The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: ASK YOUR BOYFRIEND

Abigail

Rays of sunlight filtered through the large windows of the yacht’s master cabin, painting everything in soft golds and warm oranges, making it look like I was stuck in a Wes Anderson movie.

Except, of course, I didn’t feel melancholic. More like I was floating on a cloud of euphoria.

Jesus holy Christ, what in the intensity happened last night?

The boat was still moving smoothly across the sea, gently rocking as the engines hummed under us. I woke up first, nestled against Finnegan’s warm, solid body.

His arm was wrapped possessively around my waist, holding me close and tightly against him even in sleep.

So fucking adorable. I smiled up at his peaceful sleeping face, then tried to slide out of bed carefully. Turns out he had a sensory trigger because the moment I moved, his arm tightened around me like a steel band.

A low, sleepy grumble vibrated from his chest.

I smiled softly and turned my head, pressing a tender kiss to the hard muscle of his bicep.

"I’m just going to the bathroom, baby," I whispered against his golden skin. "Go back to sleep. I’ll be right back."

His arm relaxed a fraction, and I slipped free. Something was happening to my face.

It took a few seconds to realize a fond smile was stretching across my lips as I watched him settle back into the pillows with a contented sigh. His dark hair was tousled, his lips slightly parted, and gosh, I just wanted to keep him like this.

I scanned the room for my belongings, aka my phone. I didn’t think I brought it along. Well, shit, I would have loved to take a picture of him like this — and then make it my wallpaper.

My heart did a silly little flip. With a soft giggle, I shuffled to the bathroom, and damn, the bathroom was luxurious.

That was an understatement. There was a massive marble tub overlooking the ocean. I filled it with warm water and a generous amount of scented oil, then sank in with a happy sigh.

"This is the life," I groaned, dropping my head back against the rim.

The hot water soothed my slightly sore muscles from last night’s activities. My cheeks heated as memories flooded back — Finnegan’s hands everywhere, his filthy words, the way the whole night had unravelled so completely.

It had been raw and wonderful and I had needed that release so badly after everything we’d been through. Or were still going through.

God, couldn’t I just spend forever in his arms? Without having to worry about his crazy mother and brother trying to gnaw my head off?

So many things had happened — heck, my grandparents would be terrified if they ever got a whiff of any of this. I wasn’t planning to tell them until it all settled down and Gina and her murder-loving son were behind bars for good.

Meemaw would be so relieved, gosh. But then she would whoop my ass for constantly poking the bear.

I glanced at the door leading back to the bedroom. Maybe I could get Finnegan to come join me?

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