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Here we go. “Two days since what?” I can see what needs to happen here. I should have suggested this when she was sky-high on pleasure in the gym.Idiot. Haven’t I learned? But...I can save this. I move, getting myself into position, smiling on the inside when she comprehends what’s about to go down.Yes, baby, I’m about to get my way.I retreat, my eyes narrowing, and thrust forward purposefully. “I want this every morning and every night.” My smile isn’t containable, not when she’s fighting with everything she has not to succumb to the insanity. “And maybe a bit in between,” I murmur, grinding and driving deep. She wants that too. God damn her, why does she have to make hard work of every step in our relationship?
Her sparkling eyes try to narrow. And fail. It’s an added bonus that she always fails to hide her desire for me. “You only want me for my body.”
“You don’t want this?” I plunge deeper, firmer, with more purpose, and she squirms, groaning, fighting the onslaught of pleasure.
“You don’t play fair, Mr. Ward.”
She loves how I play, so perhaps that’s why she makes every step in our relationship hard work. Because she wants this. “Say yes,” I demand, at the same time hammering into her fiercely. “Have I got to fuck some sense into you, Ava?” Because I absolutely will, and she’ll love that too. There’s only one outcome here. I know it. She knows it. Our bodies know it. But if she wants to extend the process, I’m game. Always game.
“No,” she yells, breaking eye contact and grabbing the headboard, her mouth saying one thing, her body saying something else entirely. And she thinks avoiding my eyes might help? I take her nape and manipulate her head up, my lips twisting a little, dealing with the pain.
“Say it,” I grate, pounding forward.
“No.”
My God, she’s really asking for it. And I’ll relish every smash and drive until she backs down. I take in air, knowing I’m going to need it, and let loose, indulging in her defiance. It won’t be the last time. “Fucking hell, say it, Ava!”
“No.”
“Ava.” My hips piston, my body instantly dripping, and she screams over and over, every high-pitched yell fueling me, along with the tightening of her muscles around my dick. It’s coming. Her submissionandher orgasm. I drop my mouth to hers and give her a kiss to match my frantic pace. “You like that?”
“Yes!” She moans, screams, moans and screams.
“You want this every day?”
“Yes!”
God, yes.She can keep putting her spanners in my works if that’s how she wants to play it. I’ll never get tired of removing them. “Say it then,” I order, gripping her hair hard, plunging and retreating on constant yells.
“Yes,” she screams, the sound piercing, and I grin on the inside, finally letting my body’s demand for yet another release take me as Ava literally bursts. And it’s not only her body that loses all control, but her fucking mouth. “Yes, yes, fucking hell, yes!”
I’m out of my mind, unable to see straight, but I can still fucking hear. “Watch your fucking mouth,” I bark, punching the mattress, trying to gain some stability.Fuck.The pain. I clench my teeth and ride it, focusing on the end game, hissing with each breath I take, and though I’m expecting it, as ever, I’m far from ready. I sink into her, holding myself deep while holding my breath, and I’m gone, taken out by the pleasure, my moan long and strangled.Crazy. My limp head drops and hangs, beads of sweat trickling from every pore. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I wheeze, still dizzy, tingling everywhere.
“I was under the influence.” She’s breathless, and I smile. Drunk on me. That’s what she means. I kiss her softly and fall to my back, bringing Ava with me. “I can’t be with you every second of the day,” she says quietly, sounding a little worried.
“I know you can’t,” I breathe, semi accepting of that. “I wish you could.”
“I have a job, a life.”
And there’s the problem. Dependence. Or in Ava’s case,independence. “I want to be your life.” I’m unable to keep the dejection from my tone.
“You are,” she says, but she’s wrong. She has a career. Friends. Family. A thirst for self-sufficiency, whereas I only have a thirst for her. I look down at the back of her head as she strokes over my chest delicately. I feel like I’m asking to have my cake and eat it. Everything Ava is, how she’s wired, is why I fell for her so hard and fast. It’s not fair for me to expect her to change that to appease me, I know that. So I must try my fucking hardest to give her what she wants and at the same time feedmyneed. Compromise. I can do that. But can she?
I chew on my lip thoughtfully, resting my head back, feeling her everywhere as her breathing becomes shallow and her body heavier on my chest. There’s no question; if old ghosts weren’t loitering on the peripheral on our existence, I might feel more confident that she truly means it when she says she’ll never leave me. So until they all fuck off, I’m just going to have to suck up the anxiety, hide it, keep Ava away from my past, and make sure she sees nothing but strength and stability in me.
Piece of cake.
10
I sleep like a brick.There’s no point asking myself why. The answer is still in my arms come dawn, snuggled as deep as she can get, breathing lightly. I sigh, contented, and squeeze her closer. I could gently turn her over. Wake her up in the best possible way.
But I need to kick mypiece of cakeplan into action. So, and it fucking hurts, I carefully start peeling her body from mine, so tense, my dick protesting. But needs must...
Leaving Ava splayed on our bed, I find some boxers, yank them on, grab some cash and my phone, and hurry down the stairs and out of our penthouse. When I make it to the lobby, Clive is on the phone. He trips up over his words when he spots me exiting the elevator in my boxers, his old eyes wide and shocked. I put myself in front of his desk, a big, fat, cheesy grin on my face. Clive and I haven’t exactly seen eye to eye since we met. I need to change that.
“Yes, sir,” he says down the line. “Well, that’s definitely doable, sir.” He picks up a pen and pulls a pad toward him. “I’m ready to take the details, sir.”
My shoulders drop. Can’t he see I’m working against the clock here? I start drumming my fingers on the marble desk, my eyes on his writing hand, willing him to hurry the fuck up.
