Chapter 7

Ava

"Ava."

I jolt out of my daydream and curse when I look down to see that I've poured too much coffee. "Shit, sorry." Quickly, I grab some paper towels from the dispenser and wipe up the spilled coffee.

Carrie, my co-worker, grins. "What's on your mind? You seem awfully distracted today."

"I am?" I grimace. "Yeah." I sigh. "I am. I don't mean to be. Just, a lot on my mind."

"Does this ‘a lot' have a name?" she asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

My cheeks warm at the thought of the sexy older man who rocked my world last night. "Roman." I can't help the smile that slips onto my face. "He's really sweet, sexy, and god, the things he does with his mouth."

We start to giggle, getting looks from the other waitresses. "So, is he like a new boyfriend, someone you're seeing?"

I chew on my bottom lip. "Not my boyfriend." God, I wish though. Wouldn't that be something? "More like, we're messing around? Having fun."

She sighs wistfully. "Ah, I miss those days. I've been married for twenty years and have three kids now."

"But you're happy?"

"Yeah." She smiles. "My man still treats me like a queen. Even if he drives me crazy. As much fun as messing around was back in the day, nothing beats coming home to the man you love every night."

Carrie heads off to do her work, and I take off to check on my customers. For the rest of my shift, Roman is on my mind. And so is what Carrie said.

I've never been interested in settling down. I've been so busy with work and school that it wasn't even a thought. It's a big commitment, and I don't want anything or anyone holding me back or preventing me from achieving my dreams.

But the idea of coming home to someone I love, someone who cares for me as much as I do them, sounds nice. Maybe if I get lonely enough, I'll think about it.

The thing is... will I compare any future men to Roman? Because after last night, I don't think any other man can compare.

Leaving the warm comfort of Roman's arms was hard. I hated that I left while he was asleep, but I had an early morning shift and needed to get home to shower and change into my work clothes.

Tasha asked me how my night went. The only details I could give her were that the man I was with was everything I could have hoped for, that it was amazing, and I plan on seeing him again tonight. Thankfully, she didn't ask what his name was or anything personal. I wouldn't have been able to disclose that information anyway because, as part of the job, I signed an NDA for any and all clients. It's for their protection. They are also required, as clients of Million Dollar Babes, to sign something similar as well. I wonder if knowing Roman in my personal life would be a conflict of interest. I could ask Madam Millie, but I don't want to risk her asking me to drop Roman as a client. Or firing me when I refuse.

And I would forfeit this job just so I can finish out my week with him. He leaves on Sunday, and it's only Tuesday. I have five more nights with the man of my dreams.

Going behind Tasha's back fills my stomach with guilt. I hate keeping this from her, sneaking behind her back to see her dad.

It's her dad. It's not like she's going to put a smile on her face and give me the thumbs up to bang the man.

The two of them have an amazing relationship, and I wouldn't dream of doing anything that could come between them. So, after this week, I'll do my best to put my crush on Roman behind me and move on.

I have to. There's no way a man like Roman Knight would want to be with a girl like me anyways. But just for these few days, I'll play along with the fantasy I've conjured up. It's just sex between two consenting adults, nothing more. Right?

I'm home by noon and in dire need of a nap if I'm going to make it through tonight. It would be embarrassing if I'm yawning while being fucked by a god of a man.

"Hey, girl. How was work?" Tasha asks when I walk into our apartment. I toss my car keys in the little bowl we have on the counter and kick off my sneakers. She's sitting on the couch, pausing one of her daytime shows.

"It was good. Nothing too crazy, which was very surprising. Had a few grumpy customers, but overall, not bad. I was on my feet running around trying to get a lot of things done, though. Brittany called in sick, so I had to do some office things."

"Damn, that does sound like a good day. Must be some of that luck rubbing off on you." She winks.

"Luck?" I ask, pulling the hair tie free from my ponytail and shaking out my hair.

"Getting the client of your dreams. Your perfect older gentlemen. A man with money. A man who knows how to... you know." She wiggles her brows.

I'm dying on the inside because... eww. If only she knew it was her dad, she was talking about.

"I didn't say he was the man of my dreams." I roll my eyes.

"No, not those exact words. But I saw the way you looked when we talked about him. You had fun. And I'm glad. You deserve a good time. You work hard, and sometimes you forget to treat yourself. You're my best friend, babe, I just want to see you happy."

Guilt fills my stomach again, and I give her my best fake smile. "Thanks, babe."

