The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: A VISIT TO DANGER ZONE

Abigail

Finnegan Wolfe was gorgeous.

That was an understatement, if there was any other word to describe every inch of taut bronze skin that he revealed when he peeled off his shirt, I couldn’t find it.

My mouth went dry as the white shirt slid off his arms with a tug, leaving him in a snug singlet that hugged his huge muscular frame.

I knew that body, I had gotten my brain pounded to mush by that body. I had never seen that body outside the club and that one one time on the plane though so forgive my drooling, I couldn’t fucking help it.

"What are the reports from the marketing team?"

Right, reports. I was supposed to be reading him the reports.

My fingers dug into the tablet, gripping it tighter, as I tried to make sense of the words on the screen.

His back was turned to me while the attendant held up a crisp fine linen shirt that he would be wearing for the launch.

All I could see when he stretched his arms out so the attendant could slip it on him were those broad shoulders rolling, the muscles shifting under his skin, that mass of tattoo on his arm moving along with it.

How and why had he gotten those tattoos?

I would ask him if I wasn’t so sure he would ignore me or say something snarky.

His stomach was flat and cut and my thighs pressed together as an image of them flexing when I was sucking his cock off teasing him last time at the club filled my head.

"...the market distribution will therefore be..." I trailed off when he dropped his pants.

Oh, what the hell was this temptation?

My tongue darted out wetting my bottom lip, tasting my lip gloss when all I wanted to do was taste him instead. The words on the screen blurred, when I blinked rapidly, stealing another peek as the attendant helped him into a fine pair of charcoal pants, gripping his taut thighs and hips.

His eyes found mine in the mirror and I fucking stuttered. Jesus, was that the corner of his lips lifting up slightly or did I just imagine it? I blinked and it was gone. I had to have imagined it or he knew exactly what he was doing to me, the absolute menace.

"Clearly the suit fits," I said dryly, because apparently I had lost all control of my mouth.

One of his beautifully arched brow rose and

I went back to reading the report, trying to ignore my nipples pressing against my blouse.

Fully dressed in his suit, the attendant noted something, murmured about the sleeve adjustment, and stepped out.

Finnegan reached for the cufflinks on the tray.

I heard him clasp the first one cleanly as I read. The sound of the second clasp never came, instead he muttered a curse.

I glanced up to see him struggling to fit in the cufflinks on the left sleeve.

"Do you need help, sir?"

"Keep reading." He grumbled while still struggling to fit it in.

Great, the Wolfe bingo was complete. Gorgeous, a perfectionist to the bone, and stubborn as a fucking mule. Why couldn’t he just acknowledge that he needed help?

I set the tablet down on a stool in the room, and crossed to him in a few steps, my heels digging into the carpet.

I stopped beside him, aware of his burning eyes on my face but refusing to meet them and held out my hand.

He glanced at it for a few seconds and I almost snapped that my hand wasn’t going to turn into a snake, when he extended his wrist.

Hot thrills shot through me as my hands closed over his wrist. I turned his wrist toward the light, found a cufflink clasp with my thumb and pressed it down.

The click resounded in the room along with the sound of my heart beating wildly against my ears.

Pick a card, Aphrodite.

I tipped my head back, a slight gasp slipped from my lips when I saw he was looking at me already and his eyes had turned to that deep emerald green making a heat pool in my lower belly. His lips parted, his warm breath bathing my forehead and his eyes dropped to my mouth.

He tilted forward and my breath snagged.

Oh, yes, kiss me. Please.

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