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Second Chance on St. Patrick's Day: A Billionaire Romance by Mia Ford (31)

Chapter 6

Ava

I listened as Tanner followed me inside the apartment and closed the door behind him. I turned the track lighting to low and hung his coat over the breakfast island chairs. Before I could fully turn around, he raced forward and pushed me against the counter, wrapping his hand under my chin and pressing his lips to mine. I could feel the erection in his pants rubbing against my wet, hot crotch, and I wanted him to take me right there and then. His lips were so soft and the taste of whiskey on his breath and cigar on his fingers was incredibly arousing.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling the muscles rippling through him. I couldn’t get my mind to slow down. It was like part of me was freaking out while the other part of me was throwing a party, wanting more and more. Oh, my God. I couldn’t believe this was happening for real and not a fantasy. What in the hell was I doing? But, I knew the answer to that. I was enjoying my life and giving in to my urges, that was what I was doing. I was finally being a mid-twenties woman who had everything on the right track and was making decisions based on what I wanted, not what everyone else wanted for me. His lips were so damn soft, and his hands felt so good around me, I couldn’t even begin to think of backing away from him.

He ran his hands up my sides and lifted my dress up, tickling the skin above my thigh high stockings. I leaned my head back, and he trailed his lips down my neck, making my heart beat wildly in my chest. I had to stop. I had to get control over what I was doing, but it was so difficult. Between the alcohol and the fact that I had wanted this since the first day, my mind was the only thing saying stop while the rest of me was screaming for him to take me. I could feel his hand shifting to the inside of my thigh, and I slowly moved my legs apart, letting him run his fingers up to the edge of my panties. He slid his fingertips right next to my wetness and a gasp and moan escaped my chest. I opened my eyes and brought my legs back together, trying to get myself into a place where I could control myself.

He leaned back, grabbing the back of the chair next to him and breathed deeply. I could tell he was trying to control himself as well, and I was fighting myself to keep my hands to myself. I wanted to pull him back in, keep going, and just let the night take us. Then, there was my conscious, and it was starting to rear its ugly head.

“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I need to have better self-control than that.”

“Don’t apologize.” I smiled. “It is not your fault that I want you so badly. This attraction is out of control.”

“It is,” he said stepping forward, his eyes darkening again.

Slowly he reached his hand up, pushing the rogue strands of hair from my face and leaning in, kissing my lips ever so lightly. I could feel electricity move through my entire body, and I held my breath, not wanting the moment to end. He pushed his mouth harder against mine, but before I could reach my hands forward to pull him in close, the phone on the counter next to us went off. I looked over and saw my father’s name on the screen. Tanner started to laugh, and I turned the phone over, allowing it to go to voicemail.

“If that isn’t a sign,” he said, “I don’t know what is.”

“I had a really good night.” I reaching up and kissed his cheek. “Maybe this is all for the best.”

He smiled and grabbed his coat off the chair, wrapping it around his shoulders. I walked him to the door and stood there as he leaned over and kissed me softly, pulling away before we could get ourselves lost in another kiss. I watched as he left, blushing when he looked back and flashed me a charming smile. I closed the door and locked it, leaning my back against the cold metal and sighing. That man was going to drive me absolutely insane. Just as that thought passed through my mind, I could hear the beeping of my phone, letting me know I had a missed call. I sighed and walked over, figuring I should probably call my father back before he called again. I dialed the number and sat down on the couch in the living room, bracing myself for the conversation.

“Hey, baby girl,” he said.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“I just wanted to call and see how your first week at work went,” he said, sounding enthusiastic.

“It went great,” I replied. “We did a lot of financial analysis, some workups for clients, and I met a lot of the other staff.”

“That’s so great, honey,” he said. “What’s your boss’s name?”

“Oh, uh, Rick. Rick Tanner.” I slapped myself in the forehead. Should have been prepared for that question. “But he’s barely ever there.”

“They usually aren’t.” He laughed.

“How’s Mom?” I wanted to change the subject drastically, since I was feeling overwhelmed by guilt for lying.

My father had always been one of the hardest-headed people I ever met, but he was also the biggest family man I had ever seen as well. He and I had been really close through the years, especially once he realized I was more like him and nothing like my mother, except for the way she looked. We were both dark-haired beauties, as my dad like to call us. I knew he was proud of me, but I felt absolutely terrible for lying to him. If he found out, he would be so hurt. I didn’t have a lot of close relationships, and damaging ours would be devastating.

