3. The Office
The familiar humof computers blends with the rhythmic click-clack of keyboards, a symphony of productivity that eases the tightness in my chest. The air smells faintly of ozone and coffee,a scent thatspeaks of long hours and creative energy.
I wave to Dorthea Domino, who’s making her way toward the shooting studio down the hall, her silver bangles jingling musically with each step. She returns the gesture with a high wave, her blue glasses perched precariously in her tousled blonde hair atop her head. Sporting a matching blue lipstick, she’s followed by a swarm of new interns, their faces alight with nervous excitement. I smile, imagining myself at her age, effortlessly confident, leading the next generation of creatives.
Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting long shadows across the rows of desks where my colleagues are already immersed in their work. As I walk in, the scent of coffee, mingled with the faint smell of printer ink and takeout containers forgotten from last Friday, hangs in the air.
I scrunch my nosein a brief momentbefore making my way towards my office. Photographers and designers huddle over their laptops, editing images. Journalists, their fingers flying across keyboards, craft stories that give voice to the voiceless.
I don’t know half the people in here anymore.
Designers, like myself, bring ideas to life through a kaleidoscope of colours and shapes, transforming blank canvases into logos, websites, and marketing materials that capture the essence of a brand.
Like I did for the EverBlue Group.
Spectrum Design Studio is a melting pot of creativity, a hub of energy where ideas collide, and innovation thrives. But today, the usual buzz of activity feels more like a swarm of bees buzzing around my head. A flash of my encounter with Tyler a few nights ago fills my mind, buzzing like the room. He’d insisted on walking me home after dinner, his arm possessively wrapped around my waist, his gaze following every passerby a little too intently. It was almost as if he expected a threat to emerge from every shadow. Why?
“Good morning, Ava,” a soft voice startles me from my thoughts.
Ilook up tosee Dexter, Tyler’s photographer friend, who works at Spectrum, standing beside my desk. They recently reconnected, and Tyler seems to like him. His tall, lanky frameseemsto fold in on itself as he fidgets, his oversized glasses threatening to slide off his nose.
“Morning, Dex,” I say, smiling. “Everything okay?” He fidgets a little, his cheeks getting red.“Yeah, justuh—wondering if you needed a hand with that new project.”
“I’m g-good,”he stammers, his cheeks flushing. “J-just wanted to s-see if you needed any help with the new project.”
“That’s very kind of you,”I say. “But I think I’ve got it under control for now. Thanks, though.”
“You know, Ava, sometimes the best designs come from—unexpected sources.”He pauses, pushing his glasses up his nose, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “You just have to know where to look.”
“Sure, yeah. That’s very true,”I say, turning my head to the screen.
He nods, his hand brushinga littletoo forcefully against a delicate, hand-painted porcelain vase perched precariously on a nearby shelf. It wobbles, threatening to topple over, but he catches it just in time, a flicker of something sharp flashing in his eyes before it’s replaced by a mask of apologetic embarrassment. “S-so sorry,”he stammers, his cheeks burning crimson. “Clumsy as always.”
I chuckle as I watch him go, his clumsiness endearing rather than annoying. Still, Alexander’s face pops into my mind’s eye, etched with a blend of vulnerability and raw desire. I can almost feel the warmth of his hand on my cheek, the way his touch set me on fire. The memory of his kiss replays in my mind, making it impossible to focus on the taskat hand.
The art gallery website stares back at me, the blank canvas mocking my inability to focus. I try sketchingoutideas, but the lines feel lifeless, the colors dull. My mind is a battlefield. On one side, Tyler, with his steady gaze and promises ofa normallife.On the other, Alexander, a storm of blue eyes and a touchthatsets my soul on fire.Am I a fool for even considering him? For wanting him? The office, with its usual hum of activity, felt suffocating, the walls closing in on my secret desires.
A sudden wave of longing for simpler times floods my mind as the screen stares at me. I think back to my childhood, to the day my parents gifted me my first computer. Their faces, beaming with pride and love, are etched in my brain. They sacrificed so much to nurture my creativity, to give me the tools I needed to pursue my dreams.
I close my eyes, allowing the memory to wash over me. It feels good. My parents,always my biggest supporters, the ones who believed in me even when I doubted myself. They are the reason I am here, a successful graphic designer,living a life they would be proud of.
But the memory is bittersweet, tinged with the pain of their sudden loss. The car accident, the knock on the door, the news that shattered my world.
