by Brent, Amy
“Hey there, Logan.”
Hearing her voice sparked colors around me. I stood up and smiled at her, then greeted her with a warm hug. I wrapped my arms around her and bit back a groan when she did the same. We stood there for a little too long, reveling in the physical presence of one another before I finally released her.
“I’m really glad you came,” I said.
“I told you I would. I’m sorry I’m a few minutes late. There was an accident on 72nd, so I had to have the GPS reroute me.”
“It’s not a problem. I promise. Are you hungry? They have a wonderful selection of finger foods here.”
“Sure. I could use a bite to eat. I worked through lunch today.”
“Then order whatever you want,” I said.
She ordered a glass of wine along with the fruit plate, the meat and cheese plate, and hamburger sliders—a meal fit for the queen she was. I swirled my whiskey around in my glass as I sat back, admiring how beautiful she looked in the dim lighting of the bar. It was a small place, sweet and intimate and tucked away. It separated us from the riff-raff of Manhattan, wrapping us in our own little bubble to escape the world.
“You look beautiful, Ava.”
Her cheeks flushed as she picked up her glass of wine.
“You always look good, especially in those suits of yours,” she said.
“You a suit kind of girl?” I asked.
“A tailored suit kind of girl. There’s a big difference.”
“Don’t I know it! The first suit I bought practically hung off me. I looked like a rag doll.”
“It’s okay. Women struggle with their first dresses as well. Took me five tries before I found the style that worked best with my body.”
“I can’t imagine that anything could look terrible on you.”
“Then you didn’t see me in the polka-dotted, lace-ruffled, strapless dress I found.”
“Well, yikes.”
We shared a laugh before I watched her lips touch the rim of her glass.
“How was work for you this week?” I asked.
“You mean besides the fact that we’re being sued?”
“Yeah, besides that little tidbit,” I said, grinning.
“It’s been hectic. I’ve taken work home every night this week. Tonight’s no different. Had to drop off a stack of folders before I got ready to come meet you.”
“Sounds like we’re in for the same type of weekend then.”
“Do you take work home often?”
“More often than I wished. It’s not necessarily required, you know, since I own the place. But I have to set the standard for the work ethic in the office. If I’m not the hardest-working man, I don’t deserve to be the boss man.”
“Sounds fair enough,” she said.
“What kind of work did you bring home?”
“Some redesigns. This week we were presenting ideas to multiple companies about advertising and websites for rebranding purposes. I had about half my projects kicked back.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. That’s actually a good week. The rule in the advertising world is that if you get it right on the first try, then your client doesn't really know what they want.”
“Well, then congratulations on the kickback,” I said. I lifted my glass in the air and we toasted to her weekend full of work.
“What about you?” she asked.
“What about me?”
“What kind of work do you usually take home?”
“Not the kind I can freely talk about.”
“Don’t worry. I’m clad with NDAs as well. So, just generals, no specifics,” she said.
“I’m so happy you understand that.”
“Well, I do. So, there you go.”
“In that case, the work I bring home is usually research related. Once I do all the prep work for my cases, about sixty percent of my job is completed. Until then, it chisels away at my free time.”
“Makes sense. I do research for my jobs, but the bulk of my time is spent redesigning when I need to.”
“And it fits your field as well as the job you have.”
“Do you think there will come a day when you don’t take so much work home?” she asked.
My eyes connected with hers, and a warmth dropped over me. She was fully focused on me, which was something I hadn’t experienced with any woman in a long time. Our food was set in front of us, and I expected Ava to turn her eyes downward and begin eating, but she didn’t. Her gaze and attention stayed on me.
She was such a rare treasure, and I wasn’t ready to give her up.
“Yeah. There will come a day when I won’t at all, yes. At least not on the weekends. There isn’t much I can do about the weekdays, especially when cases are deemed urgent. But the weekends? Yes. I have a plan to reclaim them within the next year or so,” I said.
“That’s good. I’m not sure if I’ll ever reclaim mine, but I’ll figure it out along the way,” Ava said.
“I’m sure you will. I have no doubt about it.”
We began to pick at the food in silence, and I could tell something was on her mind. The second her eyes pulled away from me, her vision clouded. A thunderstorm hung over her head. It was as if I had been a distraction from her mind, and the second I was out of her vision, reality bombarded her.
“Ava?”
“Hmm?” she asked.
“Are you all right?”
She chewed slowly before she swallowed and nodded her head.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
“You don’t look okay,” I said.
“Are you telling me I’m ugly?” she asked playfully.
“Never in a million years could I ever think that about you.” I could tell my words had disarmed her, and in a flash tears rose in her eyes. “What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing. It’s silly.”
“It’s never silly if it’s bringing on such strong emotions. What’s going on?”
I reached out for her hand, and she slipped her fingers against my palm.
“Your words are really kind,” she said.
“Well, that’s not what’s bothering you.”
“It’s nothing. I swear.”
“Ava, talk to me.”
“I don’t really want to talk about it. It’s just—I look at you and I think about Camilla and a conversation I had with her.”
“So you’ve talked to her.”
“Yeah.”
