The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

"The conspiracy charges will stick," Atticus said, sliding the document across the conference table to me. I picked up the document, scanning each letter while he continued.

"Gayle’s the harder case to build, given that he wasn’t physically present, but the plate evidence combined with Miss Kellerman’s testimony gives us enough to..."

Abigail crossed her legs under the table and Atticus’ voice faded in the distance. Her skirt had hiked up her thighs, her skin teasing me, taunting me, reminding me of last night that I had run my tongue over her, tasting her.

My body warmed up with pleasure.

God, to taste her again would be divine.

"...It gives us enough to establish a pattern of conduct and Alicia Duke has apparently breached Wolfe’s code of conduct and her contract," Atticus continued in his monotone voice.

It was a good thing I had the cops on standby when I invited Drake and Alicia to my office this morning. That asshole had thrown a fucking tantrum in my office and bolted to attack her as the police dragged him out.

Abigail’s jasmine scent sizzled through the air when she shifted in her chair wafting into my nostrils. I cracked my knuckles, trying to focus more on what Atticus was saying.

"The photographs establish that Duke was working with Gayle," I reached up to adjust my tie as I spoke, aware of Abigail’s pretty blue eyes flicking at me. "Use them."

She was damned smart. Anyone else would have confronted Alicia or tattled that they suspected her, but my assistant hadn’t said a word even to me until she was absolutely sure that her suspicions were true.

Pride swelled in my chest as I gazed at her from the corner of my eyes watching her write on her notepad.

Her dark hair fell in waves behind her, covering the sides of her face. There was a necklace around her neck with the rose pendant sitting seductively between her tits, peeking up at me.

I had slept with my employee.

I had bent every professional boundary I possessed, in my own building then I had driven her home and kissed her in the car like a man with no functioning judgment whatsoever.

There wasn’t even an ounce of remorse in my blood and that was what irked the shit out of me. My fingers snapped as I curled them into a fist in irritation.

"We’ll file for the case in two days," Attcius said, gathering his papers.

"Good, thank you,"

The lawyers filed out. While Abigail walked them to the door, I pulled up the messages on my phone the moment the room cleared.

Matt hadn’t responded to my texts since earlier this morning. Of course he hadn’t. He was off the grid. I set the phone face down on the table, my fingers digging into the sides of the metal box.

I had been this close, this close, to finding who Red was. It was supposed to be all in the package. After months of dead ends, I would give anything to know the woman who brought me back to life, and for some reason, I couldn’t even have that.

If I could get the delivery company Matt had used, then I could track down the package.

Maybe they just hadn’t sent it yet and I could expect it anytime today?

I picked the phone back up and dialed Matt’s number. It ended with a dial tone and I bit back a curse.

The door to the conference room opened with Abigail striding in. Our eyes met and held, desiring clouding her beautiful pools. I watched her chest rose and fall, the pendant hanging for dear life between her tits falling even further.

My cock twitched. I’d love to sink it between those heaving plump tits, while she looked up at me with that wrecked expression on her face as I fucked them.

"Finnegan?" Her voice came out slightly breathless, her lips parting seductively. Could she see the maddening hunger for her scrawled all over my face? How could I want her like this when I pinned for Red?

"We’re leaving for Boston, tomorrow," I , tearing my eyes away from her gorgeous fuck-me tits. "Are the plans ready?"

Her eyelids fluttered in confusion but she quickly masked it with a blank look and nodded briskly. "I’ll confirm the flight plans and make sure the jet is ready,"

My head dropped in a brisk nod and I pushed up to my feet, fixing my eyes on the door before I did something so fucking wrong.

Like spread her out here on my desk and bury my face in her cunt.

Or sink my cock into that perfect pussy and fuck her hard against the glass walls.

"Take the rest of the day," I blurted, my nails digging into my palm in annoyance. I had more control than this. At least I thought I did.

Her eyes widened "It’s barely past two,"

"I’m aware. I have a watch, Miss Kellerman,"

She gave a little scoff as I strutted past her, storming out of the conference room before I gave in to the maddening urge to take her.

How the fuck was i supposed to last three days with my assistant in fucking Boston and not fuck her like every single inch of my body was screaming to?

Dennis was crossing the car park when I came out of the building, deep in conversation with one of the younger members of the security team.

James immediately had the car ready, turning on the engine when he saw me. I shook my head, motioning for him to wait before moving to meet the giant that was the head of my security team.

"Dennis."

He turned, tipping his head at me in a nod. "Boss,"

"Was anything delivered for me, yesterday? A package, courier, anything like that?"

His brow pulled in. "None that I remember. Only person that got a package was Miss Kellerman,"

The younger man beside him shook in his boots, avoiding my gaze. "I... uhm..."

You’d think I was Jack the Ripper with the way he was quaking.

"What is it?"

He straightened, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I saw Miss Kellerman with two packages, though."

My spine stiffened. Just because she had two packages didn’t mean anything. She could have ordered for two. But whichever company had delivered hers could have been in charge of delivering mine.

"The courier, can you describe him? What company, what uniform and what time did he deliver it. I want to know everything you remember."