Page 6 of Choose Me

“I am aware of that, Agent Buchanan. There’s an urgent matter that requires your attention.”

“Copy, sir.”

“The meeting is at 10. I’ll see you then.” Martinez hung up without waiting for my response.

Dick.

I was seething. I didn’t get many days off since returning to New York after what happened in Oregon; I was on thin ice. With the new threat towards Ava, I didn’t want to be away from her more than I had to. My blood boiled in my veins as I dressed, my stomach rumbling at the smell of coffee and bacon wafting from the kitchen. Ava was now dressed in one of my shirts, her hair messy and her eyes still sleepy. She handed me a cup of coffee and frowned when she saw me dressed.

“He called you in, didn’t he?” she said in a soft, raspy voice.

“Yes. Apparently, there’s an urgent situation.” I replied, taking a sip of coffee.

“Isn’t there always?” She pouted.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, pressing my lips against her neck. She tilted her head to the side, letting me kiss her skin.

“I’m sorry, baby. I really am.”

“Don’t be. This is just the consequence of you telling your asshole of a boss to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine to stay with me.” She turned to face me, and I gently pushed her against the counter.

“And I would do it all over again,” I told her, digging my fingers into her ass and pulling her towards me, and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Her smile grew as she shifted her weight, pushing her body against me. My heart started to race as she leaned down, capturing my lips in a heated kiss. Our tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths as she slowly ground her hips against mine.

My hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and dip as she pulled away, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, tracing my fingers down her arm.

She reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling my hard cock out of my jeans.

“Tease,” I hissed.

“Who’s teasing?” she asked, her eyes full of mischief as she kneeled and put her mouth over my cock, sliding her lips over my swollen flesh.

“God, a little more of that, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“Who said anything about being responsible,” she said, her voice husky as she put more of me in her mouth.

“Fuck, Ava.” I groaned in pleasure as she began to bob her head back and forth, her lips sucking hard, her tongue massaging the underside of my cock. My hands grasped her head, tangling in her hair. She moved her mouth on me even faster, and I felt her hands move between my legs, her fingers softly massaging my balls. I bit my lip, trembling with pleasure as her head shifted back and forth in a frenzied rhythm. Her lips were tight around me, sucking hard and devouring every inch of me. My hands twisted into her hair, and I pushed my hips forward, desperate to fill her warm mouth.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” I moaned, sweat began forming on my brow, and my grip tightened on her hair. “Ah, stop baby…stop,” I warned her. “I’m going to come.”

“Mmhmm.” She murmured, sucking me faster and harder. My mouth opened, and I leaned my head back, gasping as I came long and hard, my hands grabbing her hair as my hips jerked. I couldn’t stop the loud groan that escaped my mouth as she took all of my come in her mouth, swallowing every last drop.

“Come here,” I said, standing her up and pulling her body flush against mine.

I slid my hands down the curve of her hips and over the swell of her belly. Her skin felt like velvet beneath my fingertips. I leaned in close, pressing my lips against her stomach, as I moved my hand between her legs, my fingers sliding through the slick heat of her. Her eyes were dark, and her cheeks flushed. I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around my waist as I positioned myself between her legs, prepared to reward her for the care she just gave me. I moved my hand from between her legs to her perfect, round tits, squeezing them gently as she arched her back in response. Her lips parted as she let out a small gasp, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. I started to lift my shirt over her head so I could put my mouth on every inch of her skin when the sound of the door unlocking jolted us both out of our trance.

“Shit, I forgot Everett is coming by this morning with his stuff.” I cursed out loud as I yanked my pants back up, frantically zipping them.

“He has a key?” Ava shrieked in a hushed whisper as she struggled to pull her shirt back down over her belly.

It was too late—before we knew it, Everett stood in the doorway of the kitchen with his belongings. He surveyed us with a look of smug amusement, taking in Ava’s flushed face and swollen lips, unable to mask his delight at our compromising predicament.

“Hey guys, I brought my things, but it looks like I interrupted something.” He chuckled darkly, eyes still trained on the both of us as he did an obvious and exaggerated head-to-toe assessment of Ava’s half-naked appearance. His gaze seemed to linger on Ava’s exposed skin longer than necessary.

Ava was busy pushing down her hair and cleared her throat, “Oh hi, Everett. Are you hungry?”

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