“She’s good,” he sighed. “You know, being your mother.”

“Is the new cook making good meals?”

“Your mother fired him his second day,” he said. “She’s a tough one.”

“No kidding,” I scoffed.

“Well, kiddo,” he said. “I’m going to head to bed. Just wanted to check in on you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I replied, smiling. “Have sweet dreams.”

“You, too.”

I got off the phone and looked down at it, shaking my head at both his wit and my guilt spilling out everywhere. Well, I guess I had to make my own decisions at some point, and that point was now. I tossed my phone to the side and stretched, realizing how alone I was in the apartment. Tanner had just been there, pressing his body against mine, moving his lips over my skin, and letting me know just how much he wanted my body. As I sat there thinking about what could have been, the heat rose again in my stomach. If only I had asked him to stay, we would be rolling around on my bed in throes of passion right now. Instead, I was sitting here, thinking about rolling around in the bed, and he was on his way back to his place.

I got up, deciding bed was probably my next best course of action since I was feeling pretty tipsy and self-serving at that moment. I took off all my clothes and climbed in under the covers, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and imagined Tanner there in my bed, his hands moving up and over my body. I could almost feel every one of his fingers caressing my thighs and pushing down against my wet mound. I sighed and slid my hand down my belly and through my folds, rubbing my clit with my palm. Immediately, fire went through my belly, and I knew I wasn’t getting out of this without an orgasm. I took my other hand and sucked on two of my fingers, rubbing them down and then pushing them inside of myself. I moaned softly enough that only I could hear it and then went back into my head where Tanner was underneath the covers.

He moved his head up my legs and hovered over my pussy, his breath hot against my wetness. I reached up out of the covers and into the drawer of my nightstand. I pulled out a medium-sized pink vibrator and clicked it on, rubbing it softly against my nub, pretending that it was Tanner’s tongue. I tore the blankets off me and spread my legs wide, leaning my head back and moaning loudly as the pulsating action of the rubber head bounced softly against me. I pushed down on it, sliding it downward and inside of me, wanting to prolong the feeling of building pressure even though I could come right then if I wanted to.

I began to fuck myself with the vibrator, sitting up slightly in the bed and wrapping my whole hand around it as I plunged it deep and hard inside of me. I imagined Tanner there, his hard muscles flexing as he thrust his hips over and over against me, his cock sopping wet from my juices. I moaned loudly, turning myself on by the sounds coming from my own throat, picturing him there doing it to me, as hard and fast as he could. I slipped the vibrator out and back up to my clit, rubbing it in circles, wishing I had more than one. Wishing even more that I had Tanner there to do it for me. I leaned back against the bed, wanting to feel the buildup nice and slow, imagining that I was getting ready to come all over his cock. I reached out with one hand and grabbed the bed as I used the other hand to control the vibrator.

The rubber on the head was smooth and slick from my wetness, and it easy slipped back and forth over my hard nub, while swooping down and moving deep inside of me where it vibrated against my walls. I closed my eyes once again and imagined Tanner fucking me so hard he was ready to explode. I gripped the bed next to me imagining him thrusting deep and holding it there. I pulsed the vibrator inside of me, pretending it was his cock, exploding, and pumping his hot seed while pleasure ran through his body. The vision in my head was too much for me to hold on any longer. I pulled the vibrator out and flipped myself onto my knees reaching back and rubbing it hard against my clit. I arched my back as the pleasure began to spread, my body erupting in orgasm as I pushed the dildo in and out, over and back, allowing every single part of my body to feel the sensation.

I screamed loudly, grabbing my nipple and twisting it as the erotic feeling of release flushed through every part of my body. I sat there for several minutes, unable to move, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me and causing me to shake and tremble. When my body began to relax, I turned the knob and dropped the vibrator into the bed, collapsing onto my stomach and groaning in defeat. God that felt so good. If only it were Tanner’s doing. Instead, I opened my eyes and remembered that the house was quiet, and he was on his way back to his place. How depressing to be twenty-five and have your Dad cock-block you.

I thought that would have satisfied me, help me give up on the idea of having Tanner like I wanted to, but as I lay there thinking about him, I realized nothing but his cock was going to satiate this lust.