Allmy instincts are telling meMason’sdodgy,zy behavior is going to cost us theLegacyResortscontract.I’mnot sure why he’s so distracted.It’sa simple request.Ineed the numbers soIcan get to work.We’repitching in less than two months, and this is the most significant contract we’ve ever chased.So, after weeks of no reports,Itake matters into my own hands.
Afterhours of scouring ourmonLinkedInconnections,Idetermine thatHunterMahanis the marketing director atLegacyResorts.Dueto our numerous contacts inmon,I’mable to snag his email address.
Misogynistor not, surely, he’s capable of responding to an email.
<b ss="calibre1">From:</b>AveryScott,ArrowConsulting
<b ss="calibre1">To:</b>HunterMahan,LegacyResorts
DearMr.Mahan,
Myname isAveryScott.I’mone of the principal owners ofArrowConsulting.It’svery nice to meet you.It’smy understanding thatLegacyResortshas requested a proposal presentation fromArrowConsultingat the end of the summer.
Firstand foremost, thank you for the opportunity.Iknow you’ve been in touch with my business partner,MasonRichards, but in an effort to make sureI’mthoroughly prepared with a strategy suggestion, would you kindly send over your current marketing reports?Mainly,I’minterested in the click traffic soIcan assess your current customer demographics and how many leads are resulting in sales.
Ifnecessary, please feel free to send over anNDA.I’llbe more than happy to sign.I’veincluded my number if you have any immediate questions or concerns.Iwill make myself avable.
Thankyou.
Regards,
AveryScott
Asoft knock at the front door sounds andIclick send in a hurry beforeIcan talk myself out of going overMason’shead.Ishut myptop and head to the front door, the butterflies in my stomach kicking up.
It’sbeen a few days sinceI’veseenFinn.Idecided after ourst encounter, he’s more than holding up his end of the bargain.It’stime for me to do my part.I’vespent thest few days immersed in boudoir photography and all things frence photography ie rted, andIhave some initial ideas on howFinncan get his business on track.
Iopen the door to seeFinn’sbroad back.He’swearing a thinT-shirt that hugs the bumps and ripples of his well-defined muscles.Iknow what these muscles feel like.I’vecaressed them, licked them…scratched them.Hewhips around, two blueberryRedBullsin his hands.
“Surprise,” he says with a charming smile.
“Myhero.”Ireach for the drink in his right hand. “Thesewill go great with dinner.”Afterspinning around,Imake my way down the hall, hearingFinn’sheavy footsteps behind me.
“There’sdinner?” he asks. “Ithought this was just a business meeting.”Idid in fact specifically tell him there would be no sex tonight.Iwanted to make sureIwasn’t taking advantage of him, so tonight all we’re doing is talking shop.
“Dinnermight be a stretch.”Istop in ce and rotate, facingFinnhead-on. “Ican only really make three things.”
Helooks amused. “Being?”
“Bakedpotatoes, cereal—”
“Doescereal count as making something?” he asks with a teasing smile.
Iproceed to roll my eyes. “Anddip,”Ifinish, pointing toDex’skitchen table that is currently disying five different bowls of various dips.
“Holycrap.”Finnfollows my finger and assesses the table. “That’sa lot of dip.”
Inod so enthusiastically, my hair falls over my face. “I’mpretty passionate about dip.”
Finnchuckles.Hesmacks my ass casually, ignoring my girlish yelp as he passes by me.Finnsets his drink down and proceeds to pull theSaranWrapoff each of the ss bowls. “Youmade these just for me?” he asks, cocking one brow.
“Yep.”<i ss="calibre2">vedaway all day.</i>
Heimmediately shoves his finger into the first bowl, then shamelessly sucks it clean. “Whatthe hell is this masterpiece?”Hedunks his finger in again.
Iproceed to fetch the new bag of pretzel rods off the kitchen ind and hand it toFinn.Heopens it with ease, gleefully dunking the thick pretzel stick into the dip once more. “Honeymustard but with a twist—Iuse spicy brown mustard and dijon.Iknow—it shouldn’t work, but it’s tasty, right?”
Mouthfull, he nods and gives me a cheesy thumbs-up.
“Don’tfill up,”Isay. “Westill have buffalo chicken dip—yes, with actual chicken soIcan try to pass this off as a real meal,Frenchonion dip for the potato chips,IhaveFrenchbaguette for the bacon cheddar chive dip, and for dessert, banana cream pie dip withVaniWafers.”
