The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

"If you’re going to stand there staring, Miss Kellerman, I need those accounts settled today, not next year."

My assistant blinked, snapping out of whatever thoughts had her spacing out by my desk.

A faint pink blush crept up her neck, spreading to her cheeks, the warm color radiating down across her chest and the bit of shoulders peeking from her wide neckline.

The sheer white top she had on, hugged her form rather snuggly, it was hard not to notice the rise and fall of her...chest as she drew in a breath.

"It’s a good thing I’m not a snail then, Mr. Wolfe," she replied, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips while her cornflower orbs eyes flashed at me with a brazen fire dancing in them.

I ignored her snappy tongue and dropped into my chair. The board meeting had run long, two tedious hours of my mother needling every decision I made while the other board members watched like spectators at a tennis match. It happened every month, every day, ever since father died, I’d been left to bear the brunt of her and-

My phone buzzed with a message from the PI I hired to find Red.

James: Sir, I’m making progress on getting the airport surveillance. I need the flight details, date, time, gate number if you have it. The more specific, the faster I can isolate footage.

My heart lurched up to my throat. If he could get the footage then he would know who she was and I could find her. I had to find her.

God, she plagued my dreams and just the thought of her had my cock rock hard with every fucking breath. Aphrodite had been a distraction, a one time thing, a sexy as hell distraction at that, but I doubted I would see her again.

My sexy, dirty goddess.

A groan slipped from my lips as my cock lurched harder, shamelessly straining against my pants.

Saturday night had been the first night in months, since meeting Red that I had gotten relief. What I would give to be back there again, sinking my fingers into that satiny smooth skin, her pussy sheathing my cock as she took every inch, moaning and mewling for me.

My fingers moved to the keyboard automatically, pulling up my travel records from that night, some three months ago. I was typing the details when movement outside my office caught my eye through the glass wall.

"Come on, you piece of shit,"Abigail stood at the printer on the secretary’s desk, glaring daggers at it. The machine sat silent, it was jammed again no doubt. She smacked the side of it with her palm, threatening it.

She hit it again, harder this time, and the printer suddenly whirred to life like it had just been waiting for the right amount of violence.

Silly woman, I mused, frowning at her antics. She was effective, I suppose as an executive assistant especially since she was also standing in as my secretary until we could hire someone to replace Miss Hamon.

She had resigned stating she was moving out of the state. Miss Kellerman was filling in quite well and she was competent, more competent than any assistant I had in years. Sharp, organized, just a little too witty for her own good.

The printer spat out pages and she gathered them, her fingers running absently over the paper as she stared at nothing.

There was that faraway look again on her face. What had her lost in thought? She had that look when I walked into my office earlier. Her fingers trailed slowly across the pages, smoothing them out. They were dainty and slender and something told me they would feel soft.

My cock stirred.

Christ. I dragged my gaze away and focused back on my phone, but the image of her hands moving across the paper stayed burned in my head.

I was projecting. Aphrodite had gotten under my skin Saturday night and now I was seeing her everywhere.

"Mr. Wolfe?"

She stood in my doorway, files in hand and that faraway expression gone.

"If you’re done caressing the papers," I said dryly, "what’s next on my schedule?"

Her eyes flashed again there it was, that fire. It burned under her skin and for a brief second, a very brief second, I imagined if they flashed with the same fire when a man was buried between her legs.

Then I frowned and pitched that thought down to the depths of hell. I never fraternized with my employees and I sure as hell would not start now.

"You have the testing review at the track in forty minutes," she bit out. "The engineering team will be ready when you arrive."

"Good,"

She turned to leave and my eyes hips swaying as she strutted to her office, her ass rolling with each step. I tore my eyes off it with a curse and typed the information the PI needed.

Once I found Red, I could stop this maddening lust pumping through my veins. I needed to stop thinking about her every goddamn night, to either have her again or move on.

Preferably the former.

****

The testing facility was an hour outside the city. It was a private track we used for prototype development of Wolfe cars. My engineers had been working on the new engine for six months and today was the first full performance test.

I stepped out of the car and immediately spotted Miss Kellerman talking to Mr Tyler, the lead engineer, clipboard in hand, looking entirely too comfortable even though the man was obviously drooling over her. If he leaned forward any closer, he would have his face buried in her fucking tits. I gritted my teeth and bellowed his name.

"Mr Tyler,"

Tyler snapped back as if he had been whipped and quickly jogged over.

"Sir," He cleared his throat awkwardly. "We’re set up and ready. The car’s prepped for testing,"

"Good." I glanced at the sleek black prototype sitting on the track, the hood was open with three engineers hovering around it. "I’ll take the first run."

Tyler’s eyes widened. "Sir?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, sir. Just... uh, we usually have our test driver handle the initial run first-"

"I designed half that engine, Mr Tyler. I’ll drive it."

"Of course." He gestured toward the pit area. "We’ll get you suited up."

When I reached the garage, the helmet and safety gear were already laid out perfectly, along with fire-resistant suit and gloves. Abigail appeared at my elbow. "I had them prep your gear just in case."

"Just in case?" I spared her a glance.

"I heard you have a habit of wanting to test the cars, yourself and made the arrangements," She shrugged, but there was something smug on her face. Competent didn’t even begin to cover it.

"Smart," I grunted, and her brows raised, clearly surprised by the compliment.

I didn’t give them often. I suited up quickly and slid into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, a deep aggressive growl that vibrated through my entire body.

A chuckle slipped from my lips. Almost perfect.

I took three laps, pushing the engine harder each time, testing the acceleration and the car responded beautifully, it was better than we projected.

On the third lap however, a loud grating sound reached my ears, the tires skidded, digging deep into the tracks and the monitor build in the dashboard flashed red.

"Shit!" I cursed just as the car launched off the track and into the air.