Finnegan
When the elevator doors opened on the executive floor, her scent hit me first. Her sweet jasmine scent and under it, faintly, the tangy scent of her pussy.
My jaw tightened as I walked into the floor searching for my assistant. Through the glass walls, I could see my coffee on my table. Her desk had her bag opened on it. Where the hell was she?
"Finn,"
My entire body stiffened. A soft moan came from the direction of the bathroom. Christ, she better not be doing what I think she was doing.
I stalked quietly towards the bathroom corridor to see the door to the women's bathroom slightly ajar and a deeper moan slipped through the space, reeling me in further. I shouldn't do this, but I couldn't stop my legs from taking each step.
Fuck me.
My assistant was on the counter.
