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“Yes, I can.”
“Your current perks aren’t enough?”
Actually, no, they’re not. The perks should be constant, and until they are, I’ll never feel quite complete or content. “I’ll take everything you’re willing to give, Ava,” I say seriously, and she withdraws slightly. How much is she willing to give?
She doesn’t answer, and the rest of the journey is quiet until we pull off Piccadilly.
“Pull up around the corner,” she instructs, probably thinking she was lucky the day I literally picked her up and carried her out of the office. Has anyone asked her about that?
I zip into a space and turn in my seat to face her, taking her knee again. She’s instantly stiff. I’m not so soft myself. “What time’s your lunch?”
“One,” she says, a little high-pitched as I tilt my head, moving my touch up her leg. She leans back in the seat.
“I’ll be here at one then,” I whisper, stroking my way to between her thighs.
“Right here?”
“Yes, right here.”
“Jesse, stop,” she begs. Stop? Why ever would I do such a stupid thing?
“I can’t keep my hands off you, and you’re not going to stop me, are you?”
I move in and pull her lips to my mouth, humming as I work her over her trousers, getting a balance of pressure and friction just right, building her slowly, feeling her shift in her seat, her lips getting harder on mine.
“Let it go, Ava,” I order, increasing my strokes, nibbling her lip. “I want you in that office thinking of what I can do to you.”
She releases a suppressed yelp, her body going lax, and I kiss her through her orgasm, slowing my rubs.
“Better?” My mouth works from one side of her flushed face to the other, dotting kisses on my way.
“I can work in peace.”
“Well.” I chuckle. “I’m going home to think of you and sort this out.” My cock’s standing to attention. I can’t run with this. She leans across the car and drops a light kiss on my lips, a cheeky smile forming. I raise my eyebrows. Don’t tell me she’s going to offer?
“I could do that for you.” Her hand is in my shorts before I can blink and, naturally, I’m fucking delighted.
“Oh, fuck, Ava.” My torso folds as she wraps her hand around me, and my head loses all strength, falling back. “That feels so good.” She works me perfectly, slowly, not seeming in such a rush all of a sudden. And I am here for it. I close my eyes and savor the feel of her warm palm pumping me, my groans constant, my veins hot. Yes.Oh yes.Blood surges into my dick, my hand shooting out to grab the door. Then the steering wheel.
Fucking hell.My legs extend, trying to straighten in the confines of my car. I’m getting hotter. Stiffer. Harder.
And then I feel a dash of contact from her slippery tongue, and I curse, my arse leaving the seat, my knuckles white around the steering wheel. My eyes spring open, finding her head in my lap. “Oh Jesus,” I breathe, watching her start to bob up and down.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all the way.” She pauses a beat, then moves again. “Keep going, just like that.” My hand falls into her hair and guides her, my skin starting to tingle. Fuck me, that mouth was made for me in every way. To give me sass. To kiss me. To smile at me. For my dick to fuck.
But very quickly, my dick is suddenly cold, and my hand naturally falls over it to protect it. I open my eyes. She’s grinning, swiping the back of her hand across her face. I don’t like that grin. It’s crafty.
“I’d love to,” she purrs, and I slowly grasp what is about to happen, “but you’ve already made me late for work.” She moves fast, and lost in shock for a few seconds, all I can do is watch her escape.
“What the fuck? Ava!” I dive across the car, just missing her wrist. “Fucking hell.” I quickly tuck myself away and jump out, astounded, pissed off, shocked. I have to commend her on her bravery, though. “Jesus,” I groan, wincing. She’s made it to the other side of the road by the time I’ve straightened my crossed eyes, and she looks all too pleased with herself. I can’t help but let her have this win. Just look at her delight.
“How old are you, Jesse?” she calls, backing away.
Good question. How old am I, because I feel like a lovesick teenager right now. “Thirty,” I yell around my smile, and she shakes her head but doesn’t argue. I’m not foolish enough to think if I promise her my real age, she’ll finish what she started. “That wasn’t very nice, you little temptress.” I’m already planning my revenge. But I’m also smiling, because my girl just felt relaxed enough to have some fun, and I can’t say I’m sorry I’m the victim of that fun.
She blows me a kiss and performs an elaborate curtsy, then dances off. I just manage to snap a picture of her before she disappears around the corner, and I look down at the screen she’s filling. “And this was the day you blew me to distraction,” I murmur, tucking my phone in my pocket. I rest my arse on the bonnet of my car, folding my arms over my chest. “Oh, Miss O’Shea, you’re walking on dangerous ground,” I say quietly, though she’ll never comprehend just how dangerous.
I glance across the street, seeing a bakery opening up. I smile to myself, heading over, and I find the biggest éclair there is. I scribble a note while they box it up. “Would you deliver this to the Rococo Union Office around the corner sometime this morning?” I ask, putting down a twenty. “Keep the change.” I dazzle the server with a wicked smile and she slowly pulls the note toward her.