I push the thought away, forcing back the tears that threaten to spill. I can’t afford to fall apart, not now.
A sharp voice cuts through my thoughts, bringing me back to the present with a jolt.
“Ava, I need that project done by tonight,”Cole Cohan, my boss, barks, slamming a thick folder onto my desk.His arrogance is evident, and his styled hair and tailored suit do not matchthe creative chaos that reigns in our office.The other designers glance up from their desks, their eyes filled with sympathy.
I stifle a groan and nod. “I’ll get right on it,”I say, already dreading the mountain of work that awaits me.
“Of course you will,”he says with a smirk, his eyes raking over me in a way that makes my skin crawl.
“What’s it about? Who is it for?”I ask, trying to ignorethe wayhis eyes linger on my body.
“If you open your eyes and read the damn folder, you’d see for yourself, wouldn’t you, hun? There’s a USB inside, too,”he sneers, his tone dripping with condescension.
“Right, of course, sorry,”I mumble, feeling a flush creep up my neck.
“You should be,”he says with a smug grin before turning on his heel and striding out of my office, his presence leaving a trail of tension in his wake.
The office falls silent momentarily, then the quiet murmur of conversations resumes. I can feel their stares on me.
With a sigh, I reluctantly open the folder, my heart sinking as I’m confronted with the overwhelmingvolume ofwork awaiting me. My eyes catch sight of the USB drive and the accompanying paper. I skim through it and realize that it’s a request for me to handle the program stored on the USB drive. As I plug it in, I’m greeted withpages uponpages of indecipherable code.
Oh, come on, Cole!
I’m not a programmer, yet Cole expects me to handle this complex task. I tap my fingers on my desk, rubbing my temples.
Damn it.
This is just another challenge, I tell myself. I’ll figure it out, just as I always do. But as I stare at the code, a feeling of unease creeps in, a sense that something is amiss, that my life is about to take a turn for the worse.
I start sweating as I stare at the cryptic lines.Programming is a foreign language, ajumbled messof symbols and commands that makes my head spin. I need help and fast.
My gaze darts around the office, searching for a friendly face. But my colleagues are all engrossed in their own projects. Their brows furrowed in concentration as they navigate their screens.
Then, like a flash of lightning, I remember Sarah. Of course, why didn’t I think about her? I slap a hand across my forehead.My best friend is a tech whiz, a coding sorceress who can decipher the most complex algorithmswith ease.
With trembling fingers, I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts, my heart pounding as I find her name. I press the call button, praying she’ll answer.
The phone rings a few times before her cheerful voice fills my ear. “Hey, Ava! What’s up?”
I take a deep breath and explain. “I was hoping I could pick your brain about something. Cole just dumped this massive project on me, and I’m stuck on the programming aspect. Would you be able to help me out?”
I hold my breath, waiting for her response. Sarah is always busy with herownprojects, her life a whirlwind of tech conferences, hackathons, late-night coding sessions, and the occasional yoga retreat.
“Of course!”she replies without hesitation, her enthusiasm as infectious as ever. “Send over the files, and I’ll take a look.”
“Today?” I ask, surprised.
“Yes, today, of course!”she chirps. “What are friends for?”
“Right, thanks, Sarah, it means a lot.”
“Of course.”
Sarah is more than just a friend. She’s a sister, a confidante. As I hang up the phone, my breathing slows down. But the brief respite is shattered by the insistent ringing of my phone once again. This time, it’s Tyler.
“Hey, what’s up?”I answer, trying to inject enthusiasm into my voice.
“Just wanted to make sure we’re still on for tonight,”he says.
Oh shit, Tyler. I forgot our date.
I had been looking forward to our date, a chance to escape work pressures and lose myself in Tyler’s company. But the project Cole dumped on me is a looming deadline I can’t ignore.
“I won’t be able to make it,”I say,my voiceapologetic. “Cole just dumped this huge project on me, and I need to finish it tonight.”
A sigh escapes Tyler’s lips,the sound ofhis disappointment a physical blow. “Okay,”he says. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m so sorry. I was looking forward to some grease overload,”I say, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Right, grease overload. And cheesy bare-chested male action. You’ll be missing out, Ava,”he replies, a hint of a smile in his voice.
“I’ll make it up to you, okay? I promise. Tomorrow, Steven Seagal, on my couch? Including some sort of Chinese food.”