Finnlooks at me the way you’d look at a puppy tripping over its big ears.Adorably…with a little pity.He’ssilent, but his shoulders are shaking, soIknow he’sughing at me.
“What?”Iask. “Look, it’s the bestIcan do.Istruggle in the kitchen…”
Heshakes his head, a goofy expression on his face. “Youare so cute.NeverhaveIbeen treated to a feast of dips.Thisis a new standard for date night, by the way.”Grabbingthe bowl of banana cream pie dip, he ces a quick kiss on the top of my head as he passes me. “Canwe start with dessert?”
<i ss="calibre2">Wait, date night?</i>
“Ofcourse.”Icollect both of our drinks and a box of crunchy vani cookies and join him in the living room.Hescowls at me whenIjoin him on the couch, leaving at least a foot of space between us.
Raisingup his arm, he invites me to cuddle into his chest and is less than pleased when he sees me grimace. “Okay, what’s with you tonight?DidIdo something?”Idon’t think anyone else in the world would notice, butIsee it—Finnseems to shrivel in his seat.Justa hair.Almostunnoticeable…exceptInotice. “Areyou upset with me?”
“Whywould you think that?”
“Nokiss hello.Youonly want to talk business tonight.You’resitting over there likeI’mcontagious.I’mcounting down the minutes until you start giving me the silent treatment.”
Iroll my eyes so hard they strain. “Ihate the silent treatment.Sucha waste of time.I’drather be in a screaming match than y the ice out game.”
Finnpoints to his chest emphatically. “<i ss="calibre2">Metoo</i>.”<i ss="calibre2"></i>Heshakes his head like he’s trying to shake off a bad memory. “Itwas my ex’s favorite game to y.Aftera while,Istarted picking up on the little tells thatI’min trouble.Startingwith”—he gestures to the space between us—“she wouldn’t let me touch her.”
“Oh, hey—no.”Ireach over to squeeze his knee. “Okay,Ijust…look,Ifeel guilty.”
Heraises his dark brow. “Why?”
“Becauseall we do is talk about my needs.Ipromised to help you with your business andIhaven’t been doing that.Everytime we’re around each other, we seem to—”
“Getnaked?”
“Exactly.Isthis too much sex?Itwas just supposed to be a favor.”Leaningforward,Icollect the energy drink from the coffee table and pop the lid.Theseare even more delicious whenFinnbrings them to me.It’sa telltale sign he’s thinking of me, even when we’re apart.
“Itwon’tst forever,” he says.Mychest immediately tightens as the pang of rejection shocks me.
Asa knee-jerk response,Inod enthusiastically, pretending likeI’mnot caught off guard. “Iknow.Iwasn’t thinking this was serious or anything.”
“No,Imean, it’s fun right now because it’s new.It’sexciting.Italways starts this way when you’re with someone new.There’snothing wrong with enjoying it while itsts.Soyeah—it’s a lot of sex.<i ss="calibre2">Great.</i>Let’shave a lot of sex while we can.”
Funny.MasonandInever had a honeymoon period.Didit fade?Absolutely.ButIcan’t remember it starting off passionate like this.Everythingfrom my past rtionship was so careful and calcted and…boring.
“Didyou andNorahave a lot of sex?”
“Yes,”Finnresponds without hesitation. “Prettymuch daily when we were together.”
“Oh.”
“Butit wasn’t like this.”
Thelight flutter in my chestes alive.Mymouth begins to water in anticipation like he’s about to say something really important.AllIhave to do is ask. “Likewhat?”
“Noraused sex for control,Ithink.IfIwas having sex with her constantly,Icouldn’t possibly have the time or energy to be having sex with anyone else.Itwasn’t for enjoyment, it was more of a way to prove myself.Toprove how muchIloved her and wanted her, but even daily wasn’t enough.NothingIdid made her feel less insecure.Iwas always in trouble.I’dget side res, silent treatment, hell, sometimes she’d all out scream at me in public.Shenever trusted thatIloved her and only her.Nomatter whatIdid, there was always something wrong.Iliterally was afraid to be around the womanIloved becauseIknew our next big blowout was just around the corner.”
Howstrange.HereInever thought people who looked likeFinnwould have intimacy issues.Wewere both starving in our prior rtionships—just starved of different things.
