Abigail
"A-A package?"
My heart slammed against my chest, beating erratically against my rib cage. My eyes darted to my bag that had somehow landed on the floor.
"Yes," He murmured, his brows furrowing together in agitation.
I pushed off him quickly, before he felt my entire body shake, or saw the lie on my forehead. I awkwardly adjusted my panties, a little moan leaving my lips as I felt some of his cum seep out of my cunt, drenching my panties. If I wasn't feeling so freaking guilty, I could have tried to enjoy it.
"No, I… I didn't," A thick lump formed in my throat.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
My conscience mocked me.
Finnegan rose then, slipping on his pants, his brows still furrowed. His eyes drifted to the glass walls of his office and he stormed towards the door.
Shit, Okay I didn't think this through. What would happen when he didn't find the package?
