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“I’m sure,” I tell Grayson, leaning over the breakfast bar.
Ava turns toward me with a soft grin on her face as I take in the chocolate spread and the peanut butter jars.
“Hey,” she mouths, opening the oven and sliding the skillet in before she grabs another jar and comes to lean over the counter in front of me so that we’re face-to-face. Removing her glasses, she drops them on the counter between us.
“All right, I’ll send the paperwork over.” Grayson blows out a long breath while I watch Ava sweep her little finger into the jar and suck the fluff clean off it.
She knows what she’s doing with her lusty smirk and gleaming eyes.
“This doesn’t get out. Understood?”
“Yup.” He hangs up and I drop my phone on the counter between Ava and me.
“Sounds ominous.” Her remark is throaty and all kinds of sultry. It’s got a real fuck-me edge to it that with her finger licking, it’s got my dick bulging in my pants.
“Business always is.”
“Because you’re underhanded and you do what it takes to get your way.” Coming closer, her nose touches mine, and when she licks her lips, the tip of her tongue skims the seam of my mouth.
“What’s the point of going into something if I’m not prepared to do what it takes to get what I want out of it?”
“So competitive, Mr. Coldwell.” Teasing, she sweeps a fluff-covered finger over my lips.
I resist the urge to lick it off, rounding the breakfast bar to stand in front of her. I notice she’s still wearing her heels. Her long sleeves are rolled all the way up to her elbows with her bangles pushed as far up as they’ll go too.
Rocking up onto her toes with her finger in her mouth, she presses her body to mine. Her breath shallows and her eyes widen, and when her hips touch mine, an almost silent groan vibrates from her lips as she licks mine clean.
“It’s not a competition if I always win.”
A low laugh bubbles up her throat as she steps away and turns the oven off. Before she has a chance to get away, I pull her back to me.
“What are you making?”
“Dinner.” She shrugs.
“Doesn’t smell like dinner.”
“We’re celebrating, right? We can have fluffernutters for dinner. They’re my favorite.”
Her fingers trail my lips, and when I suck one into my mouth, she practically disintegrates in my arms.
“You’re going to ruin dinner, boss man.” Not that she gives an actual fuck about it with the way she’s grinding her groin onto my throbbing erection.
“I’m going to ruin your cunt.”
Her cheeks flush, but in complete contrast her hands scramble to unbutton my shirt. She manages the first couple of buttons, but when my hand slips beneath her skirt and my fingers fill her hot pussy, she yanks the last two.
Her body writhes on my hand with the most beautiful moans. I can’t rein myself in as I pull out of her clenching cunt and grasp her throat. Pulling at her shirt with my other hand while I walk us to the couch.
Her hands hold tight to my wrist until I drop her on the back of the seat. Her face is flushed a dark crimson from my hold, her chest mottled with need and her perfect tits practically bursting from her bra.
Fuck.
“Take it all off,” I demand, trying to control my breath-robbed voice.
Ava does as she’s told without getting up. Her shirt, skirt, and bra pile on the floor. When it comes to her panties, she slips them down her thighs to her knees, letting them fall to her ankles, over those fucking shoes I haven’t stopped thinking about all day.
“Leave them.” Her hands rest on her thighs as she squirms on the black leather. “What are you waiting for?” She looks at me confused. “Undress me.”