“Thatsounds a little like…”Ibite down on my lip, debating whether it’s my ce to say.Butwe’re friends.Thisis somethingI’dsay to any friend. “Emotionbuse.”
Finncloses his eyes and nods. “Ittook me a really long time to admit that.Itdidn’t sound manly to admitIwas being treated poorly in my rtionship.”
Iwrap my hand around his fingers and squeeze. “I’msorry.I’md you’re doing better now.”
Returningmy warm smile, he brings my fingers to his lips. “Ifyou’re thinkingI’monly doing this so you can save my business, you’re wrong.Ilike being around you.Youmake it easy to smile.”
<i ss="calibre2">Ohgeez.</i>Thatjolt in my chest.Thepulsing shocks and vibrating tremors taking over my body from the inside out are most definitely feelings.<i ss="calibre2">Realfucking feelings.</i>
“ButI’mstarting to feel likeI’musing you.”That’sa half-truth.Moreurately,I’mstarting to worry thatI’mblurring lines.Itstarted with<i ss="calibre2">no feelings</i>.Nowwe’re at<i ss="calibre2">okay, just feelings for the summer.</i>AndI’mgetting dangerously close to,<i ss="calibre2">heart freaking ripped to shreds whenIhave to leave this man and get back to reality.</i>“Idon’t want you to feel like my sex toy.”
Finnrubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile creeping across his face. “I’mgood with it.Considerme your toy.”Heopens his legs into a wideV, as unsubtly as possible. “ywith me.”
Itry to hold a straight face, but we both burst intoughter.
“Wow, that was bad…just<i ss="calibre2">bad</i>.”
“Iknow,” he says between breathy chuckles. “Sorry.IfI’mbeing honest,Iam so fucking horny right now.It’sbeen three days sinceI’vehad you andI’mgetting a little dizzy, nauseous, hot shes, and my vision is blurry.”Hepuckers his bottom lip.
<i ss="calibre2">Ishe…begging…for me?</i>
“Areyou horny or pregnant?”
Hehowls inughter as he pats hisp. “Getover here.You’remy cure,Avery.Howabout we y first, and then business after?”
“Threedays isn’t that long.Also, you have a hand for that.”
Heshakes his head. “Nuh-uh.Youknow how once you’ve tasted realNewYork-style pizza you can’t go back to cheap delivery?”
“Eh,I’mmore of aChicagodeep-dish kind of girl.”
Fora moment, he’s distracted as he shakes his head in disbelief. “<i ss="calibre2">Deepdish?</i>Whatthe fu—okay, we’lle back to that.Thebottom line is<i ss="calibre2">you</i>, sweet girl, are gourmet, and now there’s no way my hand is going to cut it.”Hecarefully wrestles the canI’mholding out of my grip and sets it aside.BeforeIcan protest, he wraps his hand behind my neck and pulls me to his lips.Ibriefly allow myself to get swept up, andIkiss him back furiously, enjoying the feel of his tongue on mine.Imelt into the powerful way he holds me, so steady, so sure.Istart picturing a life withFinnwhereI’m<i ss="calibre2">this</i>happy all the time and it scares me because the minute you like someone…<i ss="calibre2">love someone</i>…they have the power topletely destroy you.
“Finn,”Imumble into his mouth whenIfeel the bulge in his pants starting to grow against my belly.He’sreluctant to break our kiss and whenIkeep talking, he moves down to my neck as his hand scrambles for the sp of my bra. “I’vespent the past few days buried in research.Iworked so hard on some ideas for you.Ireally want to share them with you.”
“After,” he mutters between kisses.
“No.<i ss="calibre2">Now.</i>Please.”Ifight my body, my heart, and my mind.<i ss="calibre2">Stop.StopbeforeIlose control.</i>
Isaid the magic word.Thetwo-letter little word thatFinnand every man with some goddamn sense should respect:<i ss="calibre2">no.</i>Heimmediately leans back on the couch, letting out a shaky breath, trying to calm his arousal.
“Okay.Sorry.Youcan’t me me, though.Youjust look so pretty tonight all dolled up like that.It’slike you’re purposely trying to tempt me.”Finneyes me up and down, andIam embarrassed he noticed.
