The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: YOU NEED TO SEE THIS

Abigail

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!"

I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow. Memories of last night ran through my head and my toes curled just from remembering the pleasure. God, it had been worth it though. Finnegan was a freaking beast.

"Wake upppp," Annette drawled, tugging at my bedsheets.

"Go away, Annie," I mumbled, pulling it against me.

"Nope!" The mattress dipped as Annette bounced onto the bed. "It’s past noon, babe. You’ve been dead to the world for like twelve hours."

Twelve hours? What the hell?

I peeked at the room with one eye open. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, way too bright for my liking.

"What time did you get home?" I asked, my voice husky with sleep.

Annette laughed. "Around eight this morning. You passed out cold. Like, I had to check if you were still breathing." She poked my shoulder. "Last night was that good, huh?"

A grin spread across my face despite the exhaustion in my bones. Opening my eyes fully, I threw my hands up and stretched, arching my back, feeling every delicious ache in my muscles. "You have no idea."

"Oh my gosh, details!" She grabbed my arm, shaking me. "I need details right now or I’m going to explode!"

A giggle slipped past my lips. I sat up immediately, while suppressing a wince. Yeah, I was definitely going to feel Finnegan Wolfe all through the next week.

Thank God it was Sunday. If I had had to drag myself into work today, I couldn’t even imagine how that would be possible.

"Let’s just say the man I met last night," I licked my bottom lip, "...fucked my brains out. Thoroughly."

Annette leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief "I need the how, the where-"

I curled my lips in mock disgust. "Ewwww, You’re insatiable."

"Says the girl who just got railed in a sex club." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Come on, Abby, Spill."

I bit my lower lip, heat creeping up my cheeks at the memory. His hands. His mouth. His cock... oh sweet lord Jesus.

"He tied me up," I admitted and Annette’s jaw dropped.

"Shut up."

A giggle slipped from me. "Girl I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take his cock, I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that."

"Holy shit." she squealed. "I told you going to the club was going to be amazing!"

"That’s not even the best part," I leaned closer, lowering my voice. "It’s Wolfe."

The room went so silent, if a feather got dropped to the ground, it would make a deafening sound. Annette’s eyes were wide as saucers as she whispered.

"You’re kidding?" her fingers dug into my arm so hard I yelped. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"

"No I am not,"

"Your boss?! The ice king himself?! That Wolfe?!"

How could I not want more?

I had to admit, that was kind of impressive and reassuring. If Annette, who could hack into pretty much anything, couldn’t break Sanctuary’s system, then my secret was probably safe. I just had to find a way to secure my mask and practice a different voice before the next opening day-

"Wait." I sat up suddenly. "Speaking of hacking, what about tracking down who sent that package?"

"Oh yeah that," She mumbled.

We had written it off as a prank, probably Drake being a dick, trying to mess with my head after the breakup.

But something about it nagged at me. Drake wasn’t that smart to come up with a prank like this.

"I’ll get right on it after breakfast," My best friend mumbled. "Should be easy peasy, whoever sent it probably didn’t cover their tracks well."

After a good hot bath, and breakfast,

I spent the afternoon sorting through emails on my laptop. My body still ached, but I was less sore than I was when I woke up this morning. Every time I shifted in my seat, I felt Finnegan’s hands on my thighs and the memory of his cock stretching me open.

My pussy clenched and I winced at the soreness. Shit.

I was halfway through responding to a client’s email when Annette appeared in my doorway, her face pale like a ghost.

My stomach dropped. "Babe? What’s wrong?"

She walked over slowly and sat down beside me on the couch. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the laptop, a look of horror plastered on her features.

"You..." She swallowed hard. "You should see this, Abby."