Abigail
"Another penthouse?" I teased as Finnegan unlocked the door to another ridiculously luxurious apartment.
"How many of these do you own? An innocent girl might start to think you're compensating for something."
His green eyes slid to mine, setting fire to my body as if I wasn't horny enough already. "Maybe I'm only compensating for the lack of time I get to spend buried inside that tight little cunt of yours."
My pussy clenched at his words, heat flooding my cunt. He had me wet with just a sentence. It was maddening.
I already called Annette, telling her I wouldn't be coming home. My entire body was taut with need, and though there was a voice in my head demanding why we couldn't go to his previous penthouse, I shut it down.
He already promised to tell me all about it later. If Finnegan could trust me after the whole thing with hiding my identity at the club, I could trust him enough to wait until he wanted to tell me whatever it was that he was hiding.
