looking down
from heaven
Link
I unlock my office door and when I walk through, she’s nowhere to be seen.
“Avery?” My tall desk chair swivels around and she sits up, not appearing guilty to have been caught red-handed searching through my drawers. I lean my shoulder on the glass wall and ask, “What are you doing?”
“Looking for something,” she admits freely.
Her books and papers are strewn over my desk with her laptop open. She said she was going to catch up on school work, but the last time I came in, she was doodling words and notes on blank music sheets.
I frown. “What are you looking for?”
“Condoms,” she states with conviction and maybe a little bit of frustration.
I lose my frown and tip my head, not able to hide my smirk. “You won’t find any.”
She leans back in my chair and crosses her arms, frustrated.
“Don’t look pissed, little one. I don’t need any here because I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone at work.”
She throws her sass at me. “That’s good to know, I guess, but someone needs to be in charge of birth control. From your response last night, I’ve decided that person needs to be me. You, Lincoln, cannot be trusted with the responsibility.”
I smile and ignore the topic of condoms. “Don’t call me Lincoln, baby.”
“I might call you everything in the book until you go buy some super-strength condoms.”
“I’ll add it to my grocery list,” I mock her.
“You have no groceries!” she exclaims. “You’ll never buy condoms. This is why I’m putting myself in charge.”
“You sure seem in the mood for a condom.”
She twists her dark hair around her index finger. “I’m only thinking ahead.”
“No, you’re thinking about my head.”
She widens her eyes. “Link.”
“The one on my dick.”
She tries not to smile and even though the lights are low, I swear a blush crawls up her neck. “Stop it.”
“Because you want it,” I keep on.
“No,” she drawls. “I’m thinking in advance,” she widens her eyes, “because you’re going to do all the things you’re so good at and I need to make sure condoms are on hand while I’m thinking straight.”
I push off the wall and hold my hand out for her. “Come here.”
She doesn’t move. “Do you have a condom in your pocket?”
My mouth tips on one side. “No.”
Her shoulders slump. “Seriously?”
“Baby. Come here. We don’t need a condom. I’ll be creative.”
Her eyes flare and finally, she slowly stands. I reach back and lock my office door as I watch her move to me, and for the first time tonight, I don’t fight my dick from getting hard.
When I told her to get ready, I thought she’d throw on a pair of her sexy-ass jeans that fit her like a second skin with maybe a sweatshirt. But no.
She walked out of my bedroom in a sweater dress that clung to every curve of her body. It dipped too low and showed too much leg—legs that looked longer than normal from the high-heeled ankle boots. I couldn’t help myself, I had to kiss her before I told her to change. That was not what I had in mind when I told her to wear something that didn’t show too much skin.
After a ten-minute argument, I realized if I wanted Avery as mine, I’d have to get used to her wearing whatever the fuck she wanted and not be able to do shit about it. I guess all the hours I spend punching a bag for exercise will be well worth it when I have to beat the shit out of any man who looks at her too long.
She’s since kicked off her boots and is walking to me barefoot with a resigned look on her face. “I meant for when we got back to your house, but I’ll come over to kiss you.”
“The walls are tinted.” I motion to the glass overlooking my bar that’s only half full since security is on high alert. We hear the music and hum of the crowd, it’s just not at the decibel it normally is. “We can see out, but no one can see in.”
Her eyes widen and she looks down toward the band. “Really?”
“Really.” I step behind her and take her hands, pressing them onto the glass. Reaching for the hem of her dress, I pull.
She brings her hands down to stop me. “This is crazy. Are you sure no one can see us?”
I put her hands back to the glass and lean down to whisper in her ear. “After our argument earlier, you think I’d stand here and play with you while the world watches?”
She looks to me. “I guess not.”
I shake my head. “You wearing this to dinner was bad enough.”
I pull it up over her hips again and reach for her panties, pushing them until they fall to her feet. Her head falls back against my chest as she mutters, “Holy shit.”
“You wet for me?” I reach around and don’t waste any time, dipping my fingers in her pussy. I’m not disappointed—she’s always wet for me. “Look at the stage, baby.”
She opens her eyes and looks down as I start to finger fuck her.
“Someday,” I make my movements lazy, “I’m going to fuck you against this glass while your music is being played down there. It’s what brought you to me and we’ll celebrate—just the two of us—looking down on the world.”
