The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"A-A package?"

My heart slammed against my chest, beating erratically against my rib cage. My eyes darted to my bag that had somehow landed on the floor.

"Yes," He murmured, his brows furrowing together in agitation.

I pushed off him quickly, before he felt my entire body shake, or saw the lie on my forehead. I awkwardly adjusted my panties, a little moan leaving my lips as I felt some of his cum seep out of my cunt, drenching my panties. If I wasn’t feeling so freaking guilty, I could have tried to enjoy it.

"No, I... I didn’t," A thick lump formed in my throat.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

My conscience mocked me.

Finnegan rose then, slipping on his pants, his brows still furrowed. His eyes drifted to the glass walls of his office and he stormed towards the door.

Shit, Okay I didn’t think this through. What would happen when he didn’t find the package?

I watched through the glass walls as he strode to his desk, scanning the table top. He pushed some of the documents aside, his shoulders tensing and muscles bunching under his white shirt.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, but it jumped right back up. My palms were sweaty and it wasn’t because I just had phenomenal sex with my boss. It was fear eating at my gut until I felt like puking both the food I ate and the truth.

He bellowed out a curse, dragging a hand through his hair. He whipped around to meet my eyes through the glass and for a second, I feared that he knew what I had done.

He stormed out of the office. The closer he came, the closer I could see the anguish in those green eyes.

"Are you certain there was no package delivered here?" He demanded, his eyes boring intensely into me.

"Y-Yeah," I whispered, biting back the bile that rose up my throat. I had to keep this job.

It wasn’t such a huge lie, was it?

He would forget all about the woman on the plane and I could breathe easy.

"Bloody hell, it must have gotten mixed up or something," He spat. "I don’t even know what delivery company he used and I can’t reach him."

A thrill of relief shot through me at those words. Maybe he would never find out?

"I...I have to tell you something else,"

His eyes were distracted as they turned back to me. My chest knotted into a tight ball.

Did he really want to find me that badly? Focus, ABIGAIL!.

"It’s about Alicia Duke," I straightened my spine, picking up the brown envelope that had the evidence I had gotten. "She’s working with Carlton Gayle,"

The distraction fizzled out of his eyes. He cocked a brow, green pools hardening to sharp icicles. "The head of Public Relations?"

I handed him the envelope, pursing my lips to keep myself from talking or accidentally blurting out that I had his package stuffed in my bag.

Why on earth did that sound dirty?

He opened the envelope, scanned the pictures and the document matching Carlton’s plate number. I watched his face grow colder with each passing second.

"Thank you," he said stiffly, his eyes settling back on me. Something soft flickered in them. "I’ll handle this. Let’s get you home. It’s terribly late,"

"Not, so terribly," I joked and a tiny smile curved the corner of his lips.

"Are we going to talk about what happened tonight?" He rasped, taking a few steps until the space between us, along with my breath, was gone.

"Do you want to?" I murmured, curling my fingers so I wouldn’t reach for him.

"That’s a fair question," He murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted my face. "There are many things I want. Get your things, I’ll drop you off at home."

Thirty minutes later, Finn’s car pulled up outside my apartment, his eyes trailing over the tall building.

My car was back at the building; I guess that meant I had to take a cab tomorrow morning. If I had to take a plane to work tomorrow, I doubted I would mind much.

I’d do anything to see the look on Alicia’s face when he fired her ginger ass out of there.

"Thank you, Mr. Wolfe, for the ride."

"Finnegan," he said in a husky voice, reaching over the console between us to grab my hair. "You were moaning my name and bouncing all over my cock, barely an hour ago, we’re past formalities, Abby."

My lips parted eagerly when his mouth descended on mine. A soft mewl left my lips when he stroked my tongue with his, teasing and tasting every corner of my mouth until I was jelly in his car seat.

A soft sigh of protest left my lips when he pulled away.

"Good night,"

"Good night, Finn." His eyes darkened, and I slipped out of his car with a smile curling my lips, my entire body flushed with giddiness.

When I stepped into the building, though, a voice in my head taunted. Wait till he finds out you lied to him about the package.

My bag suddenly felt heavier. I trudged my way to our apartment. Annette was fast asleep; I had texted her I would be working late. I dumped my bag on the kitchen counter and fished out the envelope.

He could never find out that I got the package. I grabbed a lighter, turned it on, and held the flame to the envelope, letting the tears that burned the corner of my eyes fall as I watched it burn.

The next morning, I arrived at Wolfe Corporation, bittersweet feelings thrumming inside me.

And so many questions.

Would he act on the proof I gave to him now? What about last night? Were we going to pretend it didn’t happen? Did he know I hid the package?

The questions circled my head like birds as I took the elevator to the top floor. I was barely out of it when something hard slammed into me, smashing my head against the wall.