Finnegan
What the fuck did I just do?
That question rang in my head over and over like a bell as I backed away from my assistant, dragging a hand down my face as horror gripped my spine.
There was a line and I just didn't cross it, I scrapped it to pieces.
Her eyes widened with fear and my gut curled in disgust. I just fingered my employee. Even more horrifying, I enjoyed it. I wanted more, to lift her up the wall and-
Tearing my eyes off those perfect tits, I bolted for the door, tore out of the storage room and slammed it shut behind me.
Out of my mind that's what I was. Out of my fucking mind.
My shirt was untucked, I tucked it in with shaky hands, then stared at my hands like they were foreign. In all my years, my hands had never once shaken like this, the sight of her juices glistening over my fingers filled my head. My tongue was filled with the taste of her juices.