“Okay, I’m in. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
We hang up, and I turn back to my computer, determined to conquer the mountain of work before me. The hours tick by, the office around me slowly emptying as my colleagues head home for the night. I barely take a break, fueled by caffeine and the promise of Sarah’s help.
Tyler would have known what to do. He’d have a plan, a logical solution, a way to navigate the complexities of code and deadlines. But Alexander—he thrives in chaos, in the shadows where rules were meant to be broken. And a part of me, a part I try to bury, misses that wildness, that sense of living on the edge.
* * *
The clock ticks past nine, and the bustling office is now quiet. The rhythmic tapping of my keyboard fills the silence as I race against the clock to finish the project.Just asI reach a breakthrough, the door creaks open, and Cole’s smug face appears in the doorway.
“Ava,”he says, his voice dripping with a false charm that sets my teeth on edge. “I need to speak with you. In private.”
A knot of unease tightens in my stomach as I follow him into his office.
Floor-to-ceiling windows now reflect the city lights like a fragmented mirror, yet the distance feels insurmountable, isolating us in this cold space. His desk of polished wood is devoid ofanypersonal touches, its surface reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. He closes the door behind us with a soft click, the sound echoing in the confined space. His predatory gaze chills me as if icy fingers traced a path of terror along my back.
What does he want?
There’smore to this than just work, a voice whispers in my head.
“You know, Ava,”he begins, taking a step closer, his voice smooth and calculated, “you’re a very talented graphic designer. I could use someone like you on my team.”
I take a step back, feeling trapped.
His team? What is he talking about?
“I’m already on your team,”I reply, my voice a tremor.
He chuckles a low, humorless sound. “On my private team,”he clarifies, his eyes glinting with hunger.
This isn’t about work. This is about power, about control, my inner voice screams.
“You’re doing a great job, Ava,”he continues, his voice a low purr as he moves closer, effectively blocking my escape. With a swift motion, he locks the door, the click of the lock sealing my fate. “But I think there’s more we could be doing together.”
“What are you talking about?”I stammer.
“You and I, we could be unstoppable together,”he says, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek.
His touch is repulsive, sending a wave of revulsion through me. I swat his hand away. “I have a boyfriend,”I say, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands.
He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound that echoes in the large office. “He doesn’t need to know, Ava,”he says, his tone low. “And you should be careful how you respond to me. You love your job, don’t you?”
He’s threatening me.
He advances towards me, his large frame casting a shadow. I back away, my legs hitting the edge of the desk, trapping me between him and the cold, hard surface. I nervously tug a strand of hair behind my ear, as my eyes search for a way out.
Shit, what have I done?
I look around, but there’s not a soul in the office at this hour. I know it, and he knows it. His hand lands on my chest, his fingers digging into my skin, and my heart pounds against my ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage.
I need to get out of here, my mind screams. He won’t stop.
He pushes his body closer, and I can feel all of him hard against me. No, no, no, no. My body is frozen in place, I hadn’t seen this coming.
“Parading around the office with those soft tits,”he says and grabs one of my breasts.
The pain is instant. I know it will leave a mark.
“Ouch, you’re hurting me, Cole.”
“I know you like it like that. You’re a fucking dirty girl,”he says sleekly and lifts up my skirt with his other hand. Two of his fingers slip in under my laced panties and into me in one sudden motion. I am taken by surprise, rendering me unable to move, my feet rooted to the floor.
“You’re sobbing wet. I know you want me. Your body hunger for cock, doesn’t it?”he growls. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a while now. I see how you look at me.”
Like what? With disgust and fear?
Feeling his fingers sliding up my inside is an awakening call, and I gathered all my strength and push one knee to his groin. But he is too strong. His bulging muscles overwhelm me, placing one hand over my mouth and the other leaving my slit, pushes down my knee.
“Now that’s being a little naughty, isn’t it? I’ll give you time to — taste me soon enough, slut,”he moans, with a sly grin, and twists my nipple.
“Get off of me, Cole!”I manage to say.
“Not before I sample this tightness of yours,”he says, pushing his fingers back inside me hard and far up, making me squeak.
“Uh, fuck yeah,”he moans, fingering me in and out in brutal thrusts. “You say no, but you mean yes. Or else why would you be so fuckin’ wet for me? You’re drippin’, fuck it.”
It’s an involuntary bodily reaction that I have absolutely no control over. All I know is that I don’t want this. I never wanted this.