<i ss="calibre2">Shit.</i>Okay, so yes,Icurled my hair and left it down tonight.Ialso put on a little makeup.Justthe color-correcting moisturizerLennoxshowed me atSephoraand a little of the sun-kissed bronzerIbought for both of us.Shealso introduced me to a line of tinted lip balm that may be my new favorite product.ButI’mnot trying to look so desperate, soIwishFinnwould stop drawing attention to my efforts of being a little more…visually appealing.
Finntugs at the waist of my shorts. “Arethese new?”
Lennoxalso took me to a couple of clothing stores during our shopping trip.TheoutfitI’mwearing—high-waisted ck bohemian-style shorts with a thick bow around the waist, paired with a form-fitting cream tank top—is the outfit she insistedIbuy.Lennoxwas pulling items off the rack left and right for me to try on at the boutique as ifIwere her littleBarbiedoll.Shplimented me nonstop, butIfelt so out of ce.Thestore was too fashion-forward, all the material was too fancy, and every look was far more chic thanIcould ever pull off.WhatI’mpresently wearing is the only outfit she could talk me into bringing to the register.WhenIhad second thoughts and tried to put it back on the rackst minute, she ended up buying it for me.Iimmediately felt guilty she had to whip out her credit card due to my stubbornness.
“Lennoxtook me shopping.Shehas a good eye for fashion.Shehelped me pick a couple of things that would be more ttering for my body type.”
Finnblinks at me so slowly that his eyelids look heavy.It’salmost like he’s trying to force himself to hold something back. “What’syour body type?”
Iroll my eyes childishly.Thisis awkward.Ihate talking about it.I’venever been a confident girl when ites to looks, butI’vealso never let looks rule my life.IthoughtIwas being mature…perhapsIwas just being avoidant. “Whatdo<i ss="calibre2">you</i>think my body type is?”Iask, meaning to make him ufortable.Maybehe’ll m up likeIam, and we can move on to a different subject.
<i ss="calibre2">Exceptit’sFinn</i>…
Ishould’ve known he has all the right answers when ites to this.
“Yourbody type is<i ss="calibre2">damn lucky</i>.Blessedin all the right ces.”Hetraces an hourss figure in the air with his hands. “Naturnd tender and soft.Yourbody makes me want to curl up next to it, day in and day out.Idon’t know what typeI’dcall it, just know that it’s my favorite type.”
Iwant to roll my eyes again, scoff, and say he’s just saying all of that to pacify me.Butthe whole point of our arrangement is teaching me to be more self-assured.Whatgood are his lessons ifIrefuse to learn?
“Thankyou,”Isay. “Thatmakes me feel really good about myself.Andthank you for noticingIgot dressed up.”Ibite my bottom lip in contemtion.<i ss="calibre2">Gothere?Don’tgo there?</i>“Foryou,”Iadd, “Igot dressed up<i ss="calibre2">for you</i>.”
Hewears the sweetest smileI’veever seen on him. “Well, if that’s true, it makes<i ss="calibre2">me</i>feel really good about myself.It’shard to know what you’re thinking sometimes.Youkeep a lot to yourself.”
Isquint at him. “Areyou kidding?Iasked you to be my sex sensei becauseI’mwildly inept in the bedroom.Itreally doesn’t get much more in your face than that.”
“Yourfeelings,”Finnsays like it’s a clear exnation.ButIdon’t understand, soIjust shrug. “You’llopenly admit to your insecurities, but you won’t actually say how they make you feel.It’slike you try to judge yourself before anyone else can.It’sstrategic.Infact, everything you do is poised and careful.Andsure, you cried around me once, butIthink those tears were more out of frustration than anything.Ifyou think you’re being vulnerable…eh, well,Ican tell you try really hard to be more realistic than emotional.Itseems lonely.”
Ilean back against the couch cushions and tuck my knees to my chest. “Sincewhen are my emotions someone else’s responsibility?Myissues are<i ss="calibre2">my</i>burden to bear.”
Finnwaits untilImeet his eyes.He’sso demanding when ites to eye contact.Maybebecause he knows his icy blue eyes seem to tear down my walls. “Burdenme,Avery.Iwant you to.”
