The Stranger Behind Chapter 47: ALL WORKED UP

Chapter 47: ALL WORKED UP

Finnegan

"Jesus Christ, are you trying to get yourself killed? Slow down, Finnegan, Slow the fuck down!"

The race track dissolved into a blurry image around . I was moving at two hundred and twenty, the car engine screaming under

furiously.

I pressed even harder on the accelerator. The noise was the only thing loud enough to drown out the feeling of my assistant’s pussy soaking through lace onto my fingers three days ago.

Henry was beside

in the passenger seat, gripping his helt and saying sothing. I caught fragnts of them over the loud engine noise.

"Slow down...The bend....Finnegan, for the love of God..."

I swerved round the bend on the race track, adrenaline pumping through my veins, filling my head, blood rushing loudly through my ears.

I knew this track like I knew my own penthouse. Maybe that was why my mind was still back in my office, that silver skirt shoved up and black lace drenched as fuck.

Finn, please.

I had touched my assistant. Dammit, dammit to hell. Her voice had apparently carved itself permanently into the base of my skull.

A chequered flag swept past my window but I kept driving. My mind dancing around Mother’s visit and how I almost got caught.

Dammit!

"WE WON." Henry yelled, slapping the dashboard repeatedly. "Finn, we won. Stop the bloody car!"

I eased off on the accelerator and slowed down the vehicle. The world ca back in pieces, the roar of the crowd near the barriers, the sll of burned rubber was very thick in the air, the cold night air rushing through the vents of the car.

I killed the engine and we sat there, both breathing hard. Henry’s hand landed on my shoulder.

"You suicidal jackass, what the... what the hell happened? Are you alright?"

"I’m fine," I panted, tearing off my helt to drag a hand over my face.

"No, no you’re not fine, Finn. I could swear I almost lost you for a second," He grunted, taking off his helt as well. His beard had grown even fuller, so sliver of white peeking through them. "When I asked to co racing with , I didn’t an co try to get us killed."

"Sorry, man," I murmured. My eyes drifted to the group of n walking towards us, cheering.

They were mostly business acquaintances, wealthy folks who liked to bet on racers and all. I knew what they would say when I stepped out of the car.

"Is this about Victoria? I thought you were having fun at the club,"

I could tell him. Twenty years of friendship and Henry had earned that much.

I spanked my assistant and would have fucked her sweet pink cunt with my fingers if my mother hadn’t walked right in.

Fuck no. He would also never let

forget it for as long as we lived.

Besides, saying it aloud made it too real. I had to make sure it did not and would never happen again. No matter how intoxicating her scent was.

Abigail Kellerman was off limits. Usually.

"I’m fine," I swallowed, popping the door open. "I just needed the rush,"

He narrowed his eyes but then removed his hand off my shoulder. "You’re telling

later,"

We climbed out just as the n surrounded the car.

"Damn, Wolfe. You’re an absolute beast on the tracks!" Harrison praised, tipping his head in a bow.

"Seriously, you would have made a hell of a F1 racer. The instinct you have behind a wheel is impeccable."

The corner of my mouth moved slightly. "Too bad my mother didn’t think so."

Harrison laughed uncertainly, frowning at the end. I would bet he couldn’t tell if I was joking or not.

Henry appeared at my shoulder and gave him a smile that ant "fuck-off". Harrison and his crew thankfully knew how to read Henry’s smiles and backed off.

"I’m leaving," I grunted. It was two in the morning. I had work in a few hours, and work ant having to see Abigail Kellerman, knowing how she sounded like when she wanted my fingers, but having to stay the fuck away.

Should I just fire her?

"Do you want to tell , what has you all worked up?" Henry asked as I stalked my car.

"Drop it, Henry."

"Fine, I will," He nudged my shoulder. "You’ll tell

eventually."

No, I thought, sliding into the car. No I wouldn’t. What happened in my office was never going to see the light of day.

And it would never happen again.

****

Three days later, I sat behind my desk on Thursday night, gripping the edge of my desk with white knuckles, my teeth gritting together.

"Miss Kellerman," I bit out, unable to tear my eyes away.

"Sir?"

The audacity of this woman to sound completely unbothered! My eyes could hardly tear off her legs, her bare feet, running over my carpet in slow, gentle sweeps.

With the car launch drawing even closer, we had to work late nights to sort out the last minute changes Mother had made as well as other several projects I was running and hell would have been and even lighter torture compared to this.

This roll of heaven, that I couldn’t have and yet I couldn’t fucking toss away from .

She was seated on a couch in my office, tapping rapidly on her laptop, barefooted. Her heels were kicked off to the side, revealing soft dainty feet. They curled on my carpet and did that slow sweep again. I had never, never been so distracted by a woman’s legs before.

The club wouldn’t open for the next two weeks. eting Aphrodite to get relief was impossible.

She drew one bare foot up onto the edge of her chair and tucked it beneath her, reaching up to push a long wave of dark hair back over her shoulder. My pen dug a hole in the docunt I was supposed to be signing.

"The Fontaine correspondence has been flagged, sir," Her sultry voice reached my ears, and I reluctantly tore my eyes off her legs to her face. "The PR team already has the models up and running on dia, all that’s left is the photoshoot in Milan,"

"Good," I grunted, tipping my head back to work. "I want them printed out."

"Of course,"

Barely ten minutes later she was strutting round my desk with a stack of printed docunts to file in the second drawer of my desk, so close to my seat.

There it was, that lovely heady scent. My cock lurched shalessly, mories of burying my face in her neck while spanking her pussy filled my head.

"Shit!" She cursed as the whole stack slipped to the ground and papers flew everywhere. I rose to help, but she looked up right then and fuck , her face was so close, so close to my cock. It lurched shalessly, straining painfully against my pants.

Her blue eyes widened as they looked up at . A flash of her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.

With a ntal curse, I dropped back on my seat, schooling my face into a tight blank mask.

"You may leave, Miss Kellerman."

Snatching my phone off the desk, I swiped to the sanctuary forum, checking the Sanctuary forum for the next opening day.

I had to see my Aphrodite and get rid of whatever the hell this was before I made a fucking mistake with my assistant. One that would mark

forever, unknown to

that I was already marked. I would find out soon enough.