Abigail

I blinked rapidly because I had to be hallucinating this stuff. My heart beat spiked when I saw the tracker was at my building!

Oh my god, oh my god, this was bad. Had he found out I planted the tracker? Was he looking for me? Was he going to kill me like he had killed Raymond?

"Good morning, Boss," the chorus of people greeting had my head whipping up.

I turned off my phone quickly, hugging it against my chest along with my laptop and notepad.

Anette and I weren’t home at the moment, he wouldn’t find us. But what if he came back? Or what if it was just coincidence that he was there?

Yeah right, coincidence my ass.

We were standing before the opened elevator doors and there were four other people-two junior engineers, two women from HR with their arms full of folders. They parted letting Finnegan and I in until he stood against the elevator wall. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Everyone glanced at the panel nervously.

"Uhm, we’ll change the first destination to the top floor sir-" one of the HR women started, her hand hovering toward the buttons.

"Don’t worry about it," Finnegan said gruffly behind me and my eyes widened when he grabbed my waist pulling me against him.

"Are you sure? We don’t mind sir; you can get off first-"

I gaped up at him, my eyes wide with horror. No, he wouldn’t try to touch me with people around us.

"It’s fine," His eyes twinkled with mischief.

The thing about almost getting caught was that it made everything considerably hotter.

Just as the elevator doors slid shut, Finnegan’s fingers slipped under my dress, tracing the bare skin of my inner thigh above the stocking.

My knuckles tightened around the laptop in my arms. I glanced over my shoulder at him, arching my brows in disbelief.

We would get caught!

His face remained blank while his fingers found my underwear. I bit back a whimper when his thumb pressed against my panties.

That sound I nearly made would have ended my career on the spot. Oh god if anyone of them noticed what was happening, I was screwed.

But it was so damn thrilling.

His fingers pressed firmer against my soaked pussy through the fabric. I felt every bit of the heat and pressure through my thin lace panties.

My thighs wanted desperately to close around his hand but I could not let them because there were four other people in this elevator.

The junior engineer on my left was scrolling his phone. The HR ladies were chatting away, red folders against their chests, completely oblivious to what was happening.

My breathing grew labored when the slid a finger into my panties and pushed it into my dripping pussy.

His finger curled and my jaw clenched so hard my back teeth ached. The elevator stopped suddenly on the third floor. I held my breath as the two engineers shuffled toward the doors.

"Have a good day," one of them muttered, bowing his head slightly as he got off.

"You too," I squeaked hoping my voice came out completely steady even though I was reeling inwardly.

If it did then it was genuinely the greatest achievement of my life because the jerk behind me pumped his finger slowly in my pussy. My entire body trembled as I tried so hard to keep a straight face.

The doors closed and one of the HR women glanced at me. "Are you alright, Miss Kellerman? You look a little flushed."

"I’m fine," I rushed out, giving a nervous laugh. "It’s warm in..."

My voice trailed off in a gasp when Finnegan chose that exact moment to push a second finger in my cunt alongside the first.

My hand shot out and gripped the elevator wall.

"Are you sure?" She was looking at me again, her brow slightly creased. "You’ve gone a bit pale,"

"Are you alright, Miss Kellerman?"

My eyes snapped in a glare at Finnegan. Was he really asking me that?

"Completely fine," I managed, the words coming out slightly strangled. "Low blood sugar probably. I forgot to eat breakfast."

"Oh, you must eat breakfast, it’s the most important..."

His fingers scissored inside me and I arched forward slightly, barely catching myself. My eyes closed tightly, my pussy was clenching around his fingers, gushing slick juices all over his hand, my whole body straining toward him and away from him at the same time.

Hot streaks of pleasure built in my lower belly like a bomb.

His thumb found my clit and pressed in slow circles. I pressed my lips together so hard they went numb and stared at the floor, his wicked fingers working my pussy apart.

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor and thank fuck, both women gathered their folders, said their goodbyes, stepped out.

The doors had barely closed when I let out a moan I had been holding back, panting heavily. My hips rolled back against his hand.

"Are you sure you’re alright? You do look a little flushed," The brute murmured, a mocking glint in his tone.

"You’re a jerk, Wolf-" Another moan cut me off as his fingers drove deeper, wet sounds filling the small space, my pussy soaking his hand thoroughly and shamelessly. "You did that on purpose, what if we had gotten caught?"

"Hm."

"Don’t hm me... Oh," My back arched, my free hand reaching back to grip his thigh behind me. "Finnegan, I swear to god,"

The elevator shot up to the top floor. He walked me forward until my tits met the elevator wall, my cheek against the cool metal.

Slamming the hold button, he had my dress shoved up around my hips and his fingers fucked me properly now, hard and deep while I humped back against his hand with zero shame.

"I thought," I gasped, my palms flat against the wall, "we were keeping things professional, Mr. Wolfe."

His fingers drove harder and I lost whatever I was going to say next in a moan. His mouth skimmed over the back of my neck, sucking and kissing at my skin.

A piping hot orgasm brewed, coiling furiously in my belly, my walls clenching greedily around his fingers, my hips rolling and grinding back against his hand while I panted against the elevator wall-

He slammed the panel of buttons on the elevator and stepped back, withdrawing his fingers from my cunt. I gave a small cry of protest as the elevator doors slid open.

I spun around to see him standing at the open elevator doors, his face carrying that smooth blank mask. He straightened his jacket with one hand while his other hand came up.

Emerald green eyes held mine while he held his glistening fingers to his lips, his tongue sweeping across them. His eyes closed briefly and he gave a deep groan before stepping out of the elevator.

"You’re leaving?!" I gasped in horror. My dress was still bunched up at my waist. My legs were shaking. My pussy was spasming around nothing.

"You were saying something about payback." He turned toward the corridor, giving me a nonchalant shrug. "Come on, Miss Kellerman. We need to prepare for my next meeting."

He walked out while I stood in the elevator alone, breathless and furious, so desperately unsatisfied I could cry.

The elevator doors began to close and I slapped my hand against them.

"FINNEGAN WOLFE," I hissed at his retreating back.

His shoulders shook and he raised one hand without turning around, giving me a casual, unbothered wave.

Oh, I was going to murder him! Right after I figured out what to do about the murderer in my building.