Ilet the stupid tears well in my eyes andIfeel smaller thanIever have before.IwishFinncould understand that we don’t see the world the same way.Hewill never understand what it is to be the ugly duckling.Hewill also never understand thatI’mokay with being the ugly duckling.I’mokay with pajama bottoms, messy buns, and a couple of stains on myT-shirt.I’mfine with pizza pockets for dinner.Idon’t want to lose myself.Ijust want to like myself.Iwant to figure out whatIneed from my sex life and thenIwant to find another ugly duckling, so we can live happily together, in the same world where we can swim and waddle at exactly the same pace.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
Idon’t want to fall for a manIwould be terrified of losing becauseI’mnot good enough for him.I’ma nice person,I’measy to talk to, andI’mright in front ofFinn’sface.Ofcourse he’s intrigued…for now.Butit won’tst.Themoment we step out of this bubble, he’ll understand how mismatched we really are.ButIknow ifIsay all this toFinn, he’ll juste up with some poetic excuse to tell me how wonderfulIam, and honestly,I’msick of hearing it.
“Doyou still want to have sex?”
Hecocks one eyebrow. “That’sone hell of a response.”
“I’mserious.”
“OfcourseIdo.”
“Andyou’ll listen to my ideas for your businesster?Andpay attention?”
Hetries to hide his gleeful smile. “Absolutely.”
“Okay, then for our next lesson,”Isay asIdrop to the floor and kneel betweenFinn’slegs. “Teachme how to give good head.”<h3 ss="inline-image-container">Avery
Sheactually looks studious with her head cocked to the side, waiting for instructions.Avery’skneeling in front of me, her pretty eyes blinking at me expectantly.Herlow-cut tank top is a siren’s song and the top bumps of her perfect round tits have my head muddled with all kinds of disgraceful thoughts.I’mpining for her, but in a way, she’s already mine.<i ss="calibre2">Right?</i>Butthen why doesn’t she feel<i ss="calibre2">mine</i>?
IlikeAveryexactly the wayImet her.EverytimeIcall her beautiful, it’s genuine.Butthe way she brought herA-game tonight is stirring up something territorial in me.I’mjealous for some reason, andIdon’t know why.It’sjust the two of us here.
“You’renot sleeping with anyone else, right?”
“<i ss="calibre2">What?</i>”<i ss="calibre2"></i>she asks, incredulous, her face twisting up in surprise. “Whywould you ask that?”
“Wenever established we’d be exclusive throughout the deal.”Irun my thumb from the base of her earlobe to the bottom of her chin and she leans away from my touch, her surprised expression turning into an usatory one as her eyes narrow.
“Um,Ithought that was implied whenIlet you fuck me without a condom.<i ss="calibre2">Wait.</i>Are<i ss="calibre2">you</i>sleeping with other women?”Hereyes widen to cartoon proportions and she begins to rise off her knees.Iimmediately nt my hands on her shoulders and press her back down asIscoot to the edge of the couch.
“AveryScott, calm the fuck down.<i ss="calibre2">No.Ofcourse not.</i>Ijust wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”
“Samepage, same page,” she mutters, butIcan see her chest still rising and falling rapidly.
<i ss="calibre2">Good.It’snot just me.</i>Ihope the idea of me with another woman makes her sick becauseI’dbe willing to rip another man to shreds right now.
ReachingoverAvery’sshoulder to the coffee table,Idip my finger into the bowl of banana cream pie dip and scoop out arge dollop.Itaste it first. “Mmm, that’s<i ss="calibre2">really</i>good.Ilove banana cream pie.Secondonly to coconut cream pie.Althoughthis dip has me reconsidering.”Ihold my finger, still half-coated in dessert, to her lips. “Openyour mouth.”
Averydrops her jaw andIinsert my finger a little farther back than she was expecting.Shegags on the tip of my forefinger when it touches the back of her throat. “Sorry,” she says, sputtering. “Wasn’tready.I’mokay now.Tryagain.”
“Don’toverthink this, baby.Suck.”
Shetakes my finger in her mouth again and this time swirls her tongue around the tip before pulling her mouth away.Myfinger falls off her lips with a pop.
“<i ss="calibre2">Goodgirl</i>.”Mycock twitches in anticipation.Goddamn,Ilove our sexy games.EspeciallybecauseIknow she only ys them with me. “It’ssimple.Lotsof pressure, keep it really wet, and make sure you let me know how much you like it.”
“That’sit?” she asks, licking her lips, making thest remnants of the sweet dip on her lips disappear.
“That’sit.”
