Chapter 27
“We explored your domain. Now it’s time to enter mine.” I lace my fingers with Ava’s as I tow her out of the library toward a building that thankfully does not have my family’s name on the side.
When she heard the amount of money my parents were donating for the new library wing, the witch’s eyes went wide as full moons, and she needed a full minute of rapid blinking to recover.
It’s one thing to see a string of pearls. Another to visit a large house.
But when someone gives away multiple millions of dollars, the level of wealth cannot be ignored. And I get the feeling that my family’s money, at best, disinterests Ava and, at worst, dissuades her from wanting any kind of future with me.
“So, this is where all the architecture nerds hung out?” she asks in a dry voice as I lead her through the department. I can’t recall a time in my life I’ve been called a nerd.
I kind of love it.
“You bet. A bunch of us just sat around comparing the quality of our protractors and graphite pencils.”
“Oh baby.” Her voice goes breathy. “Save that dirty talk for when we get home.”
Even though she’s teasing me, my cock twitches, and I lock on the way Ava sounds when she says “home.” The word is all warmth and promise.
But she’s not talking about my house, a place she hasn’t even visited yet. Ava has her little condo, with its colorful witch language pictures, piles of books, and menace of a kitten in mind.
Iwant to be on her mind when she says “home.”
We meander down hallways, studying student projects set out for display and peering into classrooms as I regale Ava with stories about my successes, and maybe a few failures, while I worked for my degree.
“Here are some faculty offices.” I tug her down a side hallway lined with doors. Every one is closed, lights off. I bet most of the faculty take advantage of the summer break to work from home if they aren’t traveling. Reading the name plates, I pause in front of a familiar one and smile.
“Eliza Fernandez. Her work is inspired. And she’s such a good teacher. I was her favorite student.”
“She said that?” Ava asks with a smirk.
I shrug, returning her expression. “There are certain things that don’t need to be spoken aloud. And we keep in touch. We should have dinner, and she can tell you herself.” I wish Eliza was here now so I could let Ava into her office. There are some beautiful blueprints framed on the walls.
Unfortunately, when I turn my back on the door, my eyes catch on another name, familiar for a different reason.
“Meanwhile, that asshole is the reason I almost didn’t graduate.” I point across the hall to an office I visited once and never again after.
Ava follows the track of my finger and studies the entrance with a frown. “What do you mean?”
“Anders Dreyer. Doctor Dreyer.” I emphasize the word the man always insisted we used when addressing him. “Fantastic architect. Terrible human being.” I fight the urge to grit my teeth. “He was the master of microaggressions. Especially against students of color. The moment he heard my last name, my worth became zero in his eyes. On the first test, I missed a few questions and didn’t understand why, so I came to his office hours. He didn’t outright call me lazy and dumb, but it was a close thing. Said I might be better relying on my family money than trying to learn concepts that were above me.” I can hear the disgust dripping in my voice at the memory. The condescending tone he used and the judgmental sneer on his face. “I realized he wasn’t going to help me. So I helped myself. Showed him that as much as he didn’t want me in his classes, he couldn’t get rid of me. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve graduated with a 4.0.” My glare threatens to burn through the thick wood of the door. “Bet there were others though, who weren’t as stubborn as me, that took his words in. Believed them like they were truth.”
“Asshole,” Ava mutters, and I recall the professor I ran into when coming to pick her up. He gave me the same self-important vibes as Dr. Dreyer.
I wonder how many stuck-up pricks Ava has to deal with on a daily basis. On her own, since she’s the only librarian. At least I had other students to rage with about Dreyer.
Makes me want to drive over to the college and burst a pipe in the ceiling above that asshole professor’s office.
As I imagine the petty act, Ava steps away from me and up to Dreyer’s door. She slips her hand into her bag, pulls out a paperclip, and whispers, “Let me know if someone is coming,” before crouching down and sticking one end of the metal into the keyhole.
I have no idea what I’m watching, only that a moment later, when the lock clicks and the knob turns, I’m suddenly very turned on.
