Chapter 20
Logan
“This is the second plan in two weeks I’ve seen on my desk, and this is even worse than the first. There are only three strikes, Dan,” I growl into my Bluetooth ear piece.
I’ve been on edge for a week now, and this conference call is seconds away from pushing me over the cliff. With my hand on the annoying ear piece, I take a deep breath, trying not to break a third device in a week, but my temper is through the roof at the smallest of agitations these days.
Strangely enough, I wish stress was the root cause of my frustration. I’m used to that, and know how to handle a lagging business deal. Finessing a contract was my specialty. I could close a deal in my sleep.
What I couldn’t handle was avoidance, and that’s what Ava was forcing me to deal with. She’d shut me out. In over a week I haven’t heard a word from her. Rodrick assured me she hasn’t been to her office, which leads me to believe her assistant after she continuously told me she no longer worked at her firm.
Knowing I could be the reason for her walking away from a field she obviously loved was too much for me to bear.
She could at least talk to me. Let me know she’s okay. While what I did was far from perfect, it didn’t warrant this type of reaction. Some people would call what I did romantic. I mean, I did take the girl across the world to show her how interested I was, and our time together could never be discounted to anything beneath magical.
“Did you hear that, Mr. Draper?” Dan’s voice comes through the earpiece as I stand before the wall of windows lining my office, looking out over the busy city.
“What?” I bark.
“I said, we can only work with what we have, and you’ve been quite reserved with the authorization of resources for this project.” His response is curt, and far too combative for my liking.
My jaw is clenched as I prepare for a verbal assault when my office door swings opens, slamming shut just as I turn to the commotion.
Blinking in disbelief, the real reason Dan is seconds away from being fired stares back at me with as much hostility in her eyes as I feel in my chest.
Words are unnecessary as Ava’s stance and glare burn through me, but I’m too upset to back down, staring back at her with even more intensity.
For a split second, her eyes soften, her shoulders slightly relaxing as she continues to silently scold me. Anyone else might have missed it, but I know her enough to tell she’s still affected by me, and before I can second guess it, I walk to her, ending the conference call with a push of a button before throwing it so hard against the wall I hear it shatter behind me.
She takes two steps to me before I’ve made my way across the room, and she’s in my arms. Before either of us can speak a word, our mouths find each other, and her small feet climb me like a tree. Lifting her up, she grips my hair with both hands as her legs wrap around my waist.
With a press of a button, I lock my door and frost the glass windows of my office so I can see nothing but her. Cradling the nape of her neck with one hand, I use the other to clear my desk of everything but my monitor before gently laying her back on the glass surface.
“They’ll hear us,” is all she says. Her voice is even sexier than I remember. I’m so hard it hurts looking down at her beautiful body, her legs falling aside to make room for me.
“It’s soundproof. Nobody will hear us,” I assure her, leaning down to kiss her neck as she moans, still gripping my hair as I make my way along her body. Tugging at her nipples with my teeth, she arches into me, her groan mixed with a shriek.
“I want you,” she says.
It’s not a request, or a plea, it’s an order.
“I have to taste you,” I explain before lifting her short dress to find her pussy glistening with arousal.
Wasting no time, I slide my tongue deep inside her, tasting the sweetness I’ve missed so much. Her muscles clench around me as she tries to inch back on the desk, but I grip her hips, holding her in place.
“Please, Logan.”
“Please, what?” I ask after kissing her clit.
“I want to feel you.” She looks at me with a lustful hunger, and I quickly unbuckle my belt and pants, desperate to give her anything she could possibly desire in this world.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders as I sink into her wetness, and we shudder in unison as I still myself inside of her.
“I missed you so much,” I whisper into her ear as my hips begin to pump my length into her.
“Logan,” she whispers, her head falling back, exposing her neck and I take complete advantage, licking and sucking her soft skin.
“I missed you too,” she whispers in my ear and I have to clench my teeth to stop myself from exploding before I’ve pushed her to climax.
With my hands on each of her hips, I slam into her hard and rough, but still slow and sensual, as we grip onto each other with an intense longing and gratification I can’t even put into words.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” I growl, biting back my orgasm, while Ava swirls her tongue around my ear.
“Fuck me, Logan.”
Clenching my eyes closed and pushing down the urge to fill her with my cum, my hips surge forward, slamming into her again and again. Her tight pussy squeezing around my cock is the best feeling in the world.
“Yes! Oh, God,” she moans, pulling my hair while she rocks back and forth with me.
Our bodies are synced. When I move, she follows, chasing my cock for more at every turn. The vibrations in my body are building from my chest, riddling throughout with an intensity I’ve never felt before. In the time I haven’t heard from her, she’s owned my thoughts, and now she owns my body.
There’s nothing I won’t do for this woman, and the sex is so much more than physical, a sensation I’ve never experienced before. I feel her everywhere, and deep yearning to please her calls from every corner of my body.
“Ava, baby,” I moan, her sex feeling like home to me. In this moment, I am certain I never want anyone else ever again. She is it for me, and I’ll spend my life convincing her to forgive me.
“Oh, Logan,” she cries, her limbs wrapped so tightly around me I can barely move.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, humping her body with every ounce of energy within in.
“Logan!”
“I’m sorry,” I groan as her pussy creams on my length, her orgasm just seconds away. Knowing she’s close to a climax arouses me further, and my own impending release forces my abdomen to flex.
“I’ll make it up to you, Ava,” I promise her with my words and my body, hoping she can feel the sincerity from my heart.
Our bodies race together, our collisions faster and harder as we near our respective explosions, and my body begins to unravel.
Animalistic instincts take over, and my hips lunge forward, thrusting my manhood so deep I can’t even keep my eyes open as my balls draw up and I fight my urge, slowing to stop myself.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, lifting her hips to increase the pace.
“No… slow… oh, shit,” I groan, unable to stop her or myself.
Gripping her waist to hold her steady as a last resort, I slow our rhythm, but she doesn’t seem pleased.
“Stop… I want to feel you.”
“Ava baby,” I try to reason, but my brain is lost to pleasure, unable to articulate one thought.
“I don’t care, Logan. I want to feel you,” she repeats, increasing our pace again as I hunch over, sliding in and out of her slickness, forgetting everything but my need to come.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” I growl, humping hard and fast, my movements erratic without any finesse.
“Yes, Logan!” She yells loudly, and I feel myself lose it, unable to hold out another second.
My eyes roll back as my pleasure runs over, and her pussy grips me just as my semen shoots off inside of her.
“Logan!” She calls out as she comes for me, clenching down as she does every time I bring her to climax.
“Fuck!” I grunt loudly.
She’s milking me for every drop and I love every second of it, growling her name as I release all the pent-up frustration and anger from the past week, tension rolling off my back in beads of sweat.
Panting, still inside of her, Ava slowly drops her arms, and then her legs, as her limbs fall limp on my desk. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her to the ground with me, our bodies exhausted from the release as we settle onto the thick carpet of my office.