Shereaches for my waistband andIbridge my hips, letting her pull down my athletic pants and briefs.Aftertossing them aside, her gaze toggles from my growing erection to my eyes. “Thiswould be a little easier if you were smaller.”
Ichuckle at her roundaboutpliment.She’scute, but my mind is elsewhere.Iwant her warm, wet mouth.Rightnow. “I’msure you’ll manage.Also, give me those perfect tits.”Leaningforward,Iscoop her breasts out of her tank top and bra, one by one.Ipalm, squeeze, and knead firmly, possessively.<i ss="calibre2">Mine.She’smine.Theseare mine to enjoy.Iwant to wake up next to these…to her.</i><i ss="calibre2">Everyday.</i>
Mywandering thoughts are wiped clean whenIfeel her tongue flicking at the tip of my cock.Avery’swearing a mischievous smile, a little glint of angst in her eyes. “Youlike to be teased, right?”
“Atthe moment?<i ss="calibre2">No.</i>”Iinch forward, trying to guide myself into her mouth, but she presses her lips together—no entry.
“Youmake me beg for it almost every time,” she mumbles.Sheflicks her tongue once more, swirling it around my now glistening tip.Thesensation is just enough to ignite me but not to satisfy anything. “Paybackis a bitch.”
“Avery,”Igrumble. “You’reso sexy.”Ifix my eyes on her heavy tits and pert nipples, jostling around as she scoots forward on her knees. “Wecan y any other night, but right nowIneed you.Please, just—”
“Ah, there’s the magic word,” she mutters right before she engulfs me.
Igroan in relief.<i ss="calibre2">Fuck, it feels good.</i>Ifher pussy is my home, her mouth is my vacation.Coveringher teeth with her lips, she mps down and runs her mouth up and down half of my shaft.I’mlosing my fucking mind from her moans and whimpers.Sheeven sings my praises in between sucking—<i ss="calibre2">you taste so good, you’re so big,Iwant your dick forever,Finn.</i>
Sheexecutes wlessly.I’mmore than pleased, butAverypulls back, unsatisfied.Wrappingher hand around the base of my shaft, she tries to take in more of me but can barely swallow down half of my cock.
“Dammit,” she says, frustrated at her failed attempt to deep-throat.
“Youdon’t have to do that,”Isay. “Thisis perfect.You’llmake mee just like this.”
“No…I…”Sheleans away and leaves my needy dick unattended for a moment as she examines the length. “It’spossible, right?Orare you too big?CouldNorado it?”
“<i ss="calibre2">Whoa, hey</i>.”Iwipe the dot of spit from the corner of her mouth with my thumb. “Don’tdo that.Idon’t want to hear her name whenI’mwith you.Don’pare yourself.”<i ss="calibre2">There’snoparison.</i>“Youreally want to try?”
Shenods, a look of determination mixed with stubbornness flickering in her soft green eyes. “Justout of curiosity.”
“Spiton it, get it really wet.”Shedoes asIask and strokes my throbbing cock, ensuring the entire thing is slick with her saliva.Iweave my hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head. “Goodgirl.Rx.Breathethrough your nose and don’t panic.Justtake as much as you can.Believeme, that’s plenty.Whenit’s too much, just pull back.We’llstop.”
“Okay.”
“Holdout your tongue.”
Iy there for a minute, rubbing my tip against her ttened tongue, and then before she can close her lips around me,Ipull her head forward sliding half of my length into her mouth, nudging the back of her throat.Sheimmediately sputters and gags.<i ss="calibre2">Shit.</i>ButwhenItry to pull away, she grips my hips.Determined, she takes in more and more until there are tears running down her cheek, and her eyes grow red.Shedraws me in again.Overand over.Determinedas all hell.Ieventually watch her breathing start to steady—in and out, through her nose.Thepanic subsides.Afterseveral more tries,Iwatch in surprise as most of my cock disappears down her throat.Shecan only hold it for a second, and she rips away, gasping for air.She’sbreathing hard, her face flushed, her eyes still watering, but she looks thoroughly pleased with herself.
“Therewe go, that’s closer.Seventhtime’s the charm.”There’sa silly smile on her face.ButI’min no mood for jokes.
<i ss="calibre2">Goddamn, that was sexy.Sofucking sexy.</i>Myballs clench, andIgrab my pulsing cock in my hand.