“Link,” she whispers and reaches back to palm my raging hard-on through my jeans. “This is what I meant. You’re going to make me not care about being irresponsible.”
I tug the button and zipper on my jeans, freeing my cock. Rubbing it on the small of her back, I whisper, “Only with you, little one. Only you.”
She turns around to look up at me. Her dress is still bunched at her hips and she’s bare from the waist down. There’s no doubt in my mind—it’s only her for me.
Taking my cock in her hands, she licks her lips before I lose her deep brown eyes and, surprising me, she drops to her knees.
I groan. “Baby.”
“Look at your stage,” she taunts, peeking up from under her thick lashes, my cock aimed at those beautiful lips.
I shake my head and gather her thick hair in my hands. “Can’t look away from you. Not with that hungry look on your gorgeous face.”
She sticks her tongue out, running it up my shaft. When she circles my tip, I force myself to breathe deep so I can memorize this moment.
I fist her hair and when she looks up to me, she slides my cock between her lips.
Fucking heaven.
“Spread your legs, baby. Touch yourself,” I demand.
Her mouth goes slack around my dick and her eyes go wide. I nod, pulling her hair tighter and she drops a hand from my thigh as she shifts on her knees. When she drops a hand between her legs, I get her mouth back as she goes to town on my cock and her pussy.
Sucking, moaning, licking—she takes me deep as I guide her, loving the feel of her hair in my hands as I fuck her mouth.
But I want her and I don’t give a fuck if we don’t have a condom. I pull on her hair one more time and she looks confused.
“I want you, baby,” I say and take her hand, leading her to the sofa that sits opposite my desk. Her face is flushed and I know that expression. She’s worked herself into a frenzy and is close. I want to be inside her when she comes. I push her down over the arm of the couch and she looks back at me. Shifting her legs apart, I watch her face fall into a sexual bliss when I fill her with two fingers and rub her clit.
It doesn’t take long and she doesn’t do anything to quiet her moans, her melody dancing with the muted music and buzz created by my bar. A sound so sweet, I want her to recreate it in a song. I don’t waste a second. Holding her by the hips, I slide inside.
She had me worked into such a state, I take her hard, slamming into her and grip her hips, pulling her to me.
“Yes.”
“Baby,” I growl. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Looking down at her, bent over my sofa with her ass in the air, offering everything to me—I’ve never felt this way. Not even close. I don’t give a shit if she gets pregnant and I’ve never taken anyone bare. Even though planting my child in her is something I could get on board with fast, I don’t want to stress her.
For her sake, I pull out at the last second and come all over her ass and clothes.
I lean down to kiss her temple. “I made a mess on your dress.”
She smiles as she drags her eyes open. “You really hate this dress, don’t you?”
“I fucking love this dress. It’s the way everyone else looks at you while you’re wearing it that I hate.”
“I’m not sure what you expect me to wear now.”
I kiss her one more time, pulling her up with me. Reaching for the bottom of her dress, I pull it up and over her head. “I’ve got something you can wear.”
I hear a banging outside my office door. Avery grabs her dress and cleans herself up as she makes her way to grab her panties. “I think the glass walls freak me out now more after the fact than it did while you were fucking me.”
I hand her one of my flannels and watch her slip it over her slim shoulders. I stand back, pleased with what I see as she buttons it up. “That makes a much better dress on you.”
She holds her arms out low, looking down at herself where my shirt falls lower than her dress did and doesn’t show one curve. “It needs a slouchy belt, but it’s soft.”
I reach in to kiss her quick before going to unlock my office door. Gage, my general manager is standing there with his arms crossed. “Tried texting you. You ready for last call?”
I look to my watch. It’s thirty minutes ‘til close. I need this shit wrapped soon so I can start operating at full capacity, returning to a deeper black on my spreadsheet. “Yeah. Let’s call it and turn the lights up in ten. Once we get everyone cleared out of here, we’ll do another sweep before we lock up.”
“Sounds good.” He turns to jog down the stairs to the bar floor.
I go to Avery. “We should be out of here in an hour, baby.”
She flops down on my sofa, relaxed and sated. Tucking her arm under her head, she yawns. “If I come to work with you often, I’m gonna need a pillow and a blanket.”
I lean down to kiss her. “I’ll be back up to get you when it’s time to go.”
She smiles sleepily. “Don’t work too hard.”
I like her here—in my space, at my bar. Even though I don’t want to, I leave her to go shut things down.