Page 43 of Dangerously In Love

“Oh, Brandon?—”

The raspy timbre of her sex-soaked voice causes my cock to strain at the zipper of my pants. Ava is a walking fantasy, and I have the pleasure of witnessing her spread thighs and the feel of her drenched pussy against my fingertips.

I know she’s not a virgin, but the idea of any other man getting to see her in this state makes me want to rampage all over the city.

“Oh, too much,” she whimpers. I didn’t mean to take my jealousy out on her center. I sink another finger inside her as an absolution.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you,” I say as I begin twirling my thumb along her clit. I keep fucking Ava with my hand, increasing the tempo aware at any minute Maxwell is bound to surpass the city traffic and make his way to Ava’s apartment.

Ava’s sex begins tightening around my fingers. I know she’s close.

“Brandon—” She sighs my name as I dive deeper inside her.

“I know, Ava.” I’m going to put her out of this sweet misery in a few moments. “Sit up for me.”

Ava complies, and I reach around with my free hand and bring her mouth to mine, ravishing her mouth and never breaking pace with my fingers inside her.

Ava begins sucking on my tongue, and with every lean into my lips, her sex bucks against my hands in tandem. This woman is a marvel, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to quit her.

Ava whimpers around my tongue, and my fingers buried inside her grow even wetter. Our kissing masks her coming apart at my undulations.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve witnessed this magnificent woman come, but my own satisfaction springs from knowing I’m the one who can make her body detonate with pleasure.

It makes hiding what we’re doing behind my best friend’s back completely worth it.

Ava pulls back to look at me but makes no move to get away from my hands and, truthfully, I’m in no rush for any loss of contact.

“You keep that up and I’ll become addicted,” she says, catching her breath.

“Same.”

Ava giggles at my answer and begins smoothing her skirt back down. I reluctantly remove my hand from under the sleek material, noticing my fingers glistening in the morning sunlight streaming from her living room windows.

I suck Ava’s wetness from my hand, watching her gaze narrowly at my actions.

“It’s your turn now,” Ava says, reaching towards me, but the knocking at her door startles us.

“You’ll make it up to me later,” I say. “Whilst I let Maxwell in, you want to fix—” I gesture to her mouth and chin. Her lipstick is everywhere but its intended place.

“Fine, but I will definitely be taking care of you later on,” she says, dropping her gaze to my lap before meeting my eyes again. Will I ever not be obsessed with Ava?

While Ava makes her way to the bathroom, I quickly wash my hands and let Maxwell in.

“So, now I finally get to see where you’ve been hiding way,” Maxwell says, entering the foyer of Ava’s apartment.

My gaze lingers on the area where Ava and I fucked last night. Soon we’ll have christened the entire apartment, and I won’t be able to focus anywhere as long as I’m here.

“Not exactly hiding. I am working,” I say.

“Right, like spending this much time with Ava is considered work for you.”

Before I have a chance to respond, we both turn at the sound of Ava’s heels clicking across the floor. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I see the direction Maxwell’s eyes rove toward Ava, giving her the once over. She looks incredible in a sweater and skirt. Of course, I have no reason to feel the way I do, but I can’t stand the idea of any man, particularly my employee, looking at Ava like that.

I clear my throat, getting Maxwell’s attention. “Shouldn’t you two get going?”

Maxwell looks between Ava and me and gives me a chagrined smile before responding. “Of course. I just couldn’t help admiring Ms. Wells’ beauty.”

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