The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: THERE’S SOMETHING I WANT YOU TO SEE

Abigail

"Cum for me, love," he commanded, his voice vibrating against my clit. "Need to taste you."

My stomach clenched so hard as the orgasm crashed over me. My ass clamped down on his fingers as he continued to work me through it, drawing out every spasm.

When I finally collapsed, he gentled his touch, pressing soft kisses to my thighs, my hips, and up my belly. He withdrew his fingers slowly.

"Good girl," he murmured, climbing up the bed to gather me in his arms. "So good for me."

I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent. "We should get dressed," I mumbled, even though I clung to him like a koala.

"Everyone’s waiting."

"Let them wait," he grumbled, his hand stroking down my back in long, soothing motions. "I’ve got the one person I need right here."

We couldn’t stay in bed forever, though. Annette and Angel had become some dynamic duo, and the two of them pounded on the door to our room until we got our asses out.

We arrived at the waterfall an hour later, and it really was spectacular. It cascaded down some thirty feet of moss-covered rock into a crystal pool that shimmered a pretty turquoise color in the afternoon sun.

The air here was cooler, misty, filled with the sound of rushing water and the distant cries of birds. The whole place felt enchanted.

"Hold still!" Angel commanded, her face screwed up in concentration as she packed wet sand around my left ankle.

I was lying on a lounge chair on the beach, watching Eric and Annette splash each other in the pool while Henry pelted River with water balloons. Arthur was chatting away with Martha, Meemaw, and Gramps.

Probably old people gossip. What on earth do old people even talk about? Angel and her father were building sandcastles on my feet, of all places.

It was adorable as hell, watching the big bad Wolfe CEO try to mold sand around my toes alongside his daughter.

"Oh my gosh, Abigail, stop moving," Angel squealed.

"I’m trying," I laughed, wiggling my toes. "But you’re tickling me."

"Don’t move, or the castle will collapse!"

Finnegan gave a serious look. His large hands were surprisingly gentle as he shaped a castle near my pinky toe. "This is a very important architectural project. We’re building the fortress of Abigail, and you, my dear, are the giant monster who lives in the lake beneath it."

"Oh, am I?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Angel confirmed, adding a flag made from a stripped piece of palm frond. "And you’re very grumpy because you haven’t had your morning coffee."

"Rawr," I growled, flexing my foot and making them both shriek with laughter as the sandcastle wobbled.

"Don’t!" Angel giggled, swatting my knee.

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