The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: I NEED TO FEEL YOU

Abigail

"Who is this Owen Smith?" Benjamin inquired.

I slipped off to my room, then came back with my phone to show pictures of the documents I had taken.

"He worked with my parents. Dad had messaged him that he was quitting. If we can find him, then he’s our best lead."

Benjamin nodded. "Send that picture to me. I’ll reach out through official channels on my end."

After a few more questions, Benjamin left, but the uneasiness in my chest only grew worse. Gina Wolfe had a hand in what happened to my parents.

Did that mean she knew who I was and had also been trying to get rid of me? The evidence didn’t exactly prove that Devin killed my parents, but it showed that he could have.

Dinner that evening was quite nice. It felt like a breather from all the ruckus that had happened so far. Finnegan kept treating me like I was made of glass and practically fed me like a little toddler.

Not that I was complaining, I didn’t exactly mind being doted on by my man. After dinner, Finnegan insisted on helping me take a bath and carried me to his room. His bathroom had a bigger bathtub.

He set me down on the bed, then strode to the bathroom to run a bath. I watched him from the bed. He was wearing dark pants and a fitted tank top that clung to his broad chest.

He looked so strong, so sexy. My body ached, the bruises on my face and ribs throbbing, but they weren’t the only thing throbbing. His sheets were so soft, thick with his scent, and with a sigh, I burrowed my face deeper into them.

"Abby?" he called, walking back into the room.

I lifted my head and patted the space next to me on the bed.

"Come on, baby," he murmured, reaching for me. "The bath is ready. It’ll help with the soreness."

I shook my head, catching his hand instead and tugging him down onto the bed beside me. "I don’t want to get up yet. I just... I need you close."

He hesitated, his gaze sweeping over the bruises mottling my skin. "Abigail, you need to rest. You’re hurt."

"I am resting," I whispered, drawing him closer. "With you."

His resolve crumbled, and he slid in next to me, his large body curling around mine. I gave a soft sigh when his arm draped over my waist, his hand settling possessively on my stomach.

I could feel the beat of his heart against my back, the warmth of his breath fanning over the sensitive skin of my neck.

"This is nice."

"Hmm," he hummed. "It is... How are you feeling?"

"Much better," I replied, then rolled my hips against him, pressing my ass back against the growing bulge in his trousers. I felt him harden instantly, a thick, rigid shaft nudging my ass through the fabric.

"Abigail," he rumbled. "Don’t even think about it. You need to rest."

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