The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: BAITING FINN

Finnegan

"Hey Princess,"

The private jet hummed beneath us as we settled in. I clutched my phone tighter against my ear, sitting on one of the plush cream cushions on the jet.

My entire Friday had been torture. Abigail had spent the whole day teasing me, bending over my desk in that tight skirt, brushing her tits against my arm accidentally, whispering filthy little comments in my ear when no one was looking.

Christ. My cock had been hard for hours and I was ready to explode.

"Daddy!" Angel’s voice killed the raging hard-on in my pants. "Are you on the plane already?"

"Yes, baby. I’ll be back Sunday night. Aunt River is taking you to Madagascar, be good for her, okay?"

She groaned, and I could just picture her rolling her eyes. "I’m always good. And what could I do? Run away with penguins?"

"There are no penguins in Madagascar, honey," I muttered, earning a snort from Abigail, who was trying to settle her pretty ass into the cushion opposite me instead of right next to me.

She was already wearing the earrings I got her, and my chest swelled with pride. She looked stunning in them.

"Tell that to Captain Skipper."

"Oh my gosh, is that her?! She knows the penguins of Madagascar?!" Angel squealed.

"Can I talk to her? Can I?"

Abigail’s pretty blue eyes widened and she shook her head rapidly, mouthing I’m not ready at me.

"You’ll meet her soon, princess. Be patient, please?" I tapped the leather seat right next to me, but Abigail just raised an eyebrow and stayed put, clearly enjoying herself.

I kept my eyes locked on hers while Angel rambled on the other end of the line. "Sure, sure. I’ll let her know you’re a sweet kid."

"Thanks, Dad. Now have fun. But not too much fun. I don’t want a sibling just yet."

"Angel!" I groaned, dragging a hand down my face while she cackled.

"Bye, Dad. Love you. Gobble, gobble."

"I love you too."

Abigail’s cornflower blue eyes glittered with pure trouble as I ended the call. She was baiting me. She knew I wanted her next to me, but there was that bet between us, and my girlfriend was apparently very competitive. The jet started racing down the runway. Perfect timing.

I reached over, grabbed Abigail’s wrist, and hauled her straight into my lap just as the plane lifted off.

She let out a startled giggle that turned into a soft gasp when I wrapped one arm around her waist, locking her against me.