No! I pull away, and just as I am about to scream my lungs out, the door bursts open with a crash. Tyler stands in the doorway, his eyes blazing with fury, his fists clenched at his sides.The usually calm and collected lawyer isgone,replaced by a protective, almost primal force.
“What the hell is going on here?”he demands, his voice a low growl.
Cole releases me with a startled yelp, his face pale. He tries to regain his composure, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Nothing, just a little business discussion,”he says, his voice strained. His fingers pull out of me as he wipes them against his tailored pants.
What the hell just happened?
My eyes are wide with shock, and my hands are shaking.
Tylerisn’tfooled by Cole. He takes a step forward, his body tense, his eyes never leaving my boss. I see a flicker of something I have never noticedbeforein his eyes – a darkness, a hint of ruthlessness lurking beneath his gentle demeanor.
“We’re leaving,”he says, his voice low.
Cole hesitates, his gaze darting between Tyler and me.Then, with a shrug and a dismissive hand wave, he steps aside.“Fine, but remember, Ava–”he says, “-how much you love your job at Spectrum. Don’t you?”He hisses like a serpent.
I have to get out of here. Now.
The moment we’re out of his office, the door slamming shut behind us, I release a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, leaving me weak and trembling. I collapse into Tyler’s arms, burying my face in his chest, seeking comfort and safety in his embrace.
“Thank you,”I whisper, my voice trembling.
“Of course,”he says, holding me tight.“I won’t let anyone hurt you. I was coming to check on you and bring you some dinner.”His hand strokes my hair,his touch softensmy frayed nerves.
I look up at him, my eyes filled with gratitude. But even as I cling to him, a gnawing feeling persists. It’s not over. Cole’s threat hangs in the air, a dark cloud on the horizon. Can he fire me?
The rage—a burning ember deep within me wants to see Cole suffer, to feel the pain he had inflicted on her tenfold. It is a primal urge, a darkness I didn’t know I possessed. But as I look at Tyler’s concerned face, I push the feeling down, hiding it behind a mask of gratitude.
* * *
Despite the encounter, a strange calm flows through my body as I walk beside Tyler. Port Haven’s usual cacophony – the blaring horns, the chattering crowds – feels oddly comforting tonight. The streetlights cast a warm glow on the bustling streets, each face a story waiting to be told. The city’s rhythm, its pulsing energy, it feels good.
Here, amongst the throngs of people, no one can hurt me, can they?
Tyler’s hand, warm and reassuring in mine, grounds me in the present moment.
The streetlights dance across his dark-blond hair, catching the golden strands like fireflies at night. His profile holds a newfound strength. It’s as if the encounter with Cole has awakened something within him, a protective instinct that I findbothcomforting and intriguing.
As I glance at Tyler, his hand enveloping mine, I can feel the tension radiating from his body. His thumb traces soothing circles on the back of my hand.
“So, what do we do about Cole?”I ask.
Tyler’s gaze meets mine. His lips press into a thin line, his brow furrowing slightly as he considers his response. “I don’t think there’s much we can do, to be honest,”he replies, his voice low and measured. “He’s your boss, and you can’t afford to lose your job.”
Inside me, a storm brews of pent-up emotions held in check only by Tyler’s steady presence. I long for action, for retaliation against Cole’s abuse, but I know Tyler is right. His plea for restraint is the right thing to do.
“I know, but it just doesn’t feel right,”I say, disappointment evident in my words as I search Tyler’s face for a solution. “He’s such an arrogant jerk, what he did to me tonight –”
The memories flood back, and I shiver. Shall I go to the police?
Tyler stops walking and turns to face me.The city lights dance in his eyes, reflectingthe conflicting emotions within him.“I agree, it’s not okay,”he says, his voice firm. “But we have to be smart about this. We can’t just go charging in and cause a scene. That’ll only make things worse for you at work.”
“I know,”I sigh, understanding the logic behind his words but still yearning for justice. It’s just—it feels like there’s nothing I can do, like I’m powerless.”
He pulls me close, his embrace a comforting shield. “You’re not powerless, Ava,”he whispers. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. And you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you, always.”
His words,filled with such genuine care. I look up at him, meeting his gaze, and for a moment I feel a connection.
“Thank you, Tyler,”I whisper.
He smiles, a gentle smile that reaches his eyes, crinkling the corners in a way that always makes my heartskip abeat. “We’ll figure this out together,”he says. “Cole won’t win.”
