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Ava: Do you want to come over later?

 

I look down at the blue text bubble and sigh, then look to the heavens for mercy from this woman who was breaking me down day by day. It had been two days since I’d French kissed the hell out of Ava’s tits, and I’ve been avoiding being alone with her ever since.

I knew she wasn’t going to let me out of this that easily.

 

What about dinner? There’s a new Greek restaurant around the corner from my building. We can try it?

 

The more people around the better. Two nights ago, we went to dinner, and last night we saw a movie. Although that backfired, because sitting in the dark with Ava for two hours did nothing for the ache in my cock that comes with being around her.

 

Ava: I was thinking I could cook?

 

Fuck. I rub my face as I try to recall the last time I had a woman cook me dinner. Probably my mother. I’m sure there was a line a mile long of women who’d jump at the opportunity, but I never let things get that far.

My phone vibrates with another text from her.

 

Ava: I’m thinking mac and cheese?

 

I shake my head as I can see what she’s doing. Ava’s mom, Melanie Remington’s macaroni and cheese used to be my favorite food, and assumedly Ava knows how to make it as well. She thinks she’s so slick.

 

I know what you’re doing.

 

Ava: And what is that? Trying to feed a friend?

 

You can’t seduce me with food.

 

Ava: Actually, studies show that’s EXACTLY how you seduce a man ;)

 

I’m onto you, Remington.

 

Ava: Well, not yet...

 

I chuckle at her innuendo.

 

STOP! okay fine DINNER. That’s all. What should I bring?

 

Ava: Condoms?

I almost drop my phone when I get her text.

 

Ava!

 

She sends me a GIF of a giggling schoolgirl.

 

Ava: No need to bring anything. Just yourself!

 

Fine, when should I come?

 

My eyes widen when I see the three gray dots indicating she’s typing, and I immediately regret my choice of words.

 

OVER! When should I come over?

 

She sends me a smiley face that appears to be smirking alongside the words:

 

Ava: You’re lucky I’m in class and couldn’t land my joke fast enough.

 

I shake my head, but I can’t stop the smile from crossing my face. Her energy was contagious, and I couldn’t get enough.

 

Be there around 7, is that okay?

 

Ava: Perfect!

 

I set my phone to the side and press both of my hands to my face as I think about the long night I have ahead of me. A night of resisting Ava’s innocence, her advances.

She’s such a little anomaly. She’s so shy and innocent in some ways and yet so confident in asking for what she wants. Maybe because it’s me, and she trusts and feels comfortable with me? Happiness blooms in my chest thinking that despite my distance over the past six months, Ava still trusts me. My mind drifts back to the root of our trust…her brother. I groan thinking about the damage I’d do to Tucker’s face if he even thought about touching my little sister.

I look up to see my assistant Michelle standing in the entrance to my office.

“I’m--I’m sorry, Mr. Walsh, but I was knocking for quite some time. I… I got worried.”

“What, Michelle?”

She swallows nervously and brings me the coffee I always have right around this time. “Sir, is everything okay?”

“Fine, is Danny off his call?” I ask, referring to my COO.

“Yes, Mr. Walsh.”

“Great, tell him to get his ass in here now.”

 

 

After a debriefing with Danny, I’m on my way back to my penthouse four hours earlier than I usually leave work to prepare myself for a night alone with Ava Remington.

It takes me no time to get home, strip down naked, and climb into the shower. I need to get all of the pornographic thoughts about Ava out of my head now before I spend the evening with her. I turn the water on and let it beat down on me for a few seconds before my hand flies to my cock.

The girl from the coffee shop on Fourth Avenue. Perfect pouty lips I could slide my cock between as I pull her brown hair…like Ava… Next.

The owner of Carver Industries--his sexy little assistant with those dimples and those beautiful brown eyes…brown eyes…Ava. FUCK! Next.

The woman I slept with weeks ago—okay, the way she sucked my cock. She wasn’t half bad. Blonde hair, blue eyes, looked NOTHING like Ava. Okay, focus, Walsh. I’m doing everything I can to get myself going, but this visual is not working.

“God dammit, Ava!” I curse, and just like that, I’m hard as a rock. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I look down at my dick. “SERIOUSLY? As much ass as I’ve gotten you, and THIS is what you’re fixating on?!” I yell at my dick as if it can talk back to me.

Okay, maybe I should just do it once. No one will know. I’m in here alone. I’ll jack off one time. I try to ignore the thoughts creeping into my head that are laughing at me. One time? Yeah right. If you don’t fuck Ava soon, you’ll be living in this bathroom fucking her in your mind till the end of time.

“No, just once.” I groan as my hand finds my cock, then I picture Ava’s ass… Nope. Mouth? Try again. Tits? One more chance, Walsh.

I close my eyes, and I can see her plain as day spread out on my bed, begging me to fuck her. I picture my lips tracing the lips of her perfect, pink pussy. I slide my tongue through her folds, and I can almost taste her juices.

“Jackson, please, I need you so bad. Please fuck me.”

“God, yes, Ava,” I grunt aloud as I begin to pull harder on my cock.

I trace my lips up her body, and before my mind can tell me not to kiss her, my lips are on hers, devouring them hungrily.

“Why can’t we kiss, Jackson?”

