On His Desk by Mia Faye
Chapter 18
MICHAEL
I’m nervous as hell as Paige and Elly ride the elevator up to my apartment. It beeps and slides open, and there she is. My beautiful daughter. Paige takes her hand and they step out of the elevator.
Paige giggles. “Since when do you cook?” she says gesturing at my apron.
I forgot to remove my apron. “I’m the assistant cook. A fancy name for someone who gets sent to wash and fetch things.”
I turn my gaze to Ella and as the full force of the knowledge that she’s my daughter hits me, fierce protective feelings come over me. A surreal feeling comes over me. We share the same DNA with this girl. She’s part me and part Paige.
As I take in her gorgeous blue eyes and perfect little face, I fall in love for the first time in my life. I long to take her in my arms and hold her tight. But I restrain myself. I don’t want to frighten her away.
“Hi, you must be Elly,” I tell her in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine.
This little girl has turned me to mush just be looking at me with her sweet innocent eyes.
“This is mommy’s friend, Elly, the one I told you about. His name is Michael Fowler,” Paige says.
Elly stares at me intently as if trying to place me. Then a smile breaks out on her face and she reveals two missing front teeth. She is adorable. “Hi,” she says.
“Do you like spaghetti and meatballs?’ I ask her. “That’s what we’re having for dinner.
The smile fades from Elly’s face and she stares at her mother accusingly. “Mom said we wouldn’t have to eat.”
Paige caps her hand over her mouth and leans to me. “She’s a terrible eater.”
“You don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry,” I tell her. All I want is to see that smile again.
She cheers up and loses interest in me. She looks around the house. I invite them to sit down just as Ava strides in with a smile that makes my chest swell.
“Ava, come and meet our dinner guests,” I say. “This is Paige and this pretty girl is Elly.”
Paige nods at Ava, a puzzled look on her face.
“Ava is my Personal Assistant,” I tell Paige.
She nods at Ava and immediately dismisses her. Paige has always been snobbish. One would think she’d been born into money. Like Charles and I, she also grew up in a small rural town.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Ava says and then smiles at Elly. She looks at me. “Dinner is ready.”
“I’m not eating, right, Mom?” Elly says.
“Fine,” Paige says flippantly.
I’ve never been a parent but from what I’ve seen, parents take the issue of their children’s feeding patterns a bit more seriously than Paige seems to.
I shepherd everyone to the dining room. Ava is a darling and she’s already brought out the food.
“Do you eat dinner with your assistant every night?” Paige says as we sit down.
“Ava and I do a lot of things together,” I tell Paige and her face flushes. Paige operates by intimidating people. I see through her act and she knows that.
Elly eyes the food as we each serve ourselves. “I’ll have a little,” she says, and Ava serves her a few spoonfuls of spaghetti and meatballs.
I try not to stare but I can’t keep my eyes from Elly. An avalanche of emotions come over me. I know so little about her and yet my heart is bursting with love for her.
“I like your house,” Elly says, looking around my formal dining room. She’s not intimidated by its size or elegance, but I imagine that they live in very opulent surroundings.
“You’re welcome to come any time. You can even spend a night if you like,” I tell her. “If your mom agrees.”
Paige shrugs. “I don’t see why not.” She looks around. “Though I don’t think this place is exactly suitable for a child.”
“I’ll redecorate one of the bedrooms,” I say and then turn to Elly. “What is your favorite color?”
It’s a good thing that Elly is six years old otherwise she would have realized the oddness of a stranger redecorating his house for a friend’s child.
“I have two,” Elly says. “Pink and purple.”
“Then we’ll use both,” I tell her.
Her little face lights up and she smiles. I’d do anything for her. All she has to do is ask. I’d never tire of seeing her smile. Who knew that little girls were so enthralling?
“The next time you come, it’ll be done. Ava will help me,” I say and look at Ava, who nods.
“Of course,” Ava says.
After dinner, Paige says they have to go as it’s getting close to Elly’s bedtime. We walk to the elevator. I go down to my knees and Elly throws her arms around me in a warm hug. I feel as if a part of my heart is being torn apart when they say goodbye and enter the elevator.