“Come on.” The sneaky witch disappears into the office. “Hurry up, Squid.”
I stride after her, and Ava shuts us in the dark space once I clear the door.
“Did you just pick that lock?” I ask, wonder in my voice. “Where did you learn that?”
“I told you my mom worked with some interesting women. One had a locksmith for a father, and she taught me how.” In the dim light, I can make out her wide smile. “I’ve never gotten locked out of anywhere. Not for long anyway.”
Fuck. I’m half hard hearing about my witch’s not-so-legal skillset.
Then she presses me back against the door and drops to her knees again, only this time her focus is on unlocking my belt buckle.
“Ava—”
“I’m going to suck you off in this prick’s office. He tried to hurt you in here.” She gazes up at me, gray eyes wide and so gods damn lovely. “But you didn’t let him. And I’m going to make you feel so good.”
My lungs seize in my chest, forced to stop working as my heart swells to ten times its original size.
I love you, I want to say. Want to drop to my knees in front of her and beg her to never leave me.
But Ava already has my fly down, her skilled fingers finding and cupping me until all I can do is groan. When the hot wet cradle of her mouth envelopes me, I forget where I am.
All that matters is who I’m with and that she never stops.
With my shoulder blades digging into the hard wood of the door, I brace my feet wide and cradle the back of Ava’s head as she bobs on my cock. When the pleasure builds to a point I’m about to spill down her throat, I pull Ava off me and drag her to stand.
“Sammy,” she growls, her face flushed, eyes bright. “I want to finish you.”
Don’t you realize you already have? I’m fucking done with any kind of life that doesn’t have Ava Bellarose in it.
Instead of answering, I spin her around and move us across the few feet to Dreyer’s ridiculously large desk. The same one he sat on the opposite side of years ago when he tried to make me feel worthless.
The man didn’t know what I had coming.
Ididn’t know either.
But now she’s here, her hips in my grasp, her palms landing on the surface of the desk and staying there. Ava braces herself, understanding my intention as I drag up the skirt of her flirty sundress and reveal a set of sky-blue silk panties. I tug the lovely scrap of material down only far enough to reveal her glistening pussy.
“I love when my witch is wet for me,” I mutter.
I revel in the sound—slick—as I drag the head of my cock around her dripping entrance, then slide deep with a quick thrust. We both gasp out prayers and curses to the gods.
“Fuck me hard, Samuel Reyes.” Ava’s words are raw, dirty, and beautiful.
I follow orders, slamming into her repeatedly until I’ve driven her thighs into the edge of the desk. Each thrust sends the furniture sliding a few inches across the floor, our fucking rearranging the asshole’s room. Reaching around, I press the heel of my hand against Ava’s mound, grinding her hood into her clit. Ava’s cries grow sharp and needy, and my dick sinks inside even easier as her lust soaks me.
Wrapping an arm around her torso, I drag Ava upright, clutching her against my chest as I drive into her relentlessly. She reaches back to tangle her fingers in my hair and tugs.
I love the sting.
“I’m so close, Sammy. Please,” she rasps, and her begging almost does me in. But even more than I want to spill into her glorious pussy, I want Ava falling to pieces in my arms.
There’s so much moisture between us, and my mind snags on an idea. With a flick of my fingers, I call up my power and coax Ava’s wetness to follow my lead—to flow over her vulva in rhythmic waves, massaging the sensitive skin around the intrusion of my cock.
“Goddess! What—” Her question is choked off by the start of a shrieking orgasm which is then muffled by my hand pressed over her mouth.
Don’t want a custodian busting in here thinking someone is getting murdered.
Thought bleeds from my mind as Ava’s body shudders and clenches around me, her cunt bearing down hard on my member. My balls tighten, and I feel the heat racing down my length just as my eyes land on the desk nameplate.
Doctor Dreyer, it reads.
I grin in triumphant self-satisfaction as my huge cock gushes waves of cum into the intelligent, beautiful, devious woman I love.
A literal fuck you.