“I’m imagining you in the store buying these things.”
I shrug. “The lady was really helpful. How did I do?”
Ava meets my eyes. The glistening tears are gone, and I’m gifted with a brilliant smile. “Thank you. These are all really thoughtful and what a surprise.”
“It was my pleasure. I imagined the pillow on the wingback chair over there,” I say and point. When she doesn’t reply, I turn back and find her staring at me in awe. “What?”
Ava stands and bends over me. Her lips brush over mine, and I cup her hips. Our mouths fuse, and I help her onto my lap. My heart races in my chest. I would give her any gift just to see her unbridled excitement. Her kisses of gratitude are icing on the cake—sweet, seductive icing which has my dick ready to pound nails.
Before my body overrules my mind, I guide us back to the present and away from the path of desire. I think about how much I want her. I’ve jacked off nearly every day with Ava on my mind. My body knows what it’s missing, but I refuse to take a chance and risk losing her.
Ava’s whimper makes me smile.
“Sweetheart, you’re killing me, but now’s not the time or place.”
She freezes, and a blush covers her face. “Shit,” she whispers and pushes to rise from my lap.
I’m sorely tempted to keep her there, but I understand why it’s a bad idea. I glance up, and the man behind the counter turns around quickly. The last thing Ava needs is her employees talking shit. I won’t do that to her.
Leaning forward on the table, I grab my now-lukewarm coffee and drink. Ava takes a moment to herself and quietly examines her gifts.
“So, what do you think about the pillow going on the chair? Unless of course you want to take it home,” I say, drawing attention away from her embarrassment.
She gives me a brilliant smile. “I think it would be the perfect spot for it.”
