The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: STEAMY

Finnegan

Fire. My skin was on fire.

Her hand pressed flat against my abs and my entire body locked up, every muscle pulling taut under her touch.

Cornflower blue eyes moved hungrily over my chest, my tattoos, dragging down to where my sweatpants sat at my hips.

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her negligee doing absolutely nothing to hide that sexy, gorgeous figure underneath. My body pushed forward. I needed more of her hands. More of her touch. Her nipples were hard and straining against the thin fabric.

"Abigail? What do you want?"

"I- uhm... I had a question about visiting the factory," She whispered breathlessly, licking that succulent bottom lip.

My hand covered hers against my stomach. Her breath quickened and my cock lurched even harder, tenting painfully in my pants.

"Oh," She looked down, her lips parted.

I took her face in my hand, tilting it up. She stayed forward, towards me, tempting me with her heady jasmine scent and the soft pants leaving her lips.

My head angled toward hers and I could feel the warmth of her mouth. Every single reason why this was a catastrophic idea evaporated completely from my head.

Stop this madness. She’s off limits.

I stepped back, sucking air through my teeth and took her hand off my stomach.

"Good night, Miss Kellerman,"

The connecting door slammed close between us. Fuck me, I groaned, dropping my palm against the wood, inhaling the scent of her that clung to the air around me.

That was so close. My cock throbbed painfully, pulsing and pushing against my pants and with a low hiss I reached down to give my boner a squeeze.

Anything to ease this pressure, this madness.

Then why on earth was I still standing by the door? A low hum came through the gaps in the connecting door. It was so faint I thought I had imagined it.

My spine went rigid and I flexed my hand, curling it into a fist.

There it was again. That low vibration. A soft sigh followed after it and my dick couldn’t have been more happier than it was right now.

Was that a vibrator? Was she using ... God, what the fuck was she doing behind that door?

I bit into my fist, pushing away from the door with all my strength. My muscles were so fucking tense, they could bounce anything off it.

A soft moan filtered in through the door. I knew that sound, I had pulled that sound out of her plump lips with my own hands in my own damned office. The memory of it hit me so hard my vision blurred.