Abigail
Nothing like a good old serious talk about a murderer to yank soone out of a perfect orgasm.
Finnegan and I were tangled together in the massive bed. My head rested on Finnegan’s bare chest, rising and falling with his steady breathing.
The gold waist chain he’d bought in Santorini still sat around my waist, cool against my skin. My favorite piece of jewelry used to be a necklace emaw had given for college graduation, but this chain was rapidly climbing to the top of the list.
My body was deliciously sore from him fucking beside the mirror, and my ass — gosh. I squeezed my eyes shut when it clenched at the mory of his fingers invading it.
Next would be his cock. Oh, I couldn’t wait to watch him lose his mind when that happened.
As delicious as that was, though, my mind wouldn’t stop racing with everything that had happened tonight.
"We should probably talk about what to do about Gavin," I whispered, tracing my finger over his belly.
Finnegan’s hand, which had been stroking my back, stilled. "There’s nothing much to talk about. I’ll handle it."
I lifted my head, frowning up at him. "Hold up, Mr. I-Can-Fix-It-All. This is my problem."
"Like hell it is," he growled.
"Finn, this isn’t sothing we can just wave away. Gavin killed Cole. He tried to kill . He threatened Annette tonight. He’s dangerous, and he’s clearly working with soone bigger. I can’t just put you and—"
You know what the jerk did?
He cut off with a deep, possessive kiss that stole the rest of my argunt. His hand cupped the back of my head, holding close as his tongue swept into my mouth, slow and thorough.
When he finally pulled back, my brain was mush, and I completely forgot what I was saying.
"Do you trust ?" he murmured, voice low and rough.
I blinked rapidly and managed a dazed, "Yeah?"
"Then trust with this," he said, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. "I’ll do everything — everything — to protect you and Annette. Let handle Gavin. Okay, baby?"
He called baby. I was pretty much a goner.
The sincerity in his voice and the raw protectiveness in his eyes lted the last of my resistance. I nodded, pressing my forehead against his chest.
"Okay," I breathed. "I trust you."
And that was all that mattered.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and pulled closer, his arms wrapping around .
The next morning, the penthouse was very much alive. I walked into the kitchen to the sound of laughter and the sll of pancakes, bacon, and fresh coffee.
Angel was dramatically flipping pancakes. Most of them landed half on the plate, half on the counter. River was tossing pancakes at Annette, who tried to catch them in her mouth.
Finnegan leaned against the island in a perfectly tailored suit, holding up two cups of coffee.
"Good morning, USA," I sauntered over to Finnegan.
"Here, for you." He handed a cup and dropped his lips to mine before whispering, "How bad would you feel if we abandoned them and slipped off sowhere with just the two of us instead?"
"I can hear you," River snickered.
I swatted at Finn’s chest, blushing when he freaking winked at . Oh my days.
"Good morning!" Angel bead. "I’m making breakfast! They’re only a little burnt."
"It only adds to the flavor," Annette said around a mouthful of pancakes.
Breakfast was perfect. Angel spun dramatic stories about school, River roasted Finnegan, and Finnegan kept sneaking food onto my plate when he thought I wasn’t looking. I loved every second of it.
After breakfast, Finnegan and I arrived in the car park when I dropped the bomb. "I need to be dropped off at the gala venue to pick up my car."
Finnegan’s jaw tightened instantly, his green eyes flashing. "No need. You’re riding with today."
I raised an eyebrow. "Finn, that wasn’t the agreent. Arriving at the office together in your car would look suspicious."
He crossed his arms, stubborn as a fucking mule. "You ride with most days, especially when we have off-site etings."
"That’s different," I argued, planting my hands on my hips.
"This is arriving at the main office together. People will talk. You’re still technically married, rember? Don’t you want to win that case against Victoria? What if she gets proof that you’re seeing ?"
Finnegan stepped closer, voice dropping. "I don’t care about winning if it ans hiding you like so dirty linen. Besides, I’m not asking to kiss you in public, Abigail — I’m asking to drive you to work, dammit."
My heart fluttered and flapped away in the wind. "W-well, I care that you win. That woman wrecked your life for years. She hurt you. She wasted your ti. Even your own daughter wants her gone. I want you to win the case against her."
His eyes widened with surprise. "Really?"
"Of course," I murmured. "I can only imagine how much you’ve suffered, Finnegan. I know how painful it was when I caught Drake cheating. Knowing she’s been cheating on you for years and you still stuck around just sounds like torture."
"It was," he replied, cupping my face. "But now I have you."
His lips had barely brushed mine when Angel’s voice rang out from the doorway.
"Ew! Gross! Get a room, you two!" she cackled loudly. "I’m telling Aunt River you’re being disgusting again! Bye, Abigail! Have a good day!"
We sprang apart like guilty teenagers. Finnegan groaned while I laughed, my cheeks burning.
"Bye, troublemaker!" I called after her, still grinning.
Four hours later, I was deep into work at my desk. I had already reorganized Finnegan’s schedule for the next two weeks, fielded over forty urgent emails following up on the incident last night, drafted the briefing notes for his afternoon etings with the engineering team, and was in the middle of crafting a response to a major investor when my phone buzzed with a ssage from Annette.
Annie: Your boyfriend pulled out the big guns.
Attached to the ssage was a link. I tapped it, and my stomach plumted as a huge headline filled my screen.
WANTED: Ard and Dangerous Suspects.
Beneath the headline were clear photos of Gavin and the asshole suspected of shooting Richard Saxon.
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