Chapter 129: AN UNEXPECTED OUTCO
Abigail
Finnegan had absolutely no right to look that composed while I was sitting re ters away from him completely drenched in my underwear-which was his fault.
The smug look on his face every ti his green eyes slid to mine during the eting was evidence that he knew I was squirming in my seat.
Jerk.
"These are the projections for the new design," He announced, projecting the screen of his laptop on the projection screen in the conference room.
"We’ll adjust in line with it, Boss," the head of finance replied bowing his head.
It had been two weeks since we had agreed on our arrangent, it was weird calling it that considering it was just us fucking each other like rabbits.
We had agreed to keep our hands off each other at work though. Guess who broke the agreent this morning?
The tall cup of white chocolate sitting next to
discussing the finances required for the Dorian partnership with the departnt heads.
Barely an hour ago, this morning. I had been standing before my desk on a call with the Dorian’s personal assistant, trying to find an opening where our bosses could et, completely minding my own business when he arrived.
He had stopped in his tracks when I glanced over my shoulder to greet him, his eyes fixed on the black and white striped dress sort I had on.
It ended a few inches below my ass and the rest of my long legs were encased in fishnet stockings, held up by garters.
His eyes darkened slightly and just for fun, co on, fun, I blew him a kiss and continued the call.
Instead of walking into his office however, my boss had co to stand directly behind , wrapping his arms around my waist while his cock poked against my lower back through his trousers.
His hard, throbbing cock. He had stayed there long enough for heat to pour straight between my thighs, my pussy aching while I stuttered on the phone.
Then he had stepped back and walked into his office with that small cruel smirk playing on his lips, leaving
soaking wet when we had a eting coming up in ten freaking minutes.
"Have you noted that down, Miss Kellerman?" His arrogantly voice drew
out of my seething thoughts.
"Yes, Mr. Wolfe,"
The eting had been running for forty minutes. Finnegan sat at the head of the table. I on his right with my laptop open.
I crossed my legs, leaning forward to click on the next slide when I felt a pair of burning eyes fixed on my thighs.
He wanted to play dirty? Well, two could play.
I reached down and unclipped my garter, letting the stocking slide an inch down my thighs before clipping the garter back.
The dress shirt had ridden up exposing a bit of my bare thighs before the rest were covered in the fishnet stockings.
"Can I see the previous slide please, Miss Kellerman?" The head of finance requested and I leaned forward, closer to him so I could get a whiff of his intoxicating scent.
The top three buttons of my dress shirt were unbuttoned hinting at the swells of my tits against the black push up bra I had underneath.
My tits pressed together as I tried to change the slide with one hand.
His arm crossed the space between us and his hand found my thigh under the table, fingers pressing into the bare skin just above my stocking. I bit back a surprised gasp and quickly say back, glaring at him.
I swallowed, glancing around to see if anyone noticed but they all seed to be focused on the slideshow. Besides, Finnegan’s face was so blank, no one would suspect he was being a cheeky jerk.
Damn him. I wet my bottom lip, keeping a blank look on my face. There was a slight tent in his pants and I bit back a smile. He wasn’t as composed as he looked.
When I leaned forward to change the slide again, my hand dropped to his thighs, pressing my palm against the thick hard outline of his cock through his pants.
He stiffened suddenly; people glanced our way.
"Is everything alright, sir?"
I squeezed tighter, feeling his cock surge against my palm.
"Fine. Carry on," He bit out in a strangled voice. I patted the throbbing length straining against his pants, wishing I could whip it out, before leaning back.
Good, now he could suffer like .
The eting wrapped fifteen minutes later.
Chairs scraped back, people gathering their folders and coffee cups, filtering toward the door.
My heels clicked against the floor as I strutted to the door, the laptop and notepad in my hands. When I reached the doorway, I glanced back to see that Finn was still sitting, hands gripping the table.
I blinked at him, pasting an innocent pout on my lips. "Mr. Wolfe? Is there a problem?"
His eyes narrowed in a glare; I tapped the notepad in my arms.
"Your next eting is in five minutes. We don’t really have ti to sit around you know,"
"You know damn well why I’m sitting," he scoffed and I threw my head in laughter, angling my hips. He was still hard.
"Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?"
"Is it?" His eyes had that cold glint in them as he rose then, adjusting his jacket.
"I don’t know you tell ," I chuckled, tossing him a wink.
We strutted out of the conference room,
I followed behind him, checking my phone as employees bowed and greeted the Boss. My feet skidded to a halt when I saw that the tracker I had placed on Cole’s phone was now active.
Oh co on, panic flashed through . Not now, not here. There was no way we could tail him now. I was at work and Annette was half way across the state on a hackathon.
Where was he going wth the phone? I zood in on the location-
"You have got to be kidding . Why the fuck is he at my building?"
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