As we continue our walk, the familiar sights and sounds of the city take on a new meaning. We pass the old ice cream shop where Tyler spent countless summer afternoons with his mother, sharing stories of sticky fingers and melting cones. We gaze up at the towering skyscrapers that house the law firms where he honed his skills, transforming from a wide-eyed intern into a confident andsuccessfullawyer.
We walk past the brick building where he was once a mischievous middle schooler, getting into trouble with his friends and dreaming of a future beyond the city limits of Port Haven.
Each landmark, eachstory he shares,paints a picture of the man beside me,a manwho is more than just the kind and gentle soul I fell for.There’sa strength to him, a resilience forged by years of hard work, that I find incredibly attractive.
“You know, it’s funny,”he says, a touch of self-deprecating humor threaded through his voice.“I used to think that I would never want tocome backto this city afterI leftfor college.But now, being here with you, showing you all these places, I realize how much I miss it.”
I smile, taking in the city through his eyes, appreciating its unique charm and the memories it holds for him. And just like the city, I’m beginning to see that there’s more to Tyler than meets the eye. We have only been dating for a few months, but he is just what I need.
* * *
We arrive at my apartment building, and the familiar brick facade is a welcome sight. Tyler tightens his arm around me, and I breathe in the comforting scent of his fresh cologne, a subtle blend of citrus and spice.
“Thank you for walking me home,”I say,looking up at him with a smile.
“Of course,”he replies, returning my smile.I’llalways be here for you, Ava, no matter what.”
As I turn to enter the building, a sleek black car pulls up alongside us. The tinted windows conceal the occupants, buta sense ofunease prickles my skin. The car speeds away before I can get a closer look, leaving me with a feeling of being watched.
“Did you see that?”I ask, turning back to Tyler.
He shakes his head, his brow furrowed. “See what?”
“Never mind,”I say, dismissing it as paranoia. The encounter with Cole has left me on edge, and my senses have heightened. It’s nothing, Ava.
As we reach my apartment door, Tyler turns to face me. I feel a connection that goes beyond the physical. He leans in, his lips brushing against mine. I close my eyes, surrendering to the moment. For a brief moment, the shadows of the past fade away, replaced by the promise of a future with this kind, compassionate man. A future where I can be myself, vulnerable and loved.
“You’re so sweet, Ava,”he whispers between kisses. “I care about you so much.”
A smile touches my lips, but it feels brittle, a fragile mask. I lean in, returninghiskiss, trying to lose myself in the warmth ofhisembrace. But even as I taste the sweetness of his lips, a phantom scent lingers in my senses – the musky, intoxicating aroma of Alexander’s cologne.
I don’t know what to do, so I break the kiss.
“I have feelings for you, too,”I say, “but let’s just take it slow for tonight. This whole Cole thing has me a bit shaken up.”
“I understand,”he says, holding me close.
I relax my shoulders as we continue to kiss, each kiss becoming more passionate and intense. I feel myself getting lost in the moment, in the sensations ofhislips on mine.
Tyler’slips are soft, his kiss a gentle warmth that spreads through me.I can almost imagine a life with him, a lifefilled with strolls in the park and cozy nights by the fireplace. Safe. Predictable.
As the kiss ends, Tyler pulls back and looks into my eyes. “You’re special to me, Ava,”he says. “I want to be here for you, always.”
I avoid his gaze, unable to meet his eyes.I knowI should tell him about Alexander, but I can’t bring myself to do it. His words are so sincere. I don’t want to hurt him, and we haven’t decided to be exclusive yet.
“I care about you too,”I say, avoiding the subject. “Do you want to come in?”
His dark brown eyes spark as I return his hungry gaze. We move further into the apartment, kissing passionately in the kitchen.
“Take it slow, right?”I say between kisses, catching my breath.
“Right,”he moans and grabs my back, pulling me closer to him, so close that I can taste him. I understand where this will go if I don’t stop it. I pull back for a moment, the hurt in his eyesobvious.
But as I push him away, a part of me can’t help but think: if it had been Alexander, would I have resisted? The thought both shames and terrifies me.
“I should get going then,”he says, heading for the door. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
I mull it over again. Tyler is good for me. I need someone like him. He isgreat, everything I’ve always dreamed of a successful lawyer, handsome as hell, and sweet like cherry pie.
“No, stay,”I say, grabbing his hand. I don’t want to be alone tonight, but I don’t want to sleep. I’ve got too much on my mind.”
