Abigail

"Mrs. Kellerman, the caterers have been stabilized. There’s no issue anymore," one of the chefs for the gala reported, dipping his head with the tall white cap bobbing as he did.

It had been four days since Santorini, and I was still drifting around in a dreamy haze.

The Wolfe Corporation charity gala was in full swing. The hall was lit up with crystal chandeliers, a live orchestra, and the city’s elite businessmen and billionaires packed the room.

I loved balls and parties, but managing one was a whole different ball game. I needed it to go as flawlessly as possible so Finnegan could have one less thing to worry about.

His witch of a mother was around, and that was enough headache, considering she’d tried to change the entire order of the program.

My sleek, backless emerald green gown clung to every curve. The dress had a high slit that flashed my leg with every step, and I’d paired it with strappy gold heels.

Around my waist, hidden beneath the silk dress, sat the delicate gold waist chain Finnegan had bought me in Santorini.

It was thin and elegant, with tiny emerald charms that caught the light whenever I moved. Every time it shifted against my skin, I remembered his hands fastening it on me and his tongue tracing the upper part of my belly while it dipped and flexed under his tongue.

Ooh la la. Just thinking about it had my pussy clenching deliciously.

I finished giving instructions to the catering manager and glanced across the crowded hall. Our gazes locked instantly.

Finnegan stood near the center, looking devastating in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo. The moment our gazes met, I shot him a little wink.

His emerald eyes widened slightly before he quickly looked away, jaw tightening. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.

God, I couldn’t stop thinking about Santorini.

The way he’d fucked me against the infinity pool railing at sunset, all the pink and orange swirling in the sky and the water around us.

The private boat trip where he’d gone down on me and ate my pussy out for so long I’d nearly passed out. The lazy mornings where he fed me fresh fruit and kissed every inch of my body like he had all the time in the world.

And that night on the terrace when he held me for hours, just talking quietly under the stars.

I was becoming dangerously addicted to this man.

I wove through the crowd to update him on the catering. As I approached, the group of businessmen around him turned.

"Miss Kellerman," one of them greeted warmly, eyes lingering on my tits as if he’d yank them out if he could. "You look absolutely stunning tonight. Wolfe is lucky to have such a beautiful and competent assistant."

Right — that’s why you’re pretty much drooling, sir.

Another man smiled flirtatiously. "If you ever get tired of working for this grouch, my company would love to have you."

I smiled politely. "Thank you, gentlemen. That’s very kind."

Finnegan’s eyes darkened with jealousy. The possessive look on his face sent a hot thrill straight between my legs.

"Excuse us," he said curtly, settling a hand on the small of my back and steering me away from the group toward a quiet corridor.

"Finn, the silent auction is already at—"

He didn’t let me finish. The moment we turned the corner, he backed me gently against the wall, crowding me with his body and his scent. He leaned in close, nose brushing along my neck as he inhaled deeply.

"You’re wearing the scent I bought you," he murmured as his lips ghosted over my skin. "Fuck, you smell incredible."

I shivered, reaching up to stroke his nape.

"That’s not the only thing you bought me that I’m wearing tonight," I whispered in a sexy dra.

He let out another tortured groan and brushed his lips over mine — sweet at first, then deeper and hungrier. I moaned, parting my lips eagerly while his hand slid down my waist, fingers tracing the hidden gold chain through the silk.

"We shouldn’t be doing this here," I breathed against his mouth, even as my body arched into him.

"What the hell are you doing to me, Abigail?"

he rasped, kissing me again, harder this time. His hand clamped on my hip possessively. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

I could ask him the same thing.

I was practically drunk on him. My hand boldly slid over the growing bulge in his pants, squeezing his cock through the fabric.

Finnegan hissed, pressing his forehead to mine, breathing ragged. His other hand roamed over my ass, gripping hard as he kissed me like he wanted to devour me right there.

The risk of someone walking by only made it hotter. His phone suddenly rang. He cursed softly and pulled back just enough to answer. I could hear his mother’s voice through the speaker, demanding where he was.

Wonderful. I could now add pussy blocker to the list of things Gina Wolfe was to me.

Finnegan’s jaw clenched. "I’ll be right there." He hung up and looked at me, eyes still dark with desire, and it made my head swoon. He helped me adjust my dress, smoothing the fabric over my hips and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear gently.

"Go," I whispered, giving him a small smile. "I’ll fix myself up."

He hesitated for a second, then pressed one last firm kiss to my forehead before striding away.

I took a moment to steady my breathing and smooth down my dress. As I stepped back toward the main hall, my eyes snagged on a familiar figure near the side exit.

The strange man I’d seen at the company weeks ago — the same one who had slipped away when I called security — was heading toward the side door of the hall.

Oh no you don’t.

My heart leapt and I moved quickly, following him outside through the side door. The cool night air hit me as I stepped onto the terrace.

He was heading toward the parking area. I picked up my pace, heels clicking against the stone.

"Who are you?" I muttered under my breath, determined not to lose him this time.

He suddenly vanished around a corner. I rushed after him, only to feel a hand clamp around my wrist from behind.