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“God help me, Ethan Mercer, I do. I totally do trust you. Am I stupid ?”
I lean back in my chair, relieved .
“If you ask me, you’re absolutely brilliant .”
“Oh, you would say that!” she laughs, smacking my knee playfully. My towel spontaneously slides open, and I watch her eyes grow wide again .
Something makes me stop. With any other girl, I’d take her by the shoulders and show her what I wanted. But Ava is different. For a moment I don’t know what she will do .
But then she drops to her knees in front of me. Her trembling fingers lightly rest on my parted thighs as she stares transfixed by my cock, which is standing and ready. Her tongue slides along her lower lip, wetting it .
She glances up at me, her eyes full of questions .
“Yes, please,” I murmur .
Slowly her hands slide toward my shaft, encircling it gently. I can feel the tremor in her fingertips. Has she never done this before ?
But I can’t ask. My breath is swept away when she opens her mouth and tentatively takes the tip of my cock against her hot, wet tongue. She sucks on it eagerly, rolling it around her mouth like a lollipop, lacing her fingers more tightly together .
In moments I’m grinding against her, fighting the urge to bury myself in her throat. I barely hold back from pounding her sweet, newbie mouth as the urgency rises dramatically in me .
Her moan vibrates my shaft, sending me immediately over the edge. My come takes her by surprise and she flinches back slightly but I hold on, throbbing and thrusting until my balls empty into her sweet, hot mouth .
She holds me for another moment, then shyly retreats, her lips glistening with my seed. Relief and satisfaction wash through me like a dreamy mist and I remember my to-do list. Check .
Chapter 28
Ava
I stand in front of my open dresser drawers for what feels like forever, staring at the neat pile of panties and bras all stuck together like Russian nesting dolls. My suitcase is open on the desk next to me. I am definitely supposed to be packing, but my brain is filled with a sound like cicadas, sawing incessantly .
What am I doing? Am I crazy ?
If I hurry, I can still get down to the ballroom for the last conference, the one on strategies for team-building in a new environment. That would be handy, right? I mean, I’ve never had a corporate job, so I don’t know anything about it. Even if Ethan’s offer is for real, and not just a handy excuse to make me his sex slave for the summer, I’m going to come in there completely strategy free, as far as teambuilding is concerned. That’s pretty irresponsible, isn’t it? In case he has a real job for me ?
Maybe I should go downstairs. At least check in .
No. I’m being a chicken. I should put these panties into that luggage, and meet Ethan in his limo. That’s what any sane person would do .
But somehow, I can’t make my hands do it. Finally, I just slap at my thighs in frustration and stomp off toward the bathroom, thinking maybe the change of scenery will somehow organize me into action here .
The bathroom is still fairly put together. I see that maid service has brought me a fresh new stack of towels, new bottles of soap and shampoo, and a selection of moist towelettes in individual packets. You know what, I’m going to take these with me. Even if I don’t go with Ethan, these are definitely coming home with me. I just love things that come in little packages .
When I come out of the bathroom, Bea is standing there, scowling at my luggage .
She tips her head toward me, narrowing her eyes .
“You realize you have come to approximately zero of the conference, right?” she huffs, arching her eyebrows dramatically. “You have gotten the zero rate of return on your investment, I just learned .”
“Yeah, about that,” I start .
“I mean, I just learned that,” she repeats meaningfully. “Just now. In the panel session I was at. The investments overview .”
“Yeah, I get it, Bea .”
“For people with jobs, who need to invest their income,” she continues, pretending not to hear me. "You know, who have salaries… that they need to invest …”
“I kind of do have a job,” I mumble .
