Finnegan

The one thing I now hated next to lies were now officially, curtains.

Most specifically, the blasted curtains that my mother’s decorators had put in my office. They formed a solid wall between I and the view of Abigail’s desk.

The glass partition was still there but the curtains just made it useless because I couldn’t see her.

I turned back to my computer screen and read the same paragraph for the third time. Yeah, I was screwed.

I had to admit though; I loved our little game. We hadn’t crossed the line fully. It was just fooling around nothing more; it wasn’t like I actually fucked her. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking whatever was left of the taste of her pussy on my tongue.

Ah shit, what was the time again?

The clock on my desk displayed 4:50pm.

Ten minutes.

I had ten minutes until the close of work when I could finally touch her again.

I tried to read the paragraph again. We had three meetings outside of the office and Abigail had made sure I knew she was mad at me for the elevator stunt. She sat in the front seat for every car ride no matter how hard I had insisted that she sit with me in the back.

Stubborn woman. I had hoped to touch her a little bit more, feel the weight of her tits in my arm, fondle her a bit until those cornflower blue eyes were glossy with pleasure.

The screen of my computer flurried, series of tabs suddenly opening and then stopping almost immediately.

What the hell?

My brows shot up and I paused, eyeing the computer warily. Did it just glitch? It had never done that before, I always had the the tech support debug it every month just to ensure issues like this never came up.

I even had tech support check the computer thoroughly for any issues after Abigail had reported seeing one of the designers mess with my system and mother had confirmed it.

My phone buzzed tearing me away from my thoughts.

Henry: You coming to the club this weekend? There’s a special event, maybe you could bring your precious Aphrodite.

Great, I shouldn’t have told him last night that Abigail and I had reached an agreement. I knew he was going to tease me about it.

An image of Abigail in the Sanctuary, as herself, as mine, those blue eyes blazing while her pussy gaped and took every single inch of my cock.

My fingers tapped rapidly across the screen as I tried to respond when the door opened and the source of the lust coursing through my veins walked in.

My dick went from half hard to insufferably erect while my eyes devoured every inch of her.

"Dorian’s secretary came back with available dates, sir," she announced, a stern looks on her face. "He can do the fourteenth, the nineteenth or any time during the week of the twenty-third of next month." She tilted her head. "The nineteenth works best given your schedule."

"Fine," I grunted. "Book it. Also get Gary from the tech support. I need him to have a look at my system tomorrow morning before I arrive."

"Sure thing, boss," The corner of her mouth lifted. "I need the files for tomorrow’s meeting."

She turned toward a tall bookshelf along the wall, moving to retrieve one of the project files.

Her hands stretched up as she reached for the top shelf and her dress rose.

Her legs, the stockings, the bare skin of her thighs above the garter were revealed as the hem of her dress climbed higher.

The bare curve of her ass peeks out, and- fuck me.

"Abigail." My voice came out thick and husky. "Where the fuck are your panties?"

She grabbed a file and turned around, batting her lashes innocently. "Mr. Wolfe." She pressed the file against her breasts, pushing them up. "That is not a question you ask your assistant."

She had her panties on when I touched her in the elevator. Had the naughty slut gotten rid of them to taunt me?

She turned back to the book shelf, and bent over to pick a file from lower shelf. The dress slid down to her waist and her ass; her plump juicy ass flashed me completely. Her bare pink pussy peeked between her thighs while she browsed the lower shelf.

My fist came down on the desk. She glanced up at me, eyes wide looking as innocent as a newborn.

My cock ached, pulsing furiously, painfully pushing against my pants. The clock on my desk displayed 4:59pm. I glared hard at it, gritting my teeth, my nails digging into my palm waiting for it to turn.

5:00pm. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

I was out of my chair faster than I could blink. Abigail scrambled upright quickly.

"Wait, wait, we’re still in the office-"

"You should have thought about that before flashing me your cunt," I growled, yanking the band that held her hair up.

I had been thinking about ripping it all day. Her silky dark hair spilled down around her shoulders and her face. I buried one hand in it, yanked her closer and crashed my lips to hers.

I kissed her, hard and deep, my free hand finding her ass, both palms against her bare skin, squeezing, pulling her against me while she made that sweet sexy sound against my mouth that dismantled whatever was left of my control.

I walked her backward toward my desk, my hands kneading her bare ass, my cock straining against my trousers.

My phone rang on the desk and with an irritated groan I pulled away to snatch the device up. She panted softly before me, her breasts rising and falling against her shirt.

Why the fuck was Henry calling?

"Excuse me," I picked the call, my eyes running over her flushed face, while she bit her lip. "Henry make it quick, I’m busy,"

"Busy? Busy doing what? It’s past five man, live a little. I didn’t call before five pm."

Abigail dropped to her knees, her lips parting in a soft moan as her hands reached for my belt. My breath hitched as she gazed up at me with pretty cornflower eyes while she unhooked my belt.

"What do you want?" I spat, hissing under my breath when my cock sprang out.

Her hand closed around my cock and a shudder ripped through me. She ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft from my balls to the tip l. I closed my eyes briefly trying to make sense of whatever Henry was saying.

"So, I was thinking..." Henry continued but I couldn’t hear shit because Abigail’s lips closed over the head of my cock, hot, wet and perfect, taking me in slowly while her hand fondled my balls.

A curse fell from my lips. "Shit,"

"Gee, I thought so too," Henry replied on the other end.

"W-What? What are you talking about..."

She took me deeper. Her throat worked around my cock, her dark hair loose around her face the way I had wanted it all day.

Her lips stretched around my cock, those blue eyes looking up at me while she gulped every inch of my dick.

"...so, you’ll be there?" Henry was saying.

I fisted her hair and pulled her forward, burying myself deeper in her throat, watching her eyes flutter while she gagged around me and took it, her hands gripping my thighs

"Have to go," I gritted out. "Henry, fuck, I have to GO."

I ended he call and tossed the phone with a clatter on my desk, grabbing her hair tightly as I fucked her mouth properly, driving into that warm wet heat while she moaned around me.

Insane. Abigail drove me insane.

With a deep grunt, I pulled away from her, my cock slipping out of those succulent lips. Grabbing her by the arm, I yanked her up.

"I’m guessing you liked that?"

"Way too much," I hissed, spinning her around against the desk.

Pushing her down over it, her cheek against the surface, her ass in the air, I reached over and pulled the desk drawer open, fishing for a condom. I had to be buried in her or I would lose my damn mind.