“Shut up, Ava,” I growl at the voice in my head that sounds just like her.

“I know you want to kiss me.” She wraps her legs around me and presses her pussy against my torso, rubbing the wetness from between her legs on me.

“Jackson,” she groans. “Fuck me. Not just because I want my virginity done and over with…but because you want to. Because I want you to be my first. And you want to be my first too.”

“Fuck yes.” I’m pulling at my dick so hard at this point, and the second my mind allows me to penetrate Ava’s beautiful pussy, I lose it.

“FUCK! FUCKING FUCK. Ava!” I roar as ropes of thick cum begin to shoot out of my cock onto the shower tile. I don’t know how long I’m coming, and at one point I swear I black out for a second as her face flashes through my brain. After I’ve come down from the best orgasm I’ve ever given myself, I drop my dick like it’s on fire and punch the tile in front of me, knowing without a doubt, I am unbelievably fucked.

 

 

“Hi, Jackson!” Ava smiles as she grabs my hand and pulls me inside of her apartment. I don’t remember it being this small? But I guess I was pretty drunk the last time I was here, and then extremely hungover the next day. Her apartment smells heavenly, the scent of cheese and particularly Ava’s mother’s special recipe transporting me back almost twelve years ago. Holy nostalgia.

“God, it smells like your mom’s,” I tell her as I follow her inside. “I brought you these. “I hand her a bouquet of white flowers, and she cocks her head to the side. I was going to bring wine, but the last thing the two of us needed to be drinking was a ton of alcohol. I figured flowers were safe.

“Thank you, Jackson. They’re beautiful but… why?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t want to come empty-handed?”

She giggles and pulls out a vase. “Can you cut the stems and put them in water for me?”

“Can you grow a penis?” I ask her, wondering why she would think I would be capable of such. I hope she can sense that the ludicrousness of my statement rivals hers.

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Do you want some wine?”

One glass, Walsh. That’s it.

“Sure. Not too much though, early meeting tomorrow.”

“Mhmmm,” she says. A part of me was nervous she was going to be dressed in something that showed me the tits I had my mouth all over last night, but she’s in an NYU t-shirt and leggings, successfully hiding her lush curves.

She comes to sit next to me on the couch as the macaroni and cheese isn’t ready yet and sips her wine. “You seem nervous.”

“Not nervous.” I shake my head as I take a timid sip of the wine, when all I really want to do is down the whole goddamn bottle to take this nervous edge off.

“I’m not going to bite, Jackson.” She giggles. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” She bites her bottom lip, and I chuckle.

“You’re trouble.”

“Only around you. Something about you.” She shrugs. “I’m much shyer around other people. But you make me… feel…safe and relaxed.”

“You’re probably the only one.”

She giggles. “Hardass at work, I bet.”

“Because people are incompetent morons. And I have no qualms about telling them such.”

“So mean! Remind me to never piss you off.”

“Oh, I would never be mean to you, Ava.”

“Good. You better not.” She holds out her fist, and it reminds me of all the times we would play wrestle when we were kids.

She plays with the ends of her hair nervously as the silence washes over us. “Look, Jackson, I know you’re not really on board with…what I asked. You’ve made it clear you’re not interested in me like that, and it’s totally fine. I get it. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable,” she says. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she whispers, and before I can argue against it, I’ve dragged her into my lap.

“Ava, of course I’m not mad at you.” I spent the better part of this afternoon fantasizing about you in every position in the Kama Sutra. “In a different life…,” I trail off, “I would be all over you. Please don’t think it has anything to do with you. It’s just…who you are and who I am and one person in particular we have in common.”

“But I won’t tell him… I swear.”

“I know,” I tell her as I rub my thumb across her lip. “I would just feel too guilty. And I don’t know if I could live with myself.”

She nods in understanding, but I can see the disappointment etched across her perfect features. “You’re such a good friend to Tucker. I don’t think you even realize. He doesn’t deserve your friendship, that asshole.” She chuckles, and I’m touched hearing that she thinks I’m the good friend. “He really loves you.”

“Which is why I can’t do this to him. He loves you, Ava. He’d kill for you, and that includes me. Best friend or not, he and your father would kill me and make it look like an accident, and you know it.”

“I wouldn’t let them,” she tells me as her hands find my chest. “But like I said, I get it.”

I look up at the woman who has made her way back into my heart. Once upon a time I would have walked through hell for Ava. She was like another little sister to me, except significantly less annoying than my actual sister. She was my little munchkin, and now here she sat astride my lap, having transformed into the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

And I can’t have her.

But why can’t I? She was right, Tucker would never know.

But you’d know.

One time though?

One time would change everything. And you know once you get a taste of her, it won’t just be one time. She’s already becoming your drug, and you haven’t even had your first fix.

I swallow as I look around her small apartment, and for the first time I see how much Ava has changed from the ten-year-old I left behind all those years ago when I started school. She’s an adult; she’s in law school; she makes her own decisions. And she’s making this one. She’s going to have sex; she’s going to lose her virginity… probably to some asshole who wouldn’t even care about making it special for her.

Why not me? I would make it special. I would take my time, hold her hand and more importantly, make her come.

I look up to find her studying me.

“Okay. I’m in.”