The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: THRUSTING INTO HER

Finnegan

Had she been crying?

My assistant’s eyes were glassy at the edges; her lashes were slightly darker and wet. Her cheeks were red and flushed, even under the dim light; I could notice it.

I had spent enough time cataloguing Abigail Kellerman’s face to notice every single tiny change on her face, especially with how close she was right now.

Huffs of warm breath escaped from her slightly parted pink lips, hitting against my chest. She was tipped back against the desk with her free hand pressed flat against my shirt, and every inch of her body making contact with every inch of mine. She blinked up at me.

Those cornflower blue eyes were enormous and glassy. Her jasmine scent filled my nose, setting my body on fire.

I was going to hell.

"I found proof on—" Her breath hitched when my thumb brushed her soft lower lip. Her lips parted further, and I pressed in until she took it into her mouth.

Something feral tore loose in my chest. Her hot tongue moved against my thumb, her eyes were clouded with desire, as her mouth made little sucking noises that travelled straight to my painfully hard dick. Her lashes fluttered.

Her lips sealed around my thumb, and she sucked, working her tongue in a slow circle. There was a flush spreading from her cheeks down her throat. Her shoulders rolled in that tight top that clung to her body like a second skin, the deep neckline giving me a good view of her full, plump tits.

This was wrong. I had better control than this, dammit. But I knew what she tasted like, and fuck me, I wanted more. I needed more. She bobbed her head slightly, curling my shirt in her fingers, and my cock strained against my pants, ready to fucking explode.

I pulled my thumb free and watched her lips chase it for half a second before she caught herself, and something about that small involuntary movement made the last functioning rational part of my brain pack its things and leave the premises.

I swept my arm across her desk.

Papers, her tablet, a ridiculous pen holder in the shape of a woman’s torso, swept to the side.

She gasped when I caught her by the waist and lifted her onto the desk. Her skirt rode up as I stepped between her knees, her hands flying to my shoulders.

"We really shouldn’t do this," She whispered.

"And why," I swiped my tongue over her parted lips, tasting her. "Why is that?"

I could think of a hundred reasons why we shouldn’t, but there was one very, maddeningly insistent reason, a desire that burned in my veins all because of her.

She made a sound against my lips that travelled straight down to my spine. Her fingers twisted into my shirt, pulled me closer, and that was the end of any remaining argument I might have thought up.

I kissed her the way I had wanted to since the storage room. This was fucking overdue. The blazing desire only blazed hotter, and I was done running, dammit.

Her mouth was soft and yielding and then suddenly not yielding at all, kissing me back hungrily, her entire body burning and shaking against me. She gave a low throaty moan, throwing her head back when my hands moved up her thighs, pushing the skirt higher.

Her skin was warm under my fingers, her legs shifting apart around me. She shuddered when my hands reached the lace edge of her underwear, and her forehead dropped to my shoulder.

"Finnegan, oh please, please don’t stop this time," she whimpered, rearing back to bat those long, pretty lashes up at me, begging me with her eyes.

I curled her panties with two fingers and pulled them aside. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