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I find the will to pull free from my hiding place and throw a dirty look at her. “No.” Why would I do that? I want her to know that I think about her every second of the day. And, terribly, the flowers, the texts, the calls, the gifts, are my way of making sure too much time doesn’t pass without her thinking about me. “Have a bath with me.”
“I’d love to.”
No counter. No resistance. No cheek. Good. I haven’t the energy to fight her. Breaking away from her amazing warmth, I give her a little kiss. Only brief, only chaste, or we’ll never make it to the bath, and I’m craving more of this closeness. Except naked. And wet. “You stay here,” I order gently, and one corner of her mouth lifts. She likes this. Me looking after her, me taking the lead, she likes it. “I’ll sort the bath.” I get off the bed and shrug out of my jacket as I head for the bathroom, groaning at the size of the tub she had put in here. That’s going to delay our soak considerably. I look over my shoulder and smile, reaching up and taking the knot of my tie, tugging it as I reverse my steps, conjuring up my plan to fill the time. It doesn’t take long. Every second is quickly mapped out in my mind, and it is magnificent.
I find Ava sprawled on her back, still and relaxed, but the second she clocks me by the door, she visibly tenses and she’s far from still, her chest rising and falling quickly as she studies me. I drop my tie on the chaise and move on to my shirt, unfastening each button slowly, relishing the longing in her eyes as she watches. I lose my shoes and socks, and as I straighten, I smile on the inside. “Enjoying the view?”
She blinks, coming back into the room. “Always.”
“Always,” I whisper. “Come here.” I jerk my head a little, and she edges to the side of the bed, kicking off her shoes. “Leave the dress.” I’ll enjoy peeling it off but, honestly, I don’t know how I feel about her wearing such figure-hugging outfits to work. You can see every perfect curve of her body, not leaving much to the imagination.
When she makes it to me, her eyes are swimming with love, lust, and hunger. “Turn around,” I murmur, my skin burning, my heart thrashing. She takes her time, working us both up more, and the second I place my hands on her shoulders, she jolts. Yes. Contact. “I really like this dress.” I drag my palms to her neck and move her hair over her shoulder, revealing the zipper. In no rush at all, loving the signs of her struggle, I pull it down, her head tilting constantly. Her shoulders high. Her breathing loud. I just can’t help but make her struggle more, licking up her spine to her nape. “I love your back,” I mumble against her flesh, feeling her shoulders roll. I move in close to her ear. “You have the softest skin.” The warmest. The smoothest. She goes heavy against me, leaning back, seeking solace in my neck. I turn my head and catch her mouth, our tongues finding each other’s immediately, dancing slowly, as I remove her dress. “Lace?” I ask, pulling back. She nods, and I thank her with another kiss, gentle and slow, my hands moving to her boobs and massaging them over the delicate fabric, my dick pulsing, preparing. “See what you do to me?” I push into her lower back, throbbing against her. Her eyes sparkle madly, and my heart clatters wildly. “I’ll die loving you, Ava,” I whisper hoarsely, my thoughts falling out of my mouth, my mind lost to her, to this, to us. I roughly pull the cups of her bra out of my way and tickle her nipples with a light brush of my hands. Her lips part, her chest expands, her eyes beg me. “You and me.” My hand falls down her front to her knickers, her arse pushing into my groin before rolling forward into my touch.
“Do I turn you on, Ava?” I ask, my eyes lasers on her profile, watching as she bites her lip, puffs out air, constantly clenches her eyes closed.
“You know you do.” Her acceptance is like an injection of energy into my dick. I need to move this along before I come in my trousers.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I order, and she does, immediately. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
I take her knickers on each side and lick slowly behind her ear. “Only for me.”
She convulses. “Only for you.” This craving in her. This need. This undeniable desperation to have me all over her, worshipping her, making her lose her mind. I smile and yank at her knickers, ripping them clean off, and drop them before placing a hand lightly on her hip.
“What shall I do with this, Ava?” I ask. “Show me.”
Her hand appears, and she takes mine, panting, and directs it to her inside thigh, guiding it up, up, up. I inhale when my palm meets the heat between her legs, slipping easily across her flesh. Her groan is loud and broken, her arse flying back to escape the torture of my touch, and her head turns into me, searching for some mouth action.
I give her contact, but not a kiss, just brushing my mouth over hers as she directs my hand over her pussy, biting my lip as she does, her body rigid. “Don’t come,” I order, and she stops dead in her tracks, pulling my touch away. Fuck, that’s hot. Her submission. Her obedience. I lick her condition from my hand and find the clasp of her bra, unfastening it and turning her around. The look in her eyes could put me on my arse. I’ve never seen so much passion in a stare, so much love and adoration. The fact that it’s coming from this woman and is directed at me is almost too much for my dark soul to cope with. “Promise me you’ll never leave me,” I order, my stupid fucking mouth running away from me again. But she’s doing everything I’m asking of her right now. I’ll push boundaries, milk it for everything I can.
“I’ll never leave you,” she assures me, looking slightly bewildered.
“Promise me,” I grate through a tense jaw.
“I promise.” There’s no delay. No questioning. It’s as if she knows it’s what I need to hear. But does she truly mean it?
Claiming my wrists in turn, she unbuttons the cuffs and pushes my shirt away from my body. All I can do is watch her undress me, useless for a moment, awestruck. She rids me of my trousers, making a meal of feeling at my arse, and the second my dick is free, it juts out proudly. Ava inhales, staring, her hands roaming the planes of my chest. She’s having a wonderful time admiring me, feeling me. I, on the other hand, am fast losing my mind.
“I can’t wait anymore.” I kick my trousers away urgently. “I need to be inside you.” How I thought I could bathe with her before making love to her, I don’t know. I must have momentarily lost my fucking mind. I seize her, haul her up to my body, and very nearly fall over when my dick skims the fire between her thighs.Fucking hell.She inhales sharply, and I find the nearest wall and thrust her up against it, my cock finding exactly where it needs to be. But I don’t push into her, needing to gather myself and prepare for the relief about to find me. I might be a while. My legs feel unstable, my head is spinning. But before I’m given even a second to compose myself, Ava moves, and I’m inside her. Every inch of me wrapped in the soft walls of her pussy. I choke, tensing everywhere.
“Oh, you fucking kill me.” I buck and pulse, my teeth grating. Jesus, this is unbearable and incredible. “Are you holding on to me?” I ask, her hands in my hair doing nothing to help me calm my greedy need. I find the will to slide free, leveling serious eyes on her.
“Yes.” Everything tightens against me, her muscles, her hold. And her eyes darken. She knows what’s coming.
I wedge each palm into the wall behind her—my right with care—and pull out slowly, her chest inflating as I do, taking in air, bracing herself. And I flex my hips, driving forward carefully, gaining momentum, working us up, getting ready for the attack. She moans, I growl, over and over, my head pushing into hers, my drives gathering speed.
“Kiss me.”
She takes my mouth clumsily, her thighs locking tightly, her body lifting up the wall and dropping.
“Good God, woman,” I bark. “What the hell do you do to me?” My hips are out of control, and apparently that’s fine with Ava. “I’ve waited all day for this.” I kiss her. Thrust hard. Kiss her harder. “It’s been the longest fucking day of my life.”
She hums, accepting it all, willing it on, begging for it. “You feel so good.”
“I feel good?” If she could feel what I’m feeling, see what I’m seeing, taste what I’m tasting. “Fuck, Ava, you do serious things to me.”
She screams my name, grappling at my back.
