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STOP! okay fine DINNER. That’s all. What should I bring?
Ava: Condoms?
I almost drop my phone when I get her text.
Ava!
She sends me a GIF of a giggling schoolgirl.
Ava: No need to bring anything. Just yourself!
Fine, when should I come?
My eyes widen when I see the three gray dots indicating she’s typing, and I immediately regret my choice of words.
OVER! When should I come over?
She sends me a smiley face that appears to be smirking alongside the words:
Ava: You’re lucky I’m in class and couldn’t land my joke fast enough.
I shake my head, but I can’t stop the smile from crossing my face.Her energy was contagious, and I couldn’t get enough.
Be there around 7, is that okay?
Ava: Perfect!
I set my phone to the side and press both of my hands to my face as I think about the long night I have ahead of me. A night of resisting Ava’s innocence, her advances.
She’s such a little anomaly. She’s so shy and innocent in some ways and yet so confident in asking for what she wants.Maybe because it’s me, and she trusts and feels comfortable with me?Happiness blooms in my chest thinking that despite my distance over the past six months, Ava still trusts me. My mind drifts back to the root of our trust…her brother.I groan thinking about the damage I’d do to Tucker’s face if he even thought about touchingmylittle sister.
I look up to see my assistant Michelle standing in the entrance to my office.
“I’m--I’m sorry, Mr. Walsh, but I was knocking for quite some time. I… I got worried.”
“What, Michelle?”
She swallows nervously and brings me the coffee I always have right around this time. “Sir, is everything okay?”
“Fine, is Danny off his call?” I ask, referring to my COO.
“Yes, Mr. Walsh.”
“Great, tell him to get his ass in here now.”
After a debriefing with Danny, I’m on my way back to my penthouse four hours earlier than I usually leave work to prepare myself for a night alone with Ava Remington.
It takes me no time to get home, strip down naked, and climb into the shower. I need to get all of the pornographic thoughts about Ava out of my head now before I spend the evening with her. I turn the water on and let it beat down on me for a few seconds before my hand flies to my cock.
The girl from the coffee shop on Fourth Avenue. Perfect pouty lips I could slide my cock between as I pull her brown hair…like Ava… Next.
The owner of Carver Industries--his sexy little assistant with those dimples and those beautiful brown eyes…brown eyes…Ava. FUCK! Next.
The woman I slept with weeks ago—okay, the way she sucked my cock. She wasn’t half bad. Blonde hair, blue eyes, looked NOTHING like Ava. Okay, focus, Walsh.I’m doing everything I can to get myself going, but this visual is not working.
“God dammit, Ava!” I curse, and just like that, I’m hard as a rock. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I look down at my dick. “SERIOUSLY? As much ass as I’ve gotten you, and THIS is what you’re fixating on?!” I yell at my dick as if it can talk back to me.
Okay, maybe I should just do it once. No one will know. I’m in here alone. I’ll jack off one time.I try to ignore the thoughts creeping into my head that are laughing at me.One time? Yeah right. If you don’t fuck Ava soon, you’ll be living in this bathroom fucking her in your mind till the end of time.
