The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: NO LONGER A SPITFIRE

Finnegan

When the elevator doors opened on the executive floor, her scent hit me first. Her sweet jasmine scent and under it, faintly, the tangy scent of her pussy.

My jaw tightened as I walked into the floor searching for my assistant. Through the glass walls, I could see my coffee on my table. Her desk had her bag opened on it. Where the hell was she?

"Finn,"

My entire body stiffened. A soft moan came from the direction of the bathroom. Christ, she better not be doing what I think she was doing.

I stalked quietly towards the bathroom corridor to see the door to the women’s bathroom slightly ajar and a deeper moan slipped through the space, reeling me in further. I shouldn’t do this, but I couldn’t stop my legs from taking each step.

Fuck me.

My assistant was on the counter.

Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, one plump milky tit out, her mouth sucking noisily her nipple. Her hand worked something between her thighs, the faint mechanical hum of her vibrator filled the entire floor.

My cock went from flaccid to furiously raging in a few seconds.

Dammit, Abigail. I sucked in air through my teeth when her hips rolled forward on the counter, chasing the toy.

Her thighs spread wider showing off her slick, pink cunt greedily swallowing the vibrator each time she pushed it in. Her juices pooled on the counter under her and my mouth watered.

God, to taste her again. My hand dropped toward my cock and I stopped myself with a grunt.

I was furious with her. I was going to stay furious with her. I had every right to stay furious, dammit and I was not going to stand in a bathroom doorway squeezing my cock like a fucking teenager, no matter how hellish sexy she looked.

She changed the angle of the toy and wailed.

Her hips bucked off the counter and the sound she made shot straight to my balls.

My hands balled into fists while my cock raged painfully against my trousers. I should punish her for this.

Her thighs started shaking and I knew she was close. I had seen that body orgasm so many times it was etched in my brain. What better punishment was there than denying her orgasm?

"When you’re done fucking around," I spat and watched in satisfaction and mild amusement as her eyes flew open.

The toy clattered on the counter and she grabbed it quickly, her cheeks flaming up as she shoved it behind her back, hiding it.

Really? Her tits were out and her cunt was still so visibly slick and glistening under the bathroom lights. What exactly was hiding the toy going to achieve?

Her cheeks went from pink to scarlet, her chest rising and falling, those pretty blue eyes clouded with lust.

"Get me my itinerary for the day." I spat as cold as I could, ignoring my throbbing cock. "When you’re ready."

Then with balls so fucking blue, I made my way back to my office.

After five minutes, she strutted into my office, fully dressed, her shirt buttoned, skirt straight, heels digging into my carpet. Her hair was smoothed back and her chin held up as she read my itinerary for the day.

No yelling? No snarky come back?

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