Finnegan
This was a terrible idea.
A voice in my head warned as Abigail pressed those soft succulent lips back against mine, her jasmine scent teasing and messing with my head.
It had been hard holding back from touching her all night, especially with Victoria getting on my nerves every millisecond.
The only reason I wasn't defacing her in public was to protect Angel and Abigail. All she wanted was an excuse to prolong this marriage, I was sure.
Abigail's tongue slipped into my mouth, demanding, teasing. It was adorable, the naughty little noises she made as she sucked on my tongue. Her hand slid down my stomach, palming my already hard cock through my trousers.
"Abigail," I warned, my voice rough against her lips. "Not here."
But she only smiled against my lips, that wicked, slutty little smile that always destroyed my control. "Why not? Scared someone might see the big, powerful Finnegan Wolfe getting his cock sucked by someone who isn't his wife?"