I sigh deeply when it closes.
“That went well,” I tell Ava.
“She’s a beautiful little girl. There’s no mistaking that she’s your daughter. Her resemblance to you is striking.”
That makes me feel inordinately pleased. “Really?” I ask and she nods.
I’m still the same person but I feel as if something inside me has shifted. I want to shout it to the whole world. “I’m a father!” With time, I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to be the best dad in this whole world, I think to myself as we clear up the dishes.
Later, Ava and I sit on opposite ends of the couch and drink some wine.
“Your ex is very pretty,” Ava says.
“Is she? I’d never think of Paige as pretty. Beauty has to come from the inside.”
Beautiful people don’t choose a lover based on the size of their bank accounts. They don’t have a child with a man and choose not to tell him. I don’t tell any of that to Ava.
My gaze is drawn to her creamy thighs. Her skirt has ridden up her thighs and the material barely covers her panties. She makes no effort to pull it down and my blood heats up at the sight.
I place my glass on the table, slide off the couch, and go to my knees. Ava smiles as I get between her legs. She parts them and places her glass on the table.
I run my hands over her smooth skin, letting them skim over the hem of her panties before withdrawing. Ava moans softly every time my fingers graze her panties. I keep it up by touching her everywhere but her pussy.
The scent of her arousal is driving me crazy. Finally, I grip the waistband of her panties and pull them down. They are drenched with wetness. I push her back gently and push her legs apart. I growl as I dip my head between her legs and take my first lick of her pussy. She tastes so sweet and I lap at her pussy, hungry for every drop of her juices.
“I love your pussy, baby,” I tell her.
“Please, Michael,” Ava moans.
I chuckle softly. She loves having her pussy eaten as much as I love doing it. I take her legs and place them on my shoulders for better access. I work my tongue around her pussy, licking her sensitive parts until she screams and cries out my name.
When Ava comes, she wraps her legs around my neck and squeezes hard. I lap at her pussy harder and swallow her juices as they gush out from her.
“I want to fuck you on my bed,” I growl.
I help her up from the couch and lead the way to the master bedroom. As soon as we enter, clothes fly as we tear them off each other and fall into bed together.
Our lips mesh as we kiss deeply. I lose myself in the heat of her body and the feel of her hands around my neck. I keep my eyes half-closed and watch as various emotions are drawn on Ava’s face. Passion, desire, and lust. I lower my body so that I’m eye to eye with her breasts. I pop one nipple into my mouth and fondle the other, teasing it by grazing my palm over its hardness.
“Yes, Michael,” Ava screams and arches her back.
My cock jerks and throbs but I’m determined to shower every bit of Ava with attention.
“Take me, Michael,” Ava says and pulls me up. “I want your big cock in my pussy.”
Her words make me almost cream myself. “I love you, woman!” I hold my cock and brace it over her glistening pussy.
Ava supports herself with her elbows and watches with half-closed eyes as my cock disappears into her pussy. “Fuck, that’s hot!” she says and lies back down and wraps her legs around me.
Our movements are fluid and slow. I want it to last as long as possible. Ava forks her fingers through my hair and murmurs my name over and over again. Making love with Ava is nothing like I have ever experienced. It feels almost as if we become one person. As though we were meant to be joined together. It’s weird and a little frightening but I tell myself it’s me being whimsical after an emotional evening.
We cling to each other as we orgasm and afterward, I wrap her in my arms and listen to the sound of our heartbeats.
After some time, Ava shifts and raises her face to look at me. “I should go home. Work tomorrow.”
“Why don’t you spend the night? You can have the morning off tomorrow.”
She smiles. “The perks of sleeping with the boss, huh?”
I slap her ass softly. “Yep.”
I watch Ava as she sleeps and a knot of anxiety forms in my stomach. We’re crossing the boundaries of an affair. I’m not afraid that I’ll fall in love with Ava. I don’t fall in love. I know I can reign in my feelings when I need to. I just hope that she can do the same.
