Chapter 16
Mark
Friday rolls around and I am dying to see Ava. I need to kiss her. I really, really, really need to fuck her. By eleven-thirty, I’m desperate and leaving the office a little early to go through a drive-thru for burgers with extra pickles.
I step into Ava’s lobby and immediately zone in on the temp secretary that was here Tuesday. She grins and sits up straighter, tucking her hair behind her ears.
“Hi there! I remember you. Is Ava expecting you?”
“Hi. Uh, no. I kind of just winged it because I know she goes to lunch at noon. She in?”
“Yes, and her last client just left ten minutes ago. It’s probably safe for you to go on back. Last door on the right.”
“Thanks.”
I walk back and get a peek of toes resting bare on top of a wooden desk.
They’re painted hot pink. They’d look good next to my ears.
Easy now. She’s got her head tipped back against her chair with her earbuds in and eyes closed.
I lean in the doorway to admire for as long as possible, watching as her toes dance to the music when it evidently hits a good spot.
I don’t want our burgers to get cold, so I pull them out of the bag and walk over to her desk to set one down.
Pulling out my phone, I text her because it’ll ding through her music.
I don’t want to touch her randomly and make her scream.
Me: You’re so cute.
The phone buzzes on her desk, eyes popping open from what I guess is the notification. She jumps when she sees me but smiles. I hold up the food bag with one hand and my phone with the other for her to see my intentions. She pulls out her earbuds as she pulls down her feet from the desktop.
“Well there’s the handsome face I’ve been thinking about all morning.”
A wolfish grin spreads from ear to ear, tightening my cheeks.
“I come with burgers. They were out of kisses, so I was hoping maybe you could help me with that one.”
“Shut the door.”
Oooohhh. I like the sound of that. I’m sure my face says it because she laughs out loud.
I close it and come to sit back down in the chair across from her desk.
I pull off all my pickles and lay them before her like an offering.
Fuck, I’ll do absolutely anything to just get a taste of this woman. I crave her so bad it hurts.
“Be still my heart, you got extra pickles.”
I sure as hell have pickles for her. I reach into the other bag I brought with and set a jar of baby dills on her desk. Her eyes go wide and starry, and I’ll buy her pickles by the caseful if I can see that look again.
“Will that satisfy your pickle craving?” I ask, taking a big ol’ bite of cheeseburger, satisfied with myself.
“No,” she answers coyly.
I choke so hard on that cheeseburger, I actually fear for my life for a second there.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” She climbs to her feet, rounding the desk quickly.
I nod my head to reassure her as she kneels before me, resting her hands on my thighs. That doesn’t help me one bit, especially now that I have a view down her shirt.
“I’m dying…” I whisper hoarsely, and her eyes get big but then crinkle at the corners with humor because she realizes I’m talking.
“You’re not dying,” she teases, pushing playfully at my chest, and I grab her hand, pushing it down my stomach until she realizes exactly what I mean.
Her sexy red lips pucker into the cutest little “OH”, and she glances at my length, now straining against my jeans, then back up to my face. She’s so flipping cute.
“I beg to differ.”
When she licks her lips, my dick jerks against her palm and a breathy giggle leaves her lips.
“Oh, you want to laugh now, do ya?” I bend down and grasp her around the waist, tickling her ribs and getting the squeal I was hoping for considering she was just snickering while looking at my hard cock.
“Mercy!” she cries out, and I stop, turning my grasp into a caress. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a sweet kiss. Slipping my hands under her ass, I lift her up from the floor into my lap. She gives a little squeak of delight.
“You pick me up like I weigh nothing. I’m not a tiny little thing, you know?”
“I guess it’s good I ate my protein this morning.” I grin devilishly at her, teasing her. “You’re perfect. Curves in all the right places. Soft in all the right places. I don’t like to cuddle sticks.”
“You and your words.”
“Mmmm…” I murmur against her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfumed skin.
“Pizza and Netflix tonight?” she asks, almost timidly. I pull back from her neck to read her eyes when it occurs to me what she’s implying. My heart starts racing at the mere idea of it.
“Any movie you want, babe.”
“And perhaps you’d like to sleep over?” she asks, eyeing me with those big brown eyes before dropping to my lips. I’m a goner.
