Finnegan
I told myself it was the jet lag that made me so fucking impulsive.
My hands dropped down to fix my belt quickly before reaching to help her adjust her top. She had pushed her skirt down but her tits looked like they would pop out of those tops and her face was flushed from her orgasm a few minutes ago.
She looked divine. My cock ached painfully against my pants. I should have taken her home instead of jumping her like some brute in the elevator but Christ, the minute I had seen her, jumping her was the one of many things I could think about.
"Ready?" I murmured and she nodded, swiping her hair around her face to cover the sexy fuck me look she was sporting.
I hit the hold button off just as the doors opened and four decorators piled in with their equipment cases groaning and chatting with exhaustion.
"We hope you like your new office Mr Wolfe," a guy in his twenties grinned at me. "The curtains I installed are pretty sick. Your PA saw them, right?"
