Finnegan
Fire. My skin was on fire.
Her hand pressed flat against my abs and my entire body locked up, every muscle pulling taut under her touch.
Cornflower blue eyes moved hungrily over my chest, my tattoos, dragging down to where my sweatpants sat at my hips.
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her negligee doing absolutely nothing to hide that sexy, gorgeous figure underneath. My body pushed forward. I needed more of her hands. More of her touch. Her nipples were hard and straining against the thin fabric.
"Abigail? What do you want?"
"I- uhm… I had a question about visiting the factory," She whispered breathlessly, licking that succulent bottom lip.
My hand covered hers against my stomach. Her breath quickened and my cock lurched even harder, tenting painfully in my pants.
"Oh," She looked down, her lips parted.
