Free Web NovelChapter 239: MILE HIGH
Finnegan
The helicopter descended smoothly toward the brightly lit helipad of my private yacht.
The night sea stretched endlessly around us, moonlight scattering across the dark water like crushed diamonds.
Abigail’s face was pressed against the window, her blue eyes wide with pure wonder.
"Oh my God," she breathed. "Finnegan... this is yours? A whole yacht?"
I couldn’t hold back the smile pulling at my lips. Seeing her like this — lit up, excited, not carrying the weight of everything pressing down on us — meant more than I could put into words.
The yacht gleamed below us. Sleek white hull, decks bathed in soft golden light, cutting a sharp silhouette against the dark water.
It was a sleek white vessel with its decks softly lit with golden lights, gleaming against the dark waters of the ocean. The kind of thing you only saw in movies or dreams.
"It’s one of the few places where the world can’t reach us," I murmured, taking her hand and bringing her fingers to my lips, kissing them one by one. "Tonight, it’s ours."
The pilot touched us down gently. I helped her out as the rotors wound down. The sea breeze caught her hair, throwing it across her face.
She looked breathtaking — cheeks flushed from the flight and the race, her dress moving in the wind.The sea breeze caught her hair, whipping it around her face.
She looked breathtaking in her dress, her cheeks flushed from the flight and the race earlier, her eyes still bright with leftover adrenaline
I pulled her close and pressed my lips to her temple.
"Welcome aboard, baby."
She turned in my arms, eyes bright. "You’re such a show-off, Wolfe. A helicopter and a yacht? What’s next, a private island?"
I nipped her ear. "Only if you behave. Or misbehave. I’m flexible either way."
She laughed as we walked hand in hand along the deck. Abigail drifted ahead, trailing her fingers along the polished railing, leaning over to peer at the water below.
"If I jumped, would you catch me?"
"A million times over — but for my sanity, please don’t," I said, earning a wide grin from her.
"Now I really want to."
"Shall I get on my knees and beg?" I leaned against the railing, watching her, blood moving fast through every vein. It was insane — being this consumed, this addicted, this completely undone by one woman.
Her jasmine scent drifted toward me on the breeze and something deep in my chest settled with quiet pleasure.
She darted away playfully, disappearing into the cabin while I shook my head. I had barely moved to follow when my phone buzzed.
It was a call from my lawyer.
"Sir, we’re ready. We’ve followed your instructions to the letter, and while there’s still some delay on the matter of Mrs. Wolfe, we’re prepared to move forward with the plan regarding Mrs. Gina Wolfe."
"Good," I said. "I want it across every headline, every news outlet, every media platform by tomorrow morning."
"My only concern is the impact on Wolfe Corp, sir." He exhaled slowly. "The company could take a significant hit."
"It won’t," I replied. "Do your part. I’ll handle the rest."
I couldn’t let what happened in that parking lot ever happen to Abigail again. I couldn’t let what happened at the parking lot ever happen again to Abigail.
Abigail’s head appeared around the cabin door, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.
"Finnegan?" she purred. "If you don’t come in here soon, I’m going to get started without you. And I might just finish all by myself."
I raised an eyebrow, heat surging through my veins. "That sounds like a challenge, love. You need me."
She gasped in mock outrage. "You cocky jerk! I can absolutely finish without you."
I followed her inside, pulse already climbing, blood loud in my ears. Abigail didn’t waste a second.
She shed her dress in one clean movement, letting it fall around her feet. I watched, throat tight, as her breasts bounced free when she unclasped her bra.
She held my gaze as she slid off her underwear, then climbed onto the bed, legs spread, and trailed her fingers slowly down her body. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
My mouth went dry. Her pussy was a wet dream made real. Glistening, swollen, and pink — slick lips parted, clit already swelling, inner walls fluttering as she dragged two fingers through her folds and spread the arousal coating them.
"Fuck, Abigail," I groaned, pressing my palm against my aching cock. "That’s a very pretty cunt."
She moaned, pushing two fingers inside herself and pumping slowly, her thumb rolling over her clit. "Mmm... you like watching me touch myself, baby? I’m so wet... but I don’t need you tonight."
Like hell she didn’t. She was dismantling me deliberately, methodically, hitting every nerve. She cupped one breast to her mouth and sucked her own nipple hard while her fingers picked up speed.
The wet sounds of her working herself filled the cabin. I shoved my trousers and boxers down and freed my cock, stroking hard, eyes locked on her and nothing else.
She was pure sin. Long legs spread wide, slender fingers driving in and out of her dripping heat, tongue teasing her nipple.
Every instinct I had screamed at me to bury my face between her thighs and not come up until she’d lost her voice. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
But I held back. Let her pull me apart piece by piece until I was shaking. When her head tipped back and she moaned, "I’m so close... going to cum thinking about your cock—" I was done.
It was either I closed the distance or combust entirely.
I climbed onto the bed, knelt above her face, and stroked myself hard while I leaned down and blew a slow stream of cool air directly over her soaked pussy.
Abigail gasped, hips snapping up. "Finnegan—"
I still didn’t touch her. Just held there, breathing cool air across her heat, watching her fingers work faster, her cunt clenching and soaking the sheets beneath her.
