On His Desk by Mia Faye

Chapter 19

AVA

Michael has tucked me into the crook of his arm as the car heads toward my place. His other hand is busy scrolling through his emails on his phone. He smells fresh and manly and I feel like a complete slut wearing the same clothes I had on the previous day. But it’s a short ride to my place and I can’t wait to shower and change clothes.

I am sweetly sore after our night of passion. I lost count of the number of times we made love. All I remember is feeling Michael’s hands on me during the night, turning to him and feeling my body melt into his.

I feel guilty that I’ll be going in to work late while he’s going to the office. I need at least an hour’s nap to feel remotely normal. Every inch of my body screams of exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion that makes you have a permanent idiotic smile.

William parks the car outside my apartment building but keeps the engine running. Michael kisses my forehead. “You’re home, baby.”

I inhale sharply. It’s the first time that he’s using an endearment when we’re out of bed. I ignore the surge of joy that comes over me.

He tips my chin and kisses me lightly on the mouth. “I’ll see you later. Morning off. That’s an order.”

“See you later,” I tell him and slip out of the car. Minutes later, I am in the safety of my apartment building and I can’t wait to strip off my clothes.

“Walk of shame?” a voice says as I’m shutting the main building door.

I whirl around and come face to face with a grinning Miley. I narrow my eyes as I take in her wrinkled trousers.

“That makes two of us,” I tell her.

We stare at each other for a few seconds and then double up in laughter. The elevator chimes and opens but we’re unable to stop laughing. A solemn-looking man walks by, staring at us and giving us a wide berth.

“Want to come in for coffee?” I ask Miley. It feels so good to see her rather than send each other messages on the phone.

“Sure,” she says.

We enter my apartment and head straight to the kitchen.

“Nice,” Miley says, eyeing my new coffee maker.

“Thanks,” I tell her. “I desperately need a change of clothes. Make us coffee, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Go ahead,” Miley says.

In my bedroom, I strip off and change into comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt. I run a comb through my hair and return to the kitchen. Our coffee is ready, and I perch on the kitchen stool next to Miley.

“Thanks, this is great,” I tell Miley after taking a sip of my coffee.

“I know,” Miley says and sighs. “This is my first coffee of the day. Alec had to be at the hospital early and we didn’t have time for coffee.”

I turn to her. “You and Alec have really hit it off.”

She smiles and a soft look comes over her features. “He’s awesome and so sexy.”

“Love?” I ask her.

“Maybe,” she smiles.

I put on an expression of mock shock. “What have you done to my best friend?”

She laughs. “I know, I know. But every so often you meet someone special. Alec is one such person. I don’t want to overthink it or worry but so far so good and he feels the same way.”

I’m happy for her. No one deserves to find happiness more than Miley does.

“What about you, how are things going with the heavenly endowed Michael?” she says.

I giggle at the memory of Miley walking in on us in my bedroom. “Pretty good actually. I met his daughter and ex-girlfriend yesterday.”

She raises a questioning eyebrow. and I tell her the whole tale.

“Wow!” she says when I’m finished. “Imagine finding out that you have a six-year-old daughter. Poor man!”

“He’s adjusted pretty quickly. He’ll be an awesome dad,” I say and at the back of my mind, I can’t help but think how it would be if Michael and I had a baby.

I catch myself before I get too much into that fantasy. I need to be on guard. Michael is the kind of man who is too easy to fall for. And that is asking for trouble. I remember the hot woman we met at the grocery store. I do not want to follow after her footsteps... Have an affair with Michael and then want more. That’s the easiest way to push him away. I remember the disdain on Michael’s face when she asked him to call again. That will not be me, I vow to myself.

“How is she, his ex?” Miley says.

“Blond, legs that go on for days and a body that should be on playboy,” I say and swallow the jealousy that rises up my throat. “A bit empty between the ears.”

“Are you sure this is sex only?” Miley asks.

I nod. “It can’t be anything else. That’s why we’re so great together. Because there are no expectations.”

We talk a little longer and then Miley has to get ready to meet a client and I need to nap for an hour before going to work.

***

I’m a different person when I walk out of the elevator at half ten. I feel refreshed and well-rested and ready to work. I peek into Michael’s office. He’s staring intently at the screen.

