Finnegan
"Hey Princess,"
The private jet hummed beneath us as we settled in. I clutched my phone tighter against my ear, sitting on one of the plush cream cushions on the jet.
My entire Friday had been torture. Abigail had spent the whole day teasing me, bending over my desk in that tight skirt, brushing her tits against my arm accidentally, whispering filthy little comments in my ear when no one was looking.
Christ. My cock had been hard for hours and I was ready to explode.
"Daddy!" Angel's voice killed the raging hard-on in my pants. "Are you on the plane already?"
"Yes, baby. I'll be back Sunday night. Aunt River is taking you to Madagascar, be good for her, okay?"
She groaned, and I could just picture her rolling her eyes. "I'm always good. And what could I do? Run away with penguins?"
"There are no penguins in Madagascar, honey," I muttered, earning a snort from Abigail, who was trying to settle her pretty ass into the cushion opposite me instead of right next to me.
