Abigail
I flew off his cock so fast I nearly rolled off the bed to the ground. My hands gripped the mattress tight before that could happen.
My heart slammed against my ribs, the sour taste of his cum was still thick on my tongue. His eyes were still closed, chest was still heaving as he panted.
He didn’t even know what he had said, did he?
Aphrodite.
Oh my god, I thought he knew. My hands shook and I dug my fingers deeper into the mattress, gulping air down my lungs greedily but it wasn’t enough to stop the terror running through my veins.
I shivered, sitting up quickly and clearing my throat.
He knows.
Did he know? Or was it just a slip of tongue?
He must have been lost in the moment and thought he was back in the club with Aphrodite.
God, this was a mess. The lines were blurring. Why the hell did I even do that? Of course he thought I was Aphrodite, I had lost my mind and acted exactly as I did in the club.
His green eyes opened, sliding towards me drowsily. My heart was loud, I was sure he could hear it.
Say something, I thought. Say anything. Say his name, laugh, make a joke, be freaking, Abigail Kellerman.
"You’re welcome, Mr Wolfe," I purred, beaming at him.
He chuckled, reached up and dragged a hand over his face, giving a deep sigh. "I told you," He rasped, pushing off the bed, his muscles rippling as he slid off. His cock lay flaccid against his thigh as he snatched his pants off the floor.
"It’s Finnegan when we’re alone,"
I watched him toss the pants over his shoulder and walk all naked and powerful to the connecting door.
"I haven’t gotten the answer to my question," I called out and he froze midstep, turning to look at me over his shoulder.
"You didn’t ask a question,"
"Well, I was going to, but you dialed me and I’m just a girl," a light giggle left my lips.
"I dialed you?" He scoffed, turning to face me, folding his arms in disbelief.
I waved my hand at him, gesturing at his body. "Like you’re doing right now. It’s hard to think of what to say when all I want to do is lick those tattoos."
His nostrils flared and he snickered. "Are you saying it’s my fault?"
"I’m saying, I want to lick those tattoos," I teased, laying on the bed and kicking my legs up in the air behind me. "Aww crap, see what I was saying? Now I’ve forgotten all about my question and I’m back to thinking about tattoos."
That got me a heart stopping smile from my cold boss. It lit up his hardened face, making his green eyes twinkle. Then just as sudden as it came, it was gone. "Good night, Abigail,"
"Good night, Finn."
Or the man behind the work himself.
Zeus: This arrangement has run its course, my dear Hera. I think it’s best if we end our partnership. I wish you well.
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