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"Now, I shower and nap. I'm meeting with him again tonight."

"Yesss. Get it, girl. And that money, too!" She cackles, making me grin and roll my eyes.

Would she call me a gold digger if she knew who was giving me all that money? Would she call me a whore because I was getting it by sleeping with her dad?

She doesn't see it that way now or think of me badly because I chose this route—she even encouraged me to take this job. She's very big on owning your own body. Your body, your choice; do whatever you please with it.

However, people's views can change when the circumstances do.

Leaving Tasha to her show, I head into the bathroom to shower the grime from work away. After, I slip into a baggy t-shirt and panties, pull my black-out curtains closed, and then slip into my silk sheets. I'm out like a light the moment my head hits the pillow. I dream, and oh, are they some damn good dreams too. Ones I hope might come true when I wake up in the real world.

***

Once again, I'm standing in front of Roman's hotel room door. Although, this time, I'm dressed in a different pair of lingerie. A red thong and a matching lace see-through bra. Last night gave off a sexy/sweet vibe, but tonight, I want him to know I'm up for anything.

Because I really am. He asked me to crawl to him, and I did. If he asked me to get down and kiss his feet, I'd do that too.

There's this energy about Roman... when he walks into the room, he owns it. Everyone stops and stares at him like he's a god. And the best part about it is he doesn't care. He doesn't puff out his chest and flaunt it. He's humble; it's one of the things that caught my attention years back.

Taking a deep breath, I try to steady the nervous excitement that's thrumming through me. Raising my hand, I bring it up to knock, but the door opens before I can.

"Ava." The way this man says my name has me weak in the knees and dripping between my thighs.

Heat creeps onto my cheeks. Roman is the only man who has ever been able to get this kind of reaction out of me. I care about what he thinks, and I want him to like what he sees.

"Hi," I whisper, licking my lips. Roman's eyes drop down to my mouth, and I watch as his pupils grow.

"Come in." He takes a step back and opens the door for me. Stepping inside, I move to the center of the room and wait for his instructions. I know I'm not here for a casual visit. And I know that Roman likes to take control. I'm eager to follow his orders.

He shuts and locks the door, his hand lingering on the bolt. With his gaze cast to the ground and his body slightly angled toward me, he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply.

I watch, waiting, wondering what's going through his mind.

"You have no idea how eager I've been for the day to pass by." His eyes lift to mine, a hunger burning inside them. "All fucking day, Ava, I've been thinking about all the things I want to do to you. How I need another taste of your sweet pussy. How I can't wait to feel the way it grips my cock as you come for me like the good fucking girl I know you can be." His voice is a low, sensual growl and has me struggling to remember how to breathe.

My lips part, my pulse quickening as my thighs clench. This man... this fucking man. Nothing else matters except my excitement and the need to have his cock buried deep inside me. I want his hand wrapped around my neck as he whispers dirty, filthy things in my ear.

I manage to finally take in a shuddering breath as I bite my lower lip hard enough to bleed, trying not to whimper as he slowly stalks toward me.

"Are you going to be my good girl tonight, Ava?" I nod once. "Are you going to do everything I ask of you, even if it's something you might not be comfortable with?"

My eyes widen slightly. What things does he have planned for me that I might not like? Did last night not show him just how far I'm willing to go?

Maybe I'll need to show him that tonight.

"Yes," I say with as much confidence as I can muster.

"Take that coat off. I need to see you, Princess."

With fumbling fingers, I untie the belt and allow the coat to fall open. Shrugging my shoulders, it falls down my arms and onto the ground."

"Fucking hell," he growls to himself. His eyes take a slow sweep over my body, again and again. The way he's looking at me, I feel like I'm a piece of art on display just for him.

My hair is down tonight, in long curls that hang over my shoulders, covering my breasts. Roman stops in front of me. He reaches out and brushes the hair back behind my shoulders. His fingers brush against my skin, and I whimper at the way his touch sets my body on fire.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, Princess," he murmurs, his fingers trailing down over my breast. I suck in a gasp as they brush against my nipple, making it go stiff at his touch.

"No, I'm not," I whisper. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. My gaze drops to the ground, unable to see the look in his eyes right now.

Roman's hand stills, and there's a heavy pause before he grips my chin, tilting my head up so that I'm forced to look at him.

His brow is furrowed, his face a mask of anger. A spark of fear hits me at the thought that I've disappointed him.

