Page 18 of Yes, Love

“Yes, love.” I laughed and freed myself from my jeans. This girl ached for me, and yes, she’d had a bit to drink, but that only made people more honest now, didn’t it? “Do you want me, Ava?” I asked as I slid her knickers down her legs.

Mmm. Lovely.

I ran my fingers down her centre, and her whole body trembled. “God, yes!” She closed her eyes. “I want you. I want you. I want you!”

I tugged my shirt off over my head and collapsed against her body. “Are you attracted to me, Ava?” I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I was enjoying her drunken honesty.

“Mmm…” Ava licked her cherry red lips. “You’re hot as hell, Dominic. I thought that the second I saw you.” She did her darling little giggle again. “You make me such a thirsty bitch, and it makes me angry.” Ava gripped my arse and dug her nails into my skin.

I closed my eyes and groaned into her neck. Bloody hell, I liked that. Long, painted fingernails digging into my skin during sex was like my kryptonite.

“Dominic,” she panted as I pressed my cock into the warm, smooth skin on her thigh. “Fuck me.”

Time to give her what she wanted. She’d already told me about her IUD and lack of recent sexual partners while we were drinking, so I slid into her without a second more of teasing. She was a fucking perfect fit, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around me just the way I liked. “Mmm, good little bird,” I mumbled and started to thrust. Her hands roamed my body, and those gorgeous nails raked against my skin at all the right moments. I was ready to fall over the edge into bliss, but I knew better than to come before Queen Ava. I forced myself to pull back and pleasure her with my fingers until her back arched and her pretty red lips formed a perfect “O.”

Her moans were fucking brilliant. “Ava, you’re smokin’, you know that?” I pulled my fingers from her, and her eyes popped open, wild and brimming with desire.

She sat up and climbed on top of me before I had a moment to respond. I loved it when women took control in the bedroom. How the hell did Ava know everything I liked? She lowered herself on my cock and gazed into my eyes as she rolled her hips. She cupped her own breasts and bit her lip, driving me even further into madness. This was far too much like the dream I’d had about her.

As I hit my release, she leaned down and kissed me, her breasts pressing into my chest. “Fucking hell, Ava.” I groaned and let myself spill inside her.

“Good, right?” Ava laughed and collapsed next to me against the pillows. “Why did we wait so long to do that?”

“Don’t know. Fools.”

Ava stretched out her gorgeous, naked body and then curled up at my side. “Or because you hated me.”

“I didn’t hate you.”

“I just wasn’t Lucy, and it made you angry.”

Spot on.

When I didn’t speak, she continued, “Don’t worry. I know it’s still her. This doesn’t mean anything. It was just two hot, horny people that needed sex.” She rolled over onto her stomach. “I’m so tired now. You can sleep off your buzz before you drive home. You can stay in here or go to any of the guest rooms if you’re tired of me.”

I watched her eyes slowly flutter and felt a pang of guilt. I’d been unfair to her from the beginning and made her feel like I couldn’t stand her, but she was exactly right— I was just angry that she wasn’t Lucy. “I’m not tired of you, Ava.”

Right before Ava fell asleep, she looped her fingers through mine and gave me a sleepy smile. “I like the way you say my name.”

I returned her smile. “How’s that?”

Her smile grew. “You put like this little tiny soft ‘R’ at the end.”

I laughed now. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do. It’s not like Aver. It’s way more subtle, but it’s so sexy, and it gives me chills every time.”

I gave her chills? And we didn’t hate each other? What were we then, and could we do this again, and then five more times?

Ten

Ava

When I woke up the next morning, Dominic was no longer in my bed, as expected. My head felt like it was filled with cement—too much alcohol, not enough water. I sat up and glanced down at my makeup-smeared pillow. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach when I realized that I’d not only slept in my makeup, but I’d also forgotten to do my thirty-minute skincare routine last night.

My skin was going to be pissed! I hurried to the bathroom and frantically began scrubbing at my face, forgetting to be disappointed by Dominic’s absence.

Once my skin was clean, I slathered it with a repairing mud mask and cursed under my breath for not taking better care of my money maker. I was acne-prone, always had been. How stupid could I be? I couldn’t afford a breakout right before my big Tarte promotion! Their concealer was garbage, which was why they needed someone with crystal clear skin to promote it.

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