The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: DIRTY TALKING

Finnegan

I whipped around at the sound of the door slamming open. Abigail stood in the doorway of my study with her eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and fire.

Her cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved against the thin silk of her blouse and the little shorts she had on left her long legs on full display.

The sight of her all alive and fierce sent a jolt straight to my gut. I quickly ended the HR call with a curt

"We’ll continue this later" and set the phone down.

"You should be resting." I crossed the room toward her with my eyes narrowing with worry.

"The doctor said—"

"I am good at my job," she cut in, stepping closer with her chin lifted defiantly. "You’re already interviewing for new assistants? You’re replacing me?"

I sighed and pulled her into my arms. Her body was warm and soft against mine and fit into the hard planes of my chest like she was carved to belong there.

I was hyper-aware of every fragile bone and every healing bruise and the stitches hidden beneath her clothes that reminded me how close I had come to losing her.

"You’re still hurt, Abigail. You’re recovering. I’m not firing you. I’m just trying to make sure you don’t push yourself too hard." Her pretty blue eyes narrowed and darkened with frustration.

"So you’ve decided I’m useless now? That I can’t even do my job as your assistant?" The hurt in her voice stabbed straight through me.

"That’s not what I meant, baby. I just want to protect you." "And what about what I want?!"

She pushed at my chest but not hard enough to actually move me and her palms flattened against my pecs and I felt the heat of her skin through my shirt branding me. "You won’t let me work and you won’t even touch me properly." Her voice dropped, throaty and raw.

"I don’t want to be treated like some fragile little doll, Finnegan. I want to remain your assistant unless professionally I don’t deserve to. I also want you to fuck me, damn it. I won’t break!" I froze and my pulse spiked hard enough that I felt it in my throat.

Her words hit me like gasoline on a flame and ignited every cell in my body. I tried to step back but she moved closer with her voice dropping into that low timbre.

"I want you to push my panties aside and bury your face between my thighs. I want your tongue working my pussy until I’m soaking your chin. I want you to suck on my clit until I’m screaming your name. I want your fingers stretching me open while you tell me how much you missed tasting me."

"Shit." My breath caught. I could practically taste her already, that sweet musky salt of her arousal.

My mouth watered and my cock throbbed against my zipper. She pressed closer and her belly brushed the rigid outline of my erection through my trousers.

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