, smoothing my skirt before slipping into his office and locking the door behind me.

He sat at his desk, studying something on his computer screen. "Do you need something, Miss Kellerman?"

"Why are you so grumpy, Mr. Wolfe?" I asked sweetly, rounding his desk.

"I’m not grumpy," he muttered, eyes fixed on the monitor.

"Oh, you’re adorable." I smiled and moved behind his chair. Leaning down, I pressed a soft, lingering kiss just below his ear, my hands sliding slowly over his broad chest.

"You know I only have eyes for you," I whispered, lips brushing his skin. "You’re the only one who can satisfy me. The only one whose cock I crave every single day. The only one who makes me wet just by walking into a room."

He exhaled sharply, melting under my touch. I reached down, boldly palming the growing bulge in his pants. He groaned low in his throat, and that sound sent heat straight between my legs.

I swiveled his chair slightly and crushed my lips to his. The moment our mouths met, his hand fisted in my hair as he devoured me, tongue stroking mine with raw hunger.

I moaned into the kiss, stroking his cock through his trousers, feeling him harden under my hand.

I broke the kiss, his breath fanning across my face as I reached down to unbutton my blouse, letting my full breasts spill out. Finnegan’s eyes darkened with lust.

"Fuck, Abigail," he groaned.

I cupped one breast and guided my nipple to his mouth. He latched on instantly, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

I moaned loudly, my hand tugging his zipper open. I drew his thick, heavy cock out, wrapping both hands around the hot, velvety length.

"God, you’re so big," I purred, spitting on my hand before stroking him with long, messy pulls. "I love how hard you get for me. How heavy you feel in my hands."

My gorgeous boss groaned against my tits, sucking harder, switching from one nipple to the other. I kept pumping him, twisting my wrist at the head of his cock, spreading the precum that beaded from his tip.

"You like my tits in your mouth while I jerk your cock?" I whispered, voice breathy. "You’re so fucking hard, baby. I can feel you throbbing. You want to cum for me, don’t you? Want to paint my hands with all that hot cum?"

He moaned my name against my breast, hips bucking up into my fist. I stroked him faster, messy and wet, spitting on my hand again to make it slicker.

"Cum for me, Finnegan," I purred, feeding him my other nipple. "Give it to me. I want to feel you lose control because of me."

With a guttural groan, Finnegan came hard. Thick jets of cum shot up, coating my fingers and spilling over my hand as I kept stroking him through it. He buried his face between my tits, sucking and biting as he rode out the pleasure.

I smiled, satisfied, and sank to my knees between his legs. Looking up at him, I licked every drop of cum from his cock and fingers, relishing the soft groans of pleasure he kept making.

I was busy lapping at him when the door to his office rattled and shook as someone grabbed it from the other end. My heart leapt to my throat as I shot to my feet. Finnegan scrambled to tuck away his semi-erect cock while I quickly buttoned up and hurried to the locked door to open it.

Gina Wolfe stood there before me, and on her face was a look I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen before.