Seventeen

Ipeek at my opened office door every few seconds, waiting for her arrival. I knew the minute I truly gave in to my desire for Ava, this would happen. I'd want her every second of every day.

Her asking me to join her at her grandparents' house was just another step in the direction I thought I would never head again. I haven't given her my answer just yet, but I know damn well I will. I'm honored to meet the people she holds so dear. Not only was it a shock that she wanted me to go, but the fact that the idea of meeting her family didn't have me running for the hills is something I still need to digest.

After our first encounter at Masqued, she made me feel so out of control that it was a reckless decision to allow myself to have her again.

Too many negative things have happened in my life that I wasn't in control of involving people I care about, and I refuse to let that ever happen again. Which is exactly why I played the asshole card for so long with Ava. But the more and more our lives have tangled together, the harder it's become to stay away.

I've never been so attracted to another person. Our chemistry and the way we read the other's desires are unexplainable and incomparable to anything I've ever experienced. She has also become an unlikely friend over the past month, and I know that will make it even harder when she moves on from whatever this is.

I was so fucking stupid to not give in to this long ago. She made it clear she understood it would just be sex between us, but I couldn't believe it back then. Couldn't see past my own fucked-up issues.

Speaking of issues; she's even agreed to be my date to the wedding with my distant family as a favor to me. Even though she owes me absolutely nothing, already giving me more than I probably deserve from her. I know it's going to be one hell of a day being amongst all of them, but having her beside me might be the crutch I need to get through it all.

The past couple of weeks, she's been in my bed more than her own. Although every morning, I wake up to cold sheets beside me. I'm choosing to ignore the fact she feels the need to escape in the middle of the night, along with the disappointment that fills me.

My ears perk up when I hear her voice in the lobby of my office.

"He isn't expecting you," I hear Tasha's distant voice snark.

"He is the one who called me," Ava clips back, and I am on my feet, not liking Tasha's tone with her.

"I don't believe you, Ava. You need to know your place. Sit down, and I'll go check with Mr. Cole to see if he even has time to talk to you. Next time, follow the correct protocol, which is contacting me ahead of time."

Ava's gaze zones in, and I see her contemplating the venom she wants to spew in my assistant's direction, but I speak first.

"No, Tasha, you need to know your place. I don't expect you to talk like that to anyone coming into this office to see me, much less Miss Pierce. Do you understand me?" I ask, loud and clear, feeling Ava's attention land on me.

Tasha nods.

"If that's an issue for you, then we've got a problem, so tell me now, because she will be treated with nothing but respect from you. Clear?"

She nods again. "Yes, sir."

I see the way Ava's eyes narrow at her, her lips twisting, trying to hold back what she wants to say, so I say it for her.

"Don't call me sir. Mr. Cole will do for you, Tasha."

She lowers her gaze, sitting back down as Ava smiles a big, satisfied grin and walks toward me.

I wave for her to enter my office, shutting the door behind us, thankful for the automatic locking mechanism.

Ava's hazel eyes, dark with lust, find mine. She's turned on by the way I stood up for her.

"Put your hands on my desk," I command, and like the good little brat she is, she listens.

"Now you're really trying to make her hate me," she says, looking over her shoulder.

I move to stand beside her. "I don't give a fuck about her, and neither should you."

"So, you haven't fucked her?"

My eyebrows pinch together. "Why would you think that?"

"She just seems awfully jealous of me for no reason."

I trail my finger down the spine of her dress. "There are so many reasons, Ava, and none of them having to do with me fucking her. I've never even considered it."

Smacking her ass, she whimpers.

"Are you ready to shut up and let me make you come?"

She nods quickly, biting her lip as she tries to hold back a smile. Standing behind her, I push the black dress she's wearing over her hips. I have thought about nothing but this since I saw her parading around the hotel in this dress earlier today.

Fuck, what a sight.

She looks like an angel and acts like a brat… The definition of sexy as sin.

Slowly pulling her thong down, my fingers trace gently over the inside of her thighs.

"Step out," I demand. And stuff her thong into my pocket.

I tap the inside of her thigh, already feeling her wetness spreading there. My hard cock twitches against my zipper. "Now spread your legs apart."

"Do you want to come, Av?" I ask, adjusting myself, my cock so ready to take her. Once I felt her raw, the obsession only grew, and my dick knows what it wants. What I want.

She mewls in anticipation, pushing back into me.

I run my nose up her neck. Barely licking the shell of her ear, I whisper, "You know what I want to hear."

"Yes, Sir. Please make me come."

I drop to my knees behind her, gripping her ankles and spreading her legs wider. Burying my nose in her sweet cunt, I take a long, slow taste of her that has her gasping. My fingertips dig into her cheeks, putting her ass and pussy on full display for me.

"I see your pussy clenching; she wants more so bad." I groan at the sight, swearing I could come from just looking at her like this, with her essence lingering on my lips.

"So bad," she says breathily, wiggling her ass in my face. My tongue goes back to her slit, desperate for another taste. She grinds back into me, trying to find that relief she so desperately wants.

Losing my grip on her ass cheeks, I reach up, sticking two of my fingers in her mouth. "I know my little brat likes her mouth full of cock when she comes… Next time."

She moans around my fingers, the sounds spurring me on as I pull in and out of her mouth, letting my other fingers slide inside of her soaking-wet pussy. Rubbing on her G-spot, I get her closer to seeing stars.

"Fuck, that's so good. I'm about to come." She whimpers as I retract my fingers, moving my face back between her legs. My tongue finds her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure as I flick and swirl until she's trembling.

"Yessss. Right there, baby."

It's the first time she's ever called me that, and fuck, if I don't love the slip-up.

A knock at the door startles us both, interrupting the fantasy in my head of her calling me that daily.

"Parker, I'm here a little early." The familiar male voice is muffled.

"Seriously? Is that Logan?" Ava asks, her head whipping toward the door.

"Yes," I growl, pushing her back down. "But he can wait. You aren't leaving until you come all over my face."

"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

Have I told you lately how much I love being your roomie? There are so many perks... this bathtub being the BIGGEST one.

Suddenly, work can wait. I'm going home.