“Wrapped around you all night is the only place I want to be.”
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Ava
I finger my tousled locks in the mirror, cleaning up the corners of my lips while making sure none of my bright red lipstick strayed or made it to my teeth.
I hope he likes what I’m throwing tonight.
I smooth out the form-fitting, red v-neck tee Sydney gave me a few weeks ago because she decided she suddenly had too much red in her closet and needed to diversify.
It looks good. My breasts aren’t ginormous by any means, but I’d say they’re a good man handful and a half.
Adjusting my neckline, I admire how the black lace cups of the balconette I’m wearing just add a bit of somethin’ somethin’ to my cleavage.
My doorbell chimes, and I practically skip to the door.
When I open it, I’m greeted with sex on a stick leaning in my doorway like the Italian stallion he knows he is.
He’s got ice cream in one hand, a small overnight bag slung over a shoulder, and a posy of asters in his other hand.
My heart all but melts. I’ve managed to score a burger, pickles, ice cream, and flowers all in one day!
To think, the night’s not even really started. ..
“Mmmm. Hi, Bella…”
“Hey…”
He steps inside, kisses me on the cheek, and walks straight to the freezer, dropping off his bag onto a barstool along the way.
He looks as if he’s on a mission. After setting that inside, he goes straight to the cabinet under the sink that has my vases.
How’d he remember that? I guess he really did get acquainted with my kitchen when he was cooking the pizza a while back.
I lean against the island countertop, making sure to display my cleavage, while watching him move around my kitchen like he owns the place.
He’ll notice soon enough. He smiles a small smile as he fills the vase with water, but his eyes whip back quickly to the skin peeking out at him when he truly notices how I’m resting.
Suppressing a giggle, I press them together a little more and the vase he’s filling loses contact with the running water as he struggles to complete his task.
Mark clears his throat before placing the flowers inside and setting them in the center of the island.
“Those are beautiful, thank you.”
“Not more beautiful than you, though.”
“Well, aren’t you a smooth talker?”
“Is it working?”
“None of it is necessary.”
“Oh, it is plenty necessary. You see, you seemed to have forgotten the way a man should treat you.”
Mark cages me in at the island and bends his head to kiss me deeply.
I don’t hesitate to let him in when his tongue teases the seam of my lips.
Humming his approval, he steps closer, molding our bodies together, placing both hands on my neck in a gentle grip that tips my chin up and back with his thumbs so that he has better access to my lips.
I sigh, loving the way my body becomes putty in his hands.
“I’m ready.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” he mutters breathily against my flesh.
His lips crash back over mine, and his hands wander down the front of my body before scooping around to grasp my ass, lifting me up and setting me on the counter.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in close, and he growls against my lips, pulling my ass closer to the edge of the countertop to line our hips up.
The hard length of him pushes insistently against my aching center, and the frustrated moan that leaves him has my insides screaming, ‘Take me now! Right here!’.
I tug at his shirt, and he obliges me, yanking the thing over the back of his head and tossing it on the floor as he dives back in for my mouth.
His desire to have me is overwhelming in the best of ways.
I trace along all the hard lines of his abs and toy with the front waistline of his jeans with my fingertips while I tease his lips with my tongue.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, biting down lightly against the plump flesh.
This spurs him into action because he groans and picks me up, carrying me off toward the hallway, kicking off his tennis shoes as we go.
When he kicks off his second shoe with a smidge of frustration, it knocks into my lamp, knocking it sideways onto the couch.
“Shit!” He begins to set me down so he can fix it, but I grasp his face with both palms insistently.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Fuck…” he curses under his breath before claiming my lips again and crushing me against the hallway wall.
The need rolling off this man feels unhinged, and I fucking love it.
Hungry lips skate along my jawline and down my throat as he slips his fingers underneath my shirt, one hand yanking the shirt up a little so he can get his hands on all the smooth skin.
A sexy Mmmm leaves his lips the minute they make contact.
Helping him out since he’s holding me up against the wall, I reach down to grab the hemline of the tee and pull it up over my head. His eyes roam along the cups of my bra greedily, and he looks up at me with a salacious grin.