The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

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."

When the door between our rooms slammed shut, my legs dropped to the bed and I let out a breath. That had been close. The best sex ever, yes, but I almost screwed up. How much longer could I hold on to this lie?

Boston felt like a fever dream by the time Friday evening arrived.

Three days of meetings, sitting at conference tables with Finnegan and waiting for the two nights that followed the first night, for him to cross that threshold to my room and give me another taste of him.

It didn’t happen. That night never repeated itself and it was good, right? I could get my wits back and stop fooling around with my boss! By five pm that Friday, his jet landed back in New York.

The air hostess got our bags out of the jet and I felt so wound up, I could explode. He still wouldn’t look at me.

"I’ll see you on, Monday, Mr Wolfe,"

He grunted something in response. I guess we were back to caveman language. I found a cab outside the hangar and slipped in, sinking into the backseat. Boston had been exhausting. I hoped Annie was home, I got her tons of the bath bombs she wanted.

The cab pulled up outside the building and I dragged my luggage out, finally home. I needed my bed, a deep shower, and a solid forty-eight hours of not thinking about work at all.

Or the man behind the work himself.

When I pushed through the front door however, Annette was on the sofa in some oversized yellow cardigan, knees pulled to her chest. She glanced up with red-rimmed and glassy eyes when I came in and her face crumpled.

"Annie." I dropped my bag instantly, my feet hitting the floor in four strides, dropping on the couch beside her. "Oh my god, what happened?"

Her eyes crinkled at the corners and tears rolled down both of her blotchy cheeks. She held her phone out without a word.

The screen displayed a private chat on the Sanctuary forum. There was a message sent about two hours ago from Zeus.

Zeus: This arrangement has run its course, my dear Hera. I think it’s best if we end our partnership. I wish you well.

I blinked rapidly, reading the words over and over again. "Wait, he’s ending things with you?"

"That stupid asshole," Annette sobbed and pressed her face into her knees. "How could he just.... He’s ending things with me over a text, Abby. We’re not even going to have a real conversation? I’ve been his partner for months! How could he...ugh, I shouldn’t even be crying, this is stupid."

My arms wrapped around her, pulling her against me. "What do we do? Do I hunt him down and kill him? Or twist his balls?"

"I made such a foolish mistake." Her voice was muffled against my shoulder. "God, I did. I actually, Abby, I fell for him. I knew better, I know the rules. It’s a fucking sex club, I shouldn’t be so attached but, oh what do I do? He got sick of me!"

"So I twist his balls then kill him," I murmured and she chortled, slapping my arm.

"I have to talk to him." She sniffed, wiping her face on my shoulder. "I can’t just leave it like this. He’s a coward. I need him to say it to my face, not through a forum message like I’m a Netflix subscription he’s cancelling."

"Exactly, he’s a piece of shit if he couldn’t have done this face to face. When does the club open next?"

"Tommorow," She pulled away, her warm brown eyes glistening with tears. "I don’t want to go alone,please. If he sees me and just walks away, if he actually means it and won’t even talk to me, I’m afraid I’ll lose my shit and smash his head with a bottle."

Her face crumpled again and she gave another low wail. "I can’t believe I’m like this over a piece of dick,"

"In your defense, it’s a very good dick,"

She laughed, her voice hoarse with tears, her head whipping in a nod. "Very good dick. So you’re coming with me right?"

Shit. What if Finnegan showed up tomorrow then? How would I resist him? But I had to be there for my best friend. Friends showed up for each other.