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Rubbing my face in frustration, I jerk and distract myself by paying attention to Ava. She’s stretching, first her legs and then her arms. Every now and then, she sneaks a glance at me and flushes every time she sees my eyes plastered on her ass. Clasping her head, she stretches it to the side, causing her neck to arch and I have to avert my gaze. Fuck, she’s wearing me down and I’m not completely sure she’s not doing this on purpose. I felt like an asshole when I spanked her but she took me off guard and I reacted on impulse. She enjoyed the sting though, she enjoys anything with a bit of an edge.
“Do you think you can keep up with me?” Ava asks and her ponytail swishes back and forth when she starts jogging in place. “I wouldn’t want to leave you behind.”
“As long as you keep a snail’s pace, I should be good.”
A grin crosses her face. “Snail pace it is...,” she yelps, taking off in a racing speed. My pulse skips a couple of beats before I take after her and she lets out a couple of quick laughs. I get the impulse to snatch her and roll her over before getting on top of her but she’s free like this. And she’s not as fast as she thinks she is but I pretend to be unable to keep up with her.
Whenever she glances at me over her shoulder, I feel my heart pounce in my chest. I could get high just by looking at that girl’s face. People take all kinds of drugs just to feel but I feel a wide-range of emotions just by being close to her. The scent of her perfume is enough to make me feel intoxicated.
Focused solely on her, I react one second later when a man suddenly jumps out from behind a tree.
“Avalon...,” he barks, and she stumbles, letting out a shrilling scream in surprise but I’ve already grabbed a hand around his throat and shoved him down on the ground. “Ouch, shit!” he cries in alarm. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Was it you?” I growl and I feel enough fury to separate his head from his neck with my bare hands. “Was it you who left the note with the target’s name on? Answer me!”
“What note!” he yells and his small glasses have fallen down his nose and beads of sweat moisten his curly hair. I’m about to go in with the big guns when Ava stops me. She tugs at my arms and she has gone white in the face.
“Harm, let go of him. That’s my agent, Nicky. He’s not going to hurt me.”
I’m not so sure. “He creeped up on you,” I grit, “ambushed you out of nowhere.”
“I just want to talk,” Nicky chokes, “but if this isn’t the time...” His eyes are round with fear and he’s not carrying any weapons. And he’s too thin to be able to do any damage without them. With a foul curse, I let go of him and rise without helping him up. Ava cowers behind me, hiding her face against my back as if she’s embarrassed by the whole thing but better safe than sorry.
Nicky brushes debris off his cashmere sweater before gasping, “You got yourself a bodyguard...thought you were obsessed with living a boring “normal” life these days?”
Ava hums in response, dragging her fingers through her hair. “He’s not really a bodyguard. Look..., Nicky I’m not in the mood to talk about my non-existent career right now, but I’ll call you up later in the week?”
“Mmmkay...,” Nicky replies, looking me up and down and I narrow my eyes at him. He takes a jumpy step back, holding his hands up. “I’m outtie, I’m outtie.” He tilts his head, holding his fingers up to his ears. “Avalon, I’m looking forward to that phone call...”
I growl just when Ava groans and Nicky takes the hint and hurries to leave. “What a clown,” I curse. “How do you stand that fucker?”
She shrugs. “Mostly I just put up with him because he refuses to go away.” Her voice softens. “I appreciate that you listened to me when I told you to let him go.”
“I’m still keeping an eye on him. I don’t trust that guy as far as I can throw him.”
“It’s not him,” Ava murmurs, “trust me if you don’t trust him.” Her eyes lower and she slides a hand down my arm. “I still can’t get over how fast you pushed him to the ground.”
I cup the back of her neck and quirk a brow. “Impressed?”
“And overwhelmed...,” she breathes, trailing off and squealing when I push her up against a tree, arms up against the trunk and ass spread in front of me. I hook my hands into her leggings, yanking them down before wrapping the string of her thong around my finger, then pull it down. When I let go, it snaps right against her seam and she cries out, stealing an offended glance over her shoulder.
“Don’t look at me, I won’t help you,” I grunt, turning her head around again before going down to my knees and pressing my face against the little firestorm building up between her legs. I may overwhelm her but her pussy overwhelms me and I submerge my tongue into her body. She suppresses a scream, pushing out with her hips but stops when she meets the resistance of my mouth. I’m so absorbed by her that her running shoes lose contact with the ground, while I’m lost in the warmth of her, her drug sliding generously down my throat, past the sides of my mouth.
Moaning, she starts convulsing and I take the opportunity to rise and plunge into her slickness. She lets out a sharp sigh. I pump in a furious rhythm, gritting my teeth and she turns her head to the side, resting against the trunk and her eyes go hooded. Her ass is up in the air, chasing my thrusts and she whimpers in defeat when she’s unable to meet them.
“How does that heart of yours feel when I do this to your pussy?” I groan.
“Like it’s not mine...,” she pants.
“That’s right,” I rasp, twisting her hair around my fist. “Because it’s mine.” Shooting my hips up, I hit deep and she wails, her polished nails raking down the tree. “Who controls your little cunt?”
“You do!”
“And who controls you?”
“Ahhh..., you do, Harm!” she cries and sounds as if she’s breaking. “You control me!”
“And don’t you ever forget it,” I whisper in her ear before yanking her face to me, and slanting my lips over hers.
