Abigail

"Okay, but the audacity," Annette stopped dead in the middle of the pasta aisle of the grocery store, her eyes filled with awe.

"The sheer, uncut, audacity of someone putting spyware in Finnegan Wolfe’s computer. I thought that man’s face was enough to scare miscreants away. Who would want to mess with him?"

"His mother, apparently," I hissed, snatching a few bags of pasta off the shelf and tossing them into the shopping cart.

I was never a fan of Gina Wolfe from the very first day I met her, but this was still too diabolical. My mother was dead, but I could never, in a million years, picture her doing something like that to me.

"She really wants to send his ass to prison!"

"Annette, reduce your voice!" I gasped, glancing around. The last thing I needed was this getting out because of me.

Finnegan had been hurt. Sure, he was acting all macho and frozen like the ice tundra, but I had seen those green eyes when he read the receipts on his screen.

He was heartbroken, anyone would be. His own mother had been setting him up.

Or maybe it was someone else framing his mother?

I tossed another bag on the rising pile of food in the shopping cart. No, that day when I caught the decorator on Finnegan’s computer, she had been acting suspicious.

"Sorry," Annette whispered, "Wait a minute, you know we aren’t even thinking about the possibility that your boss could actually be running a crime ring, like some crime overlord and his mother’s out to expose him."

Both of us stared at each other for five seconds before shaking our heads.

"Nope," We chorused.

She buffed her nails on her jacket. "You’re welcome, by the way, I just saved the ice man’s life."

"Oh, my god." I chuckled, following beside her as she pushed the trolley forward.

"I’m just saying, babes, your girl came through. Do you think he’ll give me a free car? One of Wolfe’s exclusive ones that are expensive as fuck?"

"Says the girl who almost had a heart attack when he walked in. Howdy partner, Annie? Really?"

She dissolved into laughter, grabbing the trolley for support. "I panicked! He’s enormous! And those eyes just, damnnn, I see why you are hooked on him. Pictures don’t do him justice, and there’s not enough of him on the internet!"

"Tell me about it," I muttered.

"How do you work next to that every day?"

"Barely." I grabbed a bottle of olive oil, reading the label. "Some days I don’t. All he does is crook his fingers, and I melt like-"

I held up the oil, and she snorted, wiping her eyes.

Should I call him? Did he go to his mother? Wasn’t that a recipe for disaster?

His texts only had my heart bleeding for him. I wanted to comfort him. I ached to take that blinding pain I had seen in his eyes and make it go away.

"You really care about him,"

I blinked rapidly, whipping my head to look at Annie. "Excuse me?"

She only grinned, rolled her shoulders in a shrug, and pushed the trolley.

We had barely settled back into the apartment when he called. I had been wrestling Annette on the rug for the grapes- she had finished a whole pack by the time we got home- when the shrill sound of my phone ringing had me hopping off her at light speed.

I snatched the device off the couch and picked up the call, slightly breathless.

"Hey, hey, Finn. Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," His deep voice filtered through the receiver. "Are you home?"

I glanced around our apartment. Was he coming here? Through the window, the sky was deep shades of orange and pink, swirling as the sun was setting.

"Yeah, I am,"

"I’m outside," he murmured. "I need you, please."

The husky undertone in his voice sent hot shivers down my spine. I glanced down at my black shorts and lilac colored cami.

"Okay, I’ll be there in two minutes."

"Oooh," Annette drawled. "Has the lord and master summoned you?"

"Annie," I groaned, snatching a pillow off the couch and throwing it at her. "I’ll be back,"

"Use protection."

I closed the front door on her laughter, fighting the smile on my face.

Finnegan’s car was packed at the curb. He called as I stepped outside, even though I could already see his car. Why was he in the driver’s seat, though? Where was James?

I slipped into the passenger seat, and without a word, he turned on the car and pulled away from the curb.

"Hey," I murmured, turning to face him slightly.

"I’m fine,"

"You don’t have to say that, you know?" I reached across, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"What you found today was shocking, Finnegan. And what your mother has been doing... No mother should do that to her son. You don’t have to pretend to be fine about it."

"Can we not talk about it?" He rasped, swerving into an isolated alleyway. He turned off the engine, haunted green eyes finally meeting mine. "Come here,"

I climbed over the console, and his hands found my waist, guiding me until I was in his lap, facing away from him, my back against his chest, his arms coming around me.

His scent filled my nose, and a soft, mellow feeling tingled my nerves when he buried his face in my hair, giving a long and slow exhale against the back of my neck.

"Hey," I said softly.

His hands moved up my sides, finding the hem of my camisole and sliding under it, his palms were warm against my skin.

I tilted my head, sighing when his lips pressed against mine. I parted them, moaning when his mouth moved hungrily against mine, slow and devouring.

His fingers skimming the waistband of my shorts, slipping into it to cup my pussy, and my thighs fell apart.

With a growl, he yanked off my shorts and panties, spreading me bare, and ran his fingers through my wet pussy lips. I moaned when his finger teased my entrance, and just before he slipped in, a knock on the car window had us pausing.

Through the tinted windows, there was a woman standing by the car, and she looked rather pissed.