Page 65 of Reckless Encounters

“I’m finishing my lunch. I’ll be out to get you in a few,” I shout.

“Okay,” he says, but I don’t give a fuck if it's okay or not.

I go back to her cunt, pressing my tongue onto her swollen nub, my nose wet from her juices. She swivels her hips in the same motion my tongue moves against her, creating the perfect friction she needs to come.

Ava feels her orgasm approaching and attempts to cover her mouth. Moving my thumb to apply the same pressure as my tongue, I reach for her elbow, pulling it away with my other hand, “Let him hear what he will never fucking have,” I say, my breath blowing over her pussy before I start licking again. My thumb and tongue move in tandem until she falls completely over the edge. And that she does. So fucking hard and beautiful, like always.

Her torso collapses onto my desk, and I place a kiss on her ass cheek. “You are perfect, Angel.”

Tugging her dress back down over her hips, I help Ava stand on shaky legs, running my fingers through her hair. I want him to know what just happened in this room, but I know it would embarrass her, which is the only reason I help her look less freshly fucked.

“What about my panties?” she asks, reaching for where a sliver of the lace peeks out of my pocket. I wave my index finger at her. “Nope, these are mine now. Since you are done for the day, you don’t need them anyways.”

She laughs lightly, giving me a playful smack on the chest.

I want to pack up and leave with her, but I have things I need to handle here at the office. One of them just interrupted my favorite meal.

I kiss her on the top of her head, apparently a new habit of mine. Her hand goes to my belt loop, and she whispers, “I promise to take care of you later, Sir.”

Fucking hell. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder. “I’ll see you at home,” I say, walking her out before I fuck her right against this door for him to hear.

Ava acknowledges Logan quickly, and he watches her strut toward the elevator. I take a minute to get myself together, let him stare, because I know he’ll never have her.

I address Tasha first. “So you have an issue with Ava coming up here when she isn’t on my calendar, but you allow Logan to attempt to interrupt my meeting with her when you know he isn’t scheduled for another thirty minutes?”

She looks to Logan with a grimace before answering me. “I told him you were in there with Miss Pierce, but he insisted.”

“I’m sure he did,” I say, leveling Logan with my gaze.

I head back into my office without a word, and after a few moments, he walks through the open door speaking before I even have a chance to sit down. “I knew you wanted her from the minute you walked into the bar that night after we hired her.”

“First off, we didn’t hire her. I did,” I say, pointing to my chest.

“And you are wrong. I wanted her long before then. But I stood back and let you have your chance with her. You are the one who fucked that up all by yourself.”

Logan’s quiet, pondering how to respond to what we both know is the truth.

A huge part of me wants to tell him he never stood a chance with Ava. There’s no way he could please her the way I can, but contrary to what most think, I’m not that much of an asshole. Even if it's facts. Period.

“And since I hear you like Tasha so much, I’m sending her with you on this new project in Jersey.”

“What?” Fear flashes in his eyes. He doesn’t want to date Tasha; he just wants to get his dick wet, and he knows them working this closely won’t allow him to lie and blow her off so easily.

“Yup, it appears I don’t need her services as my assistant anymore, and you will need some extra hands down in Jersey.”

“This is bullshit and all because of Ava.”

“I’d shut your mouth. I don’t care who your grandfather is; I would tread lightly with me, Logan. Jersey is a good opportunity for you, so take what you get.”

Logan doesn’t say anything else, and I excuse him so I can finish up my work for the day.

I type up a formal email, letting Tasha and HR know of her future assignment. When I press send, Ava is my first thought because, somehow, I know she will be happy with this decision.

A text comes through from her. The thrill seeing her name causes me should be highly concerning, but the image on my screen has me completely ignoring that thought.

Her in my bathtub, bubbles to the brim. The suds hiding most of her breasts, showcasing enough to tease me. Her beautiful face with that mischievous, bratty grin has my cock hardening against my slacks.

Brat

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