The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: ALL WORKED UP

Finnegan

"Jesus Christ, are you trying to get yourself killed? Slow down, Finnegan, Slow the fuck down!"

The race track dissolved into a blurry image around me. I was moving at two hundred and twenty, the car engine screaming under me furiously.

I pressed even harder on the accelerator. The noise was the only thing loud enough to drown out the feeling of my assistant’s pussy soaking through lace onto my fingers three days ago.

Henry was beside me in the passenger seat, gripping his helmet and saying something. I caught fragments of them over the loud engine noise.

"Slow down...The bend....Finnegan, for the love of God..."

I swerved round the bend on the race track, adrenaline pumping through my veins, filling my head, blood rushing loudly through my ears.

I knew this track like I knew my own penthouse. Maybe that was why my mind was still back in my office, that silver skirt shoved up and black lace drenched as fuck.

Finn, please.

I had touched my assistant. Dammit, dammit to hell. Her voice had apparently carved itself permanently into the base of my skull.

A chequered flag swept past my window but I kept driving. My mind dancing around Mother’s visit and how I almost got caught.

Dammit!

"WE WON." Henry yelled, slapping the dashboard repeatedly. "Finn, we won. Stop the bloody car!"

I eased off on the accelerator and slowed down the vehicle. The world came back in pieces, the roar of the crowd near the barriers, the smell of burned rubber was very thick in the air, the cold night air rushing through the vents of the car.

I killed the engine and we sat there, both breathing hard. Henry’s hand landed on my shoulder.

"You suicidal jackass, what the... what the hell happened? Are you alright?"

"I’m fine," I panted, tearing off my helmet to drag a hand over my face.

"No, no you’re not fine, Finn. I could swear I almost lost you for a second," He grunted, taking off his helmet as well. His beard had grown even fuller, some sliver of white peeking through them. "When I asked to come racing with me, I didn’t mean come try to get us killed."

"Sorry, man," I murmured. My eyes drifted to the group of men walking towards us, cheering.

They were mostly business acquaintances, wealthy folks who liked to bet on racers and all. I knew what they would say when I stepped out of the car.

"Is this about Victoria? I thought you were having fun at the club,"

I could tell him. Twenty years of friendship and Henry had earned that much.

I spanked my assistant and would have fucked her sweet pink cunt with my fingers if my mother hadn’t walked right in.

Fuck no. He would also never let me forget it for as long as we lived.

Besides, saying it aloud made it too real. I had to make sure it did not and would never happen again. No matter how intoxicating her scent was.

Abigail Kellerman was off limits. Usually.

"I’m fine," I swallowed, popping the door open. "I just needed the rush,"

He narrowed his eyes but then removed his hand off my shoulder. "You’re telling me later,"

We climbed out just as the men surrounded the car.

"Damn, Wolfe. You’re an absolute beast on the tracks!" Harrison praised, tipping his head in a bow.

"Seriously, you would have made a hell of a F1 racer. The instinct you have behind a wheel is impeccable."

"I’m leaving," I grunted. It was two in the morning. I had work in a few hours, and work meant having to see Abigail Kellerman, knowing how she sounded like when she wanted my fingers, but having to stay the fuck away.

Should I just fire her?

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