The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: NO STRINGS ATTACHED?

Abigail

"So I can’t smile at you whenever we’re working?"

Finnegan sat across from me on the couch, one ankle crossed over his knee, his emerald green eyes narrowed at me. If he was wondering if I was being deliberately obtuse, yeah, yeah I was.

He had driven us to his penthouse after the... encounter in his car. I could hardly step out of the vehicle without wincing, good lord, he wrecked my poor pussy to the limit.

Now, we had to talk. We had gotten past the whole I lied to him bit, at least I hoped that we had. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"I didn’t say that, I said we would have to be strictly professional at work. You will be Miss Kellerman to me. We cannot blur the lines, Abigail. Work stays in its place and our arrangement in its own place."

"Oh, so I can smile at you." I tilted my head, a playful grin toying on my lips.

God, he looked so sexy when he was serious.

"I understand that we can’t have sex, but what about this? Can I do this?"

I reached up and cupped my tits through my top, giving them a good squeeze while holding his gaze. "Hi Mr Wolfe, your itinerary for the day is-"

"Abigail," He cleared his throat, the corner of his mouth twitching. He glanced away and with a giggle I let go of my tits pointing at him.

"Admit it, you thought that was funny,"

"I’m being serious," the twitch on his lips was completely gone.

"I know, I know," I reached for the glass of wine on the table between us and took a sip, sighing at the rich flavour bursting over my tongue. I never would have thought that I would be discussing having sex with my coldhearted boss.

His green eyes flickered with heat when I licked my bottom lip and a thrill shot through me when his Adam apple bobbed up and down.

Apparently he wasn’t as aloof as he sounded. "What I’m trying to say is-"

"Things will remain strictly business between us at work and I get to ride your dick anytime after five pm?"

He groaned, sucking air through his teeth. "You have a filthy mouth, Abigail,"

I leaned back against the armrest, flashing him a cheeky smile. "You love my filthy mouth,"

Stroking his jaw while gazing at me heatedly, he hummed. "Damn right I do."

Oh god, if I wasn’t so sore right now, I would he crossing the gap to show him just hard I could ride him.

"We’re in agreement, Mr Wolfe. Work is work, no strings attached." I shrugged. "Honestly I’d rather no one knew anyway. The last thing I need is people all up in my business."

He held my gaze for a moment then nodded in satisfaction.

Besides, I thought, gazing at his face, his razor sharp jaw, those green eyes that turned me to melting goo every time, the tattoos peeking from where his sleeve was pushed back, I didn’t want him getting tangled up in the investigation of my parents death.

This would be no more than an office fling anyway. What were the chances that he would tire of me soon and ask for us to go our separate ways?

And why did thinking that make my stomach clench weirdly?

"Will you tell me why you are afraid of the dark?"

I blinked rapidly, jolting out of my thoughts. "Excuse me?"

"You’ve had two panic attacks, before me" He muttered, leaning forward, his eyes gazing softly at me.

A flush filled my cheeks and I dropped my gaze to the wine glass in my hands while he went on. "Both times, the lights went out and it was dark."

A laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. "You noticed that?"

Argh, who was he? Albert fucking Einstein?

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