The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: HELLO, APHRODITE

Abigail

It was in fact, Finnegan. He sat on a large leather couch near the back of the arena, his powerful legs spread wide with one arm draped along the back of the seat.

A glass of amber liquid, whiskey, probably, dangled from his other hand. I would know that imposing figure anywhere. He dripped of power and that rare dominance he seemed to exude without having to life his finger.

What was my boss doing here?

A blonde woman sat next to him, her fingers trailing up his forearm, her body angled toward him like a sunflower thirsting for the sun, which was hilarious considering Wolfe was cold as fuck, except of course his body. There was nothing cold about his gorgeous, magma hot body. The black mask covered his face completely, just like everyone else’s, but I knew.

I knew the way he sat, all confident and commanding, like he owned every inch of space around him. I knew those broad shoulders, the way his shirt stretched across his chest. I knew those hands, the same hands that had gripped my hips on the plane, that had made me cum so hard I’d seen stars.

And I knew those eyes.

Even from across the room, even through the mask, I could see the sharp green of them as he watched the blonde’s fingers trail higher. So he came to clubs like this? Was that blonde his regular partner like Annette and whoever the hell Zeus was?

Jealousy slammed into me like a physical punch to the gut. I should be the one trailing my fingers over his shoulders like that.

The blonde leaned closer and whispered something in his ear. He didn’t pull away, just took another sip of his whiskey, his gaze sliding lazily over her body.

Fuck that.

I stormed toward a standing gold mirror nearby and checked my reflection. The mask covered my face perfectly with delicate swirls that made my eyes look darker and more mysterious.

My hair fell in waves over my shoulders. The coat hung open, revealing the black lace teddy that barely covered my tits. I hadn’t used my perfume tonight because I was paranoid about remaining anonymous and boy was I thankful for that.

Behind me the woman getting her pussy and ass pounded by two men threw her head back in a loud shriek.

"I’m cumming!!!"

My lips curved into a smile. So will I, lady. My eyes found Wolfe again. He had fucked me once. He was going to fuck me again.

I shrugged off the coat and let it fall onto a nearby chair. Cool air hit my skin and my nipples peaked harder against the lace.

I could do this. I just needed to disguise my voice.

I thought back to childhood, to some animated character from those late-night shows Annette and I used to sneak to watch. Jessica something, she had that sultry, breathy voice that had made even cartoon characters seem hot.

I could manage that.

As if on cue, the music changed into something slower and the bass vibrated through my chest, down between my legs.

I circled around the back of the couch, my heels clicking against the floor. The blonde was still talking, her hand on his arm.

I leaned down from behind him, his scent immediately teasing my nose, and let my breath ghost over his ear.

"You look bored," I purred, pitching my voice lower than my normal tone.

He stiffened, turning his head slightly toward me. I ran my hand down his shoulder, over his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. My lips brushed against his neck lightly and my pussy clenched. He smelled so fucking good.

"And how would you know?" He murmured, turning fully to face me. Those emerald green eyes gleamed behind the mask. The blonde next to him huffed but I couldn’t care less.

Would he recognize me? I counted to five, holding those green eyes that were usually cold and let out a breath when he didn’t seem to recognize me.

Let’s see how indifferent you are now, Mr. Wolfe.

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