"Why on earth would you say that?" he questions in a gruff voice.

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I try to think of how to say what I feel. "Because," my voice stays low."Have you seen you? You're not just a handsome man, Roman. You are Greek god material. I'm clearly not the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. You could literally have any woman you want. I know, you're just saying that. Please, don't say something like that just to say it." I hate how insecure I sound, but I can't help it. Roman intimidates me. I still have no idea how last night and right now has even happened.

"Listen to me, Ava, and listen to me good. I don't say things I don't mean. I don't lie to make people feel better. I'm not that kind of man. So, if I tell you you're the most beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking goddess of a woman... I mean every single fucking word. Do you understand me?" His voice is a dangerous growl.

My eyes burn at his words. The way he says it, along with the pure sincerity in his eyes, is everything I didn't know I needed. My heart beats a mile a minute, the blood pounding in my ears as I try to process these emotions. There's something about this man that just makes me feel everything.

"Yes." I nod, a single tear falling down my cheek.

As he leans in, my eyes flutter closed. When I feel his tongue lick the tear away, I whimper, a wave of need hitting me in my core. Why am I so aroused by that?

"I don't ever want to see you cry when you're with me, Princess," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my jaw as he makes his way to my ear. "Not until my cock is buried down your throat or you're cumming so hard you're begging me to stop."

Holy, mother of god. "Roman," I nearly sob.

I moan when he starts to kiss me, his hands making quick work of my bra. "As sexy as you look in this, I'm going to need to remove them now," he says in between kisses.

My head is hazy, my body vibrating with so much pure pleasure that I sway on my feet. I'm about to beg this man to fuck me, to get down on my knees and plead.

When he steps away, I whine at the loss, making him chuckle. Roman walks over to the lights and flicks them off, cloaking the room in darkness. The only lights left are from the city that float through the window.

He takes my hand in his and pulls me across the room. "Roman." My arm comes up to cover my breasts as he positions me in front of the window. "People are going to see."

"Good," he declares, towering over me. "I want people to see just how beautiful you are, Ava. To see something they want but will never have." He moves to stand behind me, my body hyper aware as he runs his hands down my arms. My eyes close as I moan, his touch setting me on fire. His hands stop over mine as he laces our fingers together. Raising them up, he places them on the window, opening them until our fingers and palms lay flat against the clear, cool surface. "Do you want to know why?" he asks me, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

"Why?"

"Because you're mine, Princess. No one gets to ever touch this body again except me." He says it like a promise, and the first thing I think is that it's just words, an ‘in the moment' kind of thing. Then I remember what he said only a moment before. He doesn't say things he doesn't mean.

My breathing picks up, and I start to panic. Or maybe it's excitement? I'm not sure. I didn't think what we have going on would last longer than this week, and now he's telling me I'm his?

No. He doesn't mean it. He can't.

All thoughts go out the window as I feel him pull my thong down. "Bend for me, Princess."

Are we really about to fuck right here in front of the window? Someone is going to see, there's no way for it to go unseen. This is crazy, right?

But then I'm lowering my hands a bit and sticking my ass out. "Such a good girl," he murmurs. I gasp as I feel his hot wet tongue lick up my slit. "Fucking hell, baby," he growls against my core. "So damn good." And then he's diving back in for more.

"Roman!" I scream his name as he starts devouring my pussy. Heat starts to pool in my belly and my legs start to shake, struggling to keep me up.

Pleasure washes over me as I stand there, my mouth parted while staring out at the city lights against the black of the night.

The sounds of my arousal as his mouth moves against my pussy has my cheeks flushing. I'm so wet for this man, practically dripping onto the floor... and it's all for him.

"Oh, god," I sob out as he slips in two fingers. They work together with his mouth, and it doesn't take long before I'm shattering for him. My fingers curl against the window as I cum so hard I almost fall to the ground. It's a struggle to keep myself up but I do, not wanting to break this pleasure that's crashing into me in waves.

"You're such a good girl," Roman purrs, kissing my ass cheek. "You listen to me so well." He kiss, kiss, kisses, slowly moving up my spine.

I'm panting like crazy. My mind is a mess as I try to think, to form words but it's no use. I'm still high from my orgasm.

Roman moves my hands up and to the side, keeping them against the glass before dropping them to grab my hips. He pushes me forwards lightly until my breasts press against the glass. "I'm going to fuck you now, Ava." A low growl rumbles in his chest. "Right against this window. And you're going to be a good girl and take my cock deep inside this tight, dripping, little cunt, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moan.