“Morning,” I call out.

He looks up and smiles. “Hi, you look invigorated.” Seeing him now sends a near electric current sizzling through me.

“I feel a lot better,” I admit and feel my cheeks heating up at the reminder of the previous night.

“Come on over and have a look. I’m researching interior designers who specialize in children’s spaces and I think I’ve found one.”

I enter his office and walk around the desk to stand behind Michael. I sniff appreciatively as his musky, rich cologne wafts up my nostrils. I fight the urge to kiss the back of his neck.

"This is an example of his work," Michael says.

On the screen is a girl’s paradise. A bedroom decorated in pinks and purples with a bed that is shaped like a castle. Half of the bedroom is a play area complete with a slide and a swing set.

"What do you think?" Michael says.

"It's perfect,” I say, my voice filled with the awe that I feel.

Elly is one lucky girl to have Michael as her dad.

"See if you can get him on the phone and set up an appointment. He'll probably want to come to the house. Tell him to give us his earliest date. I'll make it worth his while."

"Okay,” I say and mentally note down his name.

"Hey," Michael says as I'm leaving. "Not so fast. " He pushes his chair back and beckons me to sit on his lap.

I'm only too happy to. I walk back, wrap my hands around his neck as I sit on his lap facing the side. His hands go around my waist. He raises his mouth to kiss me.

I enjoy the feel of his lips against mine and I sigh with pleasure as the kiss deepens. Michael runs the tip of his tongue over my lips making me swoon. His hands caress my hips and come up to cup my breasts. My nipples harden as they anticipate his touch. His cock pushes against my right thigh and Michael lets out a deep guttural groan.

I thread my fingers through his hair, loving the softness of his thick hair. He traces my nipples with his thumbs and then pinches them. I gasp as a gush of wetness dampens my panties.

"Are you wet? Michael breaks the kiss to whisper into my ear.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Let me see," he says, and I part my legs for him.

He slides his hand between my legs and I almost scream when his hand comes into contact with my pussy. He cups it and squeezes and this time I let out a cry. Slowly he moves his hand over my panties, making a trail over my slit. I'm desperate for more and I squirm as his hand explores my pussy.

"Please," I beg.

"What do you want, baby?" Michael says.

"I need you to touch my pussy," I say.

He slides a hand under the hem of my panties and I almost weep with relief when his finger comes into contact with my clit. He makes delicious circular movements on my sensitive nob.

I cup my hand over his cock and Michael growls. Without breaking his touch on my clit, he unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock.

"Straddle me," he says and helps me to my feet.

I slide down my panties, hitch up my skirt, and sit on his lap facing him. His hand immediately finds my clit again and I wrap my hands around his cock. It throbs with hard warmth and I move my hand up and down, using the precum gathered at the tip as lubrication. Michael lets out a breath of hot air as I work his cock.

We bring each other to a quick orgasm with our hands and fingers. Michael’s cream splashes onto my thighs and after we clean up with wipes, we sit grinning at each other.

"Where have you been all my life?" Michael says and pulls me for a hug.

I laugh at that cocky misused line. "Time to get back to work."

My work as Michael’s Personal Assistant doesn’t feel like work at all. I wake up every morning excited about going to work.

I blow him a kiss and head to my office. My body feels tingly and alive after that session and I can’t keep a grin from my face. I try to remember if it had been that way between Barry and me and to my surprise I cannot dredge up any memories. It's as if Barry has been wiped from my past. I'm not complaining.

I turn on the computer and force my mind to work. The first thing I do is look up the interior designer’s contacts. I find his number easily enough and minutes later I'm talking to him. His name is Philip McClean and he’s jovial and excited about Elly's room when I tell him what we need. We agree to meet at lunch the following day in Michael’s apartment.

That done, I open Michael’s email and use it to update his schedule. I leave the afternoon free in case the meeting with the interior designer goes long.

I'm about to go and remind him about his meeting with a group of entrepreneurs on the second floor when I hear his footsteps. He enters my office, places his hands on my desk, and leans forward to kiss me.

“I’ll be downstairs,” Michael says and leaves.

I’ve never felt so pleased with my life.