He hesitates for a moment, then agrees. “Tea and cookies on the couch then?”he says, seeming to understand my need to take it slow.
“That’s exactly what I need,”I say with a gentle smile.
He knows me.
I make us tea, and we sit on the couch. I’m cradling my cup in my hands. Tyler is next to me, flipping through a magazine he found lying around my small city apartment. The place is cozy, with soft lighting and warm colors. The smell of vanilla candles fills the air, and the sound of rain tapping against the windows in the dark night adds to the peaceful atmosphere.
Tonight I don’t mind the rain.
“Hey, look at this,”he says, tapping the magazine page. “This recipe for apple crisp looks amazing.”
I lean over totake alook, and he points to the page. “That’s my grandmother’s favorite dessert,”I say with a smile. “She always made it for me when I was a child.”
“My grandmother loved apple crisp, too,”he says, looking at mewith a tender gaze. “She used to make it for me all the time. You know what, I think we should make this tonight.”He sets the magazine down and stands up.
I smile, feeling a wave of excitement wash over me. “Tonight? It’s the middle of the night.”
“Even more reason to make it then,”he grins.
“Fine, crispy apples, here we come.”
As Tyler gathers the ingredients, I watch him move around the kitchen with ease and confidence.
He returns to the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and cups my face in his hands. His lips meet mine in a kiss that is both tender and passionate, making me feel warm all over.
At that moment, surrounded by the comforting scent of vanilla and the rhythmic pattern of rain, I allow myself to forget about the darkness that lurks just beyond the edges of my consciousness.I allow myself to believe thatmaybe, just maybe,I can find happiness withthis man,this man who offers me a safe haven.
He kisses me again, strong this time. I kiss him back, feeling the warmth of his lips on mine. The kiss is slow and intense, filled with desire.
As we pull away, Tyler smiles at me. “Do you— I mean, with what happened earlier—”
“Yes, I want to,”I moan between kisses.
“And the apple pie?”
“Screw the apple pie,”I say and pull him close so I can feel all of him against me.
He kisses me again, this time stronger. His body moves closer to mine, his hips pressed against mine, and I arch up to meet him. My desire for him heightens as we move into the bedroom, where he lays me on the bed and kisses me softly all over my body.I surrender and enjoy his caress,hisweight on me, andhissweet words in my ear.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, keep going,”I say, and we continue into the night, my body melting into his with pure pleasure. His touch is magical as he pulls my shirt off over my head.Just before it slides off,he ties my hands over my headwith it.
“You said you didn’t want me to stop, so I’ll just keep you true to your word,”he says in a low voice as his lips touch down on my exposed breasts. He devourers them with a passion I haven’t seen in Tyler before. His brown eyes have turned darker with desire. I can feel him wanting me, and it’s intoxicating.
This is the Tyler I saw in the office: the pretty boy with a darknessto him.
His length is warm and hard against me. I want him inside of me, to feel all of him filling me, satisfying me.
He pulls my pants down, and I try to wiggle free from the restraints, but he stills me with a finger on my lips.
“I’ll show you why letting me do this to you was a good idea,”he says, then licks his own fingers and runs it down from my hips to my now dripping folds between my legs. I hunger for him, and he knows it. He enters me with two fingers, and I gasp, a moan escaping me. The heat builds between us, our bodies are like one, close and sweaty in perfect synchrony.
“Oh, Tyler, more,”I moan, as he keeps thrusting into me with his hand while moving his other one up to my chest, grabbing my hard nipples, rubbing them in circular motions until I am about to come.
“Oh, Ava, you are so beautiful. I want you.”He pulls out and climbs up me, his mouth hot next to my ear as if he likes to torture me. “You are everything I ever wanted,” he growls low in his throat.
“Please, Tyler, more. Right now. I need you inside me.”I can’t stand the waiting, and I grab him as he enters me with full force, filling me up. He moans, thrusting into me over and over, and the feeling is mind-blowing. He takes one hand and pinches my nipple between his fingers, his other grasping my hip and pumping into me.
“Yes, yes, yes,”I grunt and meet him at every thrust. He pounds into me hard, again and again, like the world is one fire, and I’m burning.
“Oh, Tyler,”I moan, reaching my climax.
“Ava, you’re so fucking beautiful,”he murmurs and lets himself go.
I finish in a frenzy of stars in the dark night, my mind blown to pieces by this man. Shit, I’m in big trouble.