“How did that go?”
Ava’s face fell, and she hooked her eyes on mine while her tears slowly dried.
“That good, huh?” I asked, grinning.
“Let’s just say she’s not the person I thought she was—at all.”
I furrowed my brow at her statement before she squeezed my hand and pulled away.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“She’s just not who I thought she was.”
“How so?”
“You know how you paint someone in one light, and then it turns out you painted them in that light because it was a light you cast? Not a light they cast?” she asked.
“What did she say to you, Ava?”
“I don’t want to talk about her right now. We’re having such a good time, and I enjoy being with you. It’s in the past. There isn’t anything we can do about it, and as time passes, it’ll pass as well,” she said.
“I want to be here for you. If there’s something bothering you, I want to help you through it.”
Her eyes welled with tears again, and it broke my heart.
“You’re such a good man,” she whispered.
“I try to be,” I said. But try as I might to get her to open up to me, she didn’t.
“Anyway, sorry. Um, what were we talking about?” Ava asked. She dabbed at her tears with her napkin, and I abandoned the tug-of-war.
“Anything and everything,” I said.
“Good. That’s a good topic. I like talking about us, about you,” she said.
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br /> “I like the sound of that. Are you still hungry? Would you like another glass of water?”
Her eyes fell to the empty plates in front of us, and she balked.
“I can’t believe we ate all that so fast.”
“I don’t want you leaving here hungry. No woman leaves hungry in my presence,” I said.
“You can’t just cook me something later?” she asked. Her eyes met mine, and the blood in my veins coursed faster. “Sorry. That was really forward of me.”
“No, it wasn’t. You stated something you wanted in a form that inquired about whether or not I want the same thing. It’s a very popular tactic in court,” I said.
“Oh. Well, okay then.”
“Want to know what my rebuttal is?”
Her eyes met mine as I pressed my forearms into the table.
“What is it?” she asked breathlessly.
“Why don’t we head back to my place where I can make us food later if the mood strikes us?” I said.
When she nodded, my soul came alive with delight.
Ava
Logan slammed his front door closed as I slid his suit jacket down his arms. He shrugged it off, tossing it into a corner as I stumbled over my own feet. I couldn't keep my lips off him, or my hands. I fisted his shirt and pulled him closer, feeling him tumble with me as my back barreled into the wall. He kissed down my neck, nibbling my skin as I gasped out in his condo. His hands ripped the sleeves of my dress over my shoulders before he shoved the whole thing down my body.
“Shit, Logan. Don’t stop.”
He kissed down my chest, nuzzling my tits out of my bra. I fumbled with his belt as I pulled it out of his pants before tossing it onto the ground. I couldn't get his clothes off quickly enough. His lips wouldn't disconnect with my body for a second. He dipped down and fisted my ass, then hoisted me into the air and planted his face right in my cleavage.
I giggled as he ran down the hallway, massaging my ass cheeks as we made our way to his room. He slammed his door behind him before he pinned me to it. My back fell heavily against it as our lips connected. I sucked on his lower lip, and he growled as his tongue raked over the roof of my mouth. I worked his shirt off his shoulders as I locked my legs around him, feeling his cock pulsing to life. I ran my hands along the strength of his chest. His heart beat rapidly against my fingertips. His lips fell to the crook of my neck as he nibbled on my skin, leaving behind welts and marks I knew would be there in the morning.
“Get inside me. Now,” I said.
I heard his pants hit the floor before his hand migrated between my legs. He grasped the fabric of my panties and pulled back, tearing them directly from my body. I whimpered at the sensation and felt wetness trickling from my aching pussy. The head of his cock teased my clit, making me shiver until he guided himself into me.
Then he set a relentless pace.
I cried out into the room, calling out his name as my legs shivered. He filled me to the brim, and my pussy swallowed every inch he had. My juices coated him. Sweat dripped down my neck. His lips slid sloppily over my exposed breasts as my bra sat underneath my tits. I gripped his hair. I rolled my hips into his body. I pressed his face so deeply into my bosom that he struggled for air. But with the way he fucked me, it was almost as if he enjoyed being smothered by me.
And I enjoyed having him there.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit, Logan! Yes! Don’t stop!”
“Come for me, Ava. Damn it, woman, come on this dick.”
He pulled me away from the wall just as I poured my juices down his cock. My pussy throbbed around him, massaging his massive girth. I buried myself in the crook of his neck as he stumbled over to his bed. We crashed onto his mattress as my body jumped with my orgasm and he ripped his cock from between my legs. I missed him. I wanted him back.
He pulled my dress off my body before relieving my stomach of my bra. He stumbled to get out of the rest of his clothes before he fell back into my arms and our lips connected with a crash. Our teeth clattered together while our tongues did battle and our bodies sought their own release.
I couldn't stop. I couldn't make myself pull away. Even though I wanted to stay away from him and fix things with Camilla, I couldn't deny how I felt for him. The chemistry and desire we shared was off the charts. Not to mention the similar life goals we had. I enjoyed talking with him. I enjoyed being in his presence.
And I enjoyed my body being full of his cum.
