The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: MILE HIGH

Finnegan

The helicopter descended smoothly toward the brightly lit helipad of my private yacht.

The night sea stretched endlessly around us, moonlight scattering across the dark water like crushed diamonds.

Abigail’s face was pressed against the window, her blue eyes wide with pure wonder.

"Oh my God," she breathed. "Finnegan... this is yours? A whole yacht?"

I couldn’t hold back the smile pulling at my lips. Seeing her like this — lit up, excited, not carrying the weight of everything pressing down on us — meant more than I could put into words.

The yacht gleamed below us. Sleek white hull, decks bathed in soft golden light, cutting a sharp silhouette against the dark water.

It was a sleek white vessel with its decks softly lit with golden lights, gleaming against the dark waters of the ocean. The kind of thing you only saw in movies or dreams.

"It’s one of the few places where the world can’t reach us," I murmured, taking her hand and bringing her fingers to my lips, kissing them one by one. "Tonight, it’s ours."

The pilot touched us down gently. I helped her out as the rotors wound down. The sea breeze caught her hair, throwing it across her face.

She looked breathtaking — cheeks flushed from the flight and the race, her dress moving in the wind.The sea breeze caught her hair, whipping it around her face.

She looked breathtaking in her dress, her cheeks flushed from the flight and the race earlier, her eyes still bright with leftover adrenaline

I pulled her close and pressed my lips to her temple.

"Welcome aboard, baby."

She turned in my arms, eyes bright. "You’re such a show-off, Wolfe. A helicopter and a yacht? What’s next, a private island?"

I nipped her ear. "Only if you behave. Or misbehave. I’m flexible either way."

She laughed as we walked hand in hand along the deck. Abigail drifted ahead, trailing her fingers along the polished railing, leaning over to peer at the water below.

"If I jumped, would you catch me?"

"A million times over — but for my sanity, please don’t," I said, earning a wide grin from her.

"Now I really want to."

"Shall I get on my knees and beg?" I leaned against the railing, watching her, blood moving fast through every vein. It was insane — being this consumed, this addicted, this completely undone by one woman.

Her jasmine scent drifted toward me on the breeze and something deep in my chest settled with quiet pleasure.

She darted away playfully, disappearing into the cabin while I shook my head. I had barely moved to follow when my phone buzzed.

It was a call from my lawyer.

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