My eyes widen in shock. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! I didn't mean to say that. God, I'm going to blame it on insanity. Yup, that's it. I'm drunk off sex, and it causes me to say crazy things.

"What did you say?" He doesn't sound mad about my little slip. No, not at all. In all actuality, his voice is thick with need. Well, then. Sir isn't the only nickname that gets Roman going.

But do I like this? Can I call him that again without it being weird?

"Daddy," I whisper, finding I don't hate it. Not at all. If anything, it gives me a rush of power. Knowing he can't see me, I smile and push my ass back against this hard cock."I want you inside me. Fuck me, Daddy. Make me scream, show this city who I belong to." Who am I right now? You know what, I don't even care because pure pride fills me at the savage sound that leaves Roman in response. That man has his pants undone, cock in hand, and notched at my opening in less than three seconds.

"What my Princess wants, she gets," he snarls. And then he's thrusting up inside me, making me take every inch of this thick, pierced cock.

"Oh, fuck!" I scream, my head falling forward to rest against the cool glass.

He holds my hips in a bruising grip as he starts to pound into me. Calling him Daddy seemed to turn him into a fucking caveman, and I'm living for it.

"That's it, take my fucking cock, Ava," he grunts, thrusting into me roughly. "God, this cunt is so fucking perfect."

"Yes. Fuck, yes, Daddy, right there," I moan. His movements are so powerful, lifting me off the floor with each upward thrust.

"You make me lose control, Ava," he groans. "Make me lose my mind."

I feel like I'm in heaven. His cock feels so fucking good, and in this position, it's hitting all the right spots. He reaches a hand around, bringing his fingers to my clit. "Oh, oh, oh," I chant as he starts to work my swollen clit.

"Just think of all the people watching you right now, Ava. Seeing how fucking sexy you look when you're stuffed with my cock. Do you think they would feel the same way if they saw my cum dripping down your legs? Because I'm going to fill this pussy up, Princess. I'm going to mark this cunt as mine. Tell me I'm yours, Ava."

"You're mine," I sob out, another orgasm building fast.

"Are you mine?" he growls.

"Yes. Yours. All yours." I wish so damn much that it was true. I'm not sure how I'm going to survive the heartbreak when he leaves at the end of this week.

"Yes, you are. Mine. All fucking mine." He's breathing heavily, his thrusts growing more erratic as his fingers move over my clit with purpose. "I'm close, Princess. Cum for me, cum with me."

It doesn't take much to push me over the edge. After a few more hard thrusts, he pinches my clit, and I'm cumming so hard that I feel lightheaded. Thankfully, I'm pressed against the window, or I would have crumbled to the ground.

"Fuck, Ava." My name is a loud, long, pleasure-filled moan as his cock erupts inside me. Ropes of hot cum fill me, making me shiver as I cum again in another round of pleasure.

Exhaustion hits me, and my body goes limp between the window and the wall of muscles behind me. "I've got you, Princess," he pants out, putting his forehead to my back. "You did so good."

I smile at his praise, loving every bit of it. I want to please him, to be his good girl.

When he pulls out of me, a gush of his cum follows. "Look at you," he growls. "You look so damn good dripping with my cum, Princess." I gasp as he thrusts his fingers inside me, shoving his cum back inside me. I shudder, another small orgasm rolling over me, my core still sensitive as he pumps his fingers inside me.

Breathing heavy, I open my eyes. My face is still pressed to the window as I look over at him. He looks so good in the glow of the city lights. He pulls his fingers free, raises his hand to my mouth, and paints my lips with his cum before pushing his fingers between my lips. "Suck." His command is strong, and I'm quick to comply. Opening my mouth, I let him shove his fingers into my mouth, my eyes widening in surprise when he pushes them all the way to the back of my throat. Quickly, I wrap my lips around them and suck them clean. I make sure to use my tongue to get every drop of our combined cum.

"So fucking perfect," he breathes in awe. Pulling his fingers free, he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head away from the window, smashing his lips to mine.

I moan as he licks the remnants of our release from my lips. Opening my mouth, I slide my tongue into his. He moans as he sucks my tongue, kissing me so dirty, I nearly orgasm again.

We break free when we need to come up for air, panting heavily. I look at him with glazed eyes and a drunk smile.

He grins back at me, cupping my cheek. "Come on, Princess. Let me take you to bed. I'm not nearly done with you tonight."