He flipped me over and raised my hips up before slamming himself into my body. I called out his name, fisting the sheets of his bed. His cock filled me perfectly. My walls molded to him as he took me as quickly as he could. My toes curled and my pussy fluttered as my clit ached for attention. I bucked back into Logan, taking in his grunts and groans of pleasure as he commanded my body in ways I didn't know were possible.
“Fuck, Ava. So tight for me, always. Such a good girl. Mmm, fuck you’re beautiful.”
I shivered against his body as he brought my hips to meet his time and time again. I wasn't in charge. I wasn’t in control. I was simply his vessel to command. His fingertips dug into my excess as colors burst in my vision. The stars aligned and spasms ran through my back just as juices dripped down the insides of my thighs. His balls began smacking my clit. My legs jumped at the sensation of it all. Logan’s sweat dripped onto my skin and his balls grew lower, banging against my sensitive nub and pushing me higher.
I was climbing, approaching, absorbing instead of fighting. Logan wrapped his arms around me before he hoisted me up, bringing my back against his chest. His rippling abs rubbed against my back and his chest comforted the fall of my head. I smelled him. I smelled his musk, his cum as it dripped into my body.
“I want to feel you, Ava.”
He kissed the shell of my ear as his hands migrated between my pussy folds. Our bodies moved as one while his finger found my pulsing center. I shook uncontrollably. I darted around in his arms as he held me close to his body. He kissed my shoulder as our sweat intermingled and my pussy jumped against his thickness. It was all too much—him diving in and out of my body, his soft lips kissing the marks he’d left behind, his finger pressing against my clit.
I couldn't contain myself, or the words falling from my lips.
“I’m coming, Logan. Oh, yes. Fuck. Don’t stop. Fill me with you. I want you, all of you. Please, don’t hold back. Don't you dare hold back on me!”
He slammed into me one last time, and my head fell onto his shoulder. His teeth sank into my neck as he growled, his cock jumping against my wet walls. I squeezed him for all he had. My body milked his cock as he inched himself deeper and deeper. I caved in his strong arms, feeling every muscle he had pressed against me jump with his orgasm. Cum sprayed against my walls. His tongue ran over the indentations of his teeth as I quaked in his grasp. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as he splayed his hand across the dip in my waist.
Like he wanted to hold as much of me as possible at once.
My vision tunneled. My senses dimmed. For a moment, I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't smell anything, couldn’t taste or see or experience anything. All I knew was the pressure of Logan wrapped around me, the sensation of him filling me until our juices fell from my body. All I knew was our bodies were connected at the hips as we tumbled onto his mattress.
It wasn’t until Logan’s lips found the shell of my ear that I was ripped back to reality.
“Let me cook you breakfast in the morning,” he whispered.
He pressed his hardened cock between my legs, seeking out my warmth and indulging in his want to be closer to me. I couldn't pull away from him. I’d never want to. I wanted to be in his arms. I wanted to wake up next to him in the morning. I wanted to see if we could share that vulnerable moment first thing during the dawning of a new day, looking into each other’s eyes and reveling in the memories we had created.
I backed my ass up into his body as he wrapped around me tighter, nuzzling the crook of my neck. Without a secon
d thought, I nodded in agreement. He could definitely cook me breakfast in the morning.
Logan
My eyes fluttered open, and something pressed deep into my body. My arm curled around the soft form, and I smiled at the feel of Ava’s breaths in the crook of my neck. I pressed my cheek against her forehead and sighed, allowing my body a second to hold hers.
I had promised her breakfast, and I couldn’t wait to make it for her, but I wanted to cherish this moment before I disturbed it. The feel of her leg between mine. The tightness of her grasp around my waist. The way she tucked her face into the crook of my neck and settled her soft, plump lips against my pulse point.
Part of me wanted to wake her up by sliding between her legs, but I talked myself out of it. I tilted my head and kissed her softly. She sighed and drew me in closer, and it almost made me cave on my promise. But I didn’t want to be that kind of man. I didn't want to be that person in her life who told her I would do something and then didn’t follow through—even if it was with something as simple as breakfast. I kissed her one last time before I slid from her grasp, and her body follow me all the way to the edge of the bed. Even in her sleep, she didn’t want to give me up.
I slid my boxers onto my body and pulled a shirt over my head. With one last glance at her beautifully naked form, I made my way to the kitchen. I closed my bedroom door so my knocking around wouldn't startle her awake, especially given the last incident when she had come over to my place. I made my way to the kitchen and immediately started a pot of coffee, then went over to the refrigerator and began pulling things out.
Bacon, eggs vegetables that needed to be chopped, cheese, butter, canned biscuits. Next time, I’d have to be a little more prepared and make homemade biscuits.
I started on breakfast, settling on making us each a vegetable omelet with bacon crumbles on top and butter-and-jam biscuits on the side. I whipped up the eggs before pouring them into the pan, then doused them with both butter and cheese. Breakfast was my favorite meal of the day to cook, and if I had it my way, it would be the biggest meal as well. I reached for a knife and began chopping up vegetables, hoping Ava didn’t have an aversion to anything I added to our breakfast.