“Avery, baby, can you swallow for me?”Iask between my ragged breaths.
“Yes.”
“Goodgirl, just take the tip and hold my balls.”
Strokingmyself,Italk her through my release untilIspill down her throat.Igo rigid asIgroan in delight, emptying everyst drop into her mouth.Iwait for her audible gulp untilIslump back into the couch, the fabric soft against my bare ass.<i ss="calibre2">Sorry,Dex.</i>
“Goodjob, baby.”<i ss="calibre2"></i>Ipraise her wholeheartedly and she’s glowing under the attention. “Youdid so—”
I’minterrupted whenAvery’sphone rings loud from the kitchen, cutting the tension between us.Sheimmediately jumps up, but her legs must have fallen asleep from being on her knees for so long.Shewinces and stumbles andIreach out to help steady her, but she recovers too quickly, darting over to her phone.Iwatch her puzzled expression as she scours the callerID.
Shepoints to the phone. “Ithink it’s work.Ihave to—”
“Goahead.”
“Hello, this isAveryScott,”<i ss="calibre2"></i>she says into the phone asIproceed to pull on my briefs and pants. “Mr.Mahan,Iwasn’t expecting a call.Thankyou.”
Theangry beast in my chest rumbles.It’sthe “Mr.” that irks me.<i ss="calibre2">It’swork.Calmdown,Finn.</i>Thiscould be a crusty old dude in his sixties for allIknow, butIcan’t shake this greedy urge that reared its ugly head tonight withAvery.It’sofficial.Iwant her for myself.Noone is going to treat her likeIwill.Noother man will be as dedicated asIam to making this woman see how beautiful she is, inside and out.IfIcan do it best, then she should just be with me.It’sthat simple.Yes, it’s too soon.Sure, we’re on a timeline.<i ss="calibre2">Iknow</i>it’s just a damn deal for the summer—butIdon’t care.
I’mhappy.<i ss="calibre2">I’mfucking happy.</i>IbetIcan make her happy too.
Avery,pletely unaware of my sudden revtion, continues to talk in a foreign tone.I’mlearning her business voice sounds just like a flight attendant.
“Well, that was my primary concern as well.Fromthe preliminary researchI’vedone, it looks likemercials are a good idea, butIdon’t think local cable is your best option.Streamingservices are ideal, but timing is everything.Especiallyfor your click traffic, summer is not the time to heavily invest—trips are already nned.Youneeded to make the cements around the end ofFebruary.That’sthe sweet spot.Consumershave mostly recovered from the holidays and are debating between investing in spring break or summer travel ns…Right, exactly…”
Idon’t know what the hell she’s talking about, but she adjusts her tits back into her tank top and straightens her back before she begins pacing.Evenbarefoot, she looks like a boss at the moment.She’ssuddenly wearing her sexy, take-over-the-world, confident,I-got-this attitude.It’ssuch a turn-on, and if she’s up for it,I’mgoing to rest for ten minutes and then bend her over this couch.
“Mr.Mahan,I’dlove to talk numbers, but would you mind holding for just a moment…Okay, thank you.”
“Finn?”Averyasks, turning her attention to me.
“Yeah?”Iask.
“Ijust put theChiefofMarketingforLegacyResortson hold.That’sthe multimillion-dor contractItold youI’mtrying tond.He’sabout to conference in theChiefFinancialOfficerandVPbecause apparently, they’ve been eager to chat with me.Ihave to—”
Ihold up my palms asIrise. “Sayno more.”Icross the space between us.
“Youdon’t have to go,” she says. “But…this might take a while.”
Leaningdown to nt a kiss on her forehead,Ibreathe in her hair, enjoying the smell of tropical, ginger, and mint. “Youfocus.I’llsee myself out.”Igrab the bowl behind her on the kitchen table. “ButI’mtaking the buffalo chicken dip.”
Shegiggles. “Allyours.Oh, but heat it up first.”Shecatches my hand and squeezes it tenderly. “Thankyou for understanding.”
“Ofcourse.Oh, and,Queen?”
Shemelts under that nickname.Ilove it when the color fills her cheeks when she swoons for me.
“Thathead?Tenout of ten, baby.”
Withthat,Ileave her to her call, feeling a medley of new emotions at once: satisfied…hopeful…happy…ready.
<i ss="calibre2">I’mready for this.</i>