On His Desk by Mia Faye
Chapter 20
MICHAEL
It’s been a busy morning returning phone calls and catching up with my emails. I get close to two hundred emails a day, about fifty of which Ava marks for my attention. It’s a relief when my inbox is cleared and I can turn my attention to Alternative Solutions, a tech start-up that Oliver and I are excited about.
I buzz Ava and moments later she comes swaying into my office. My eyes are immediately drawn to her skirt, which is the shorted she has worn so far. It clings to her thighs and I imagine if she bends the slightest, I’ll have a view of her ass cheeks.
I drag my eyes away. I really need to focus on work this morning considering we’ll be out in the afternoon. “Ava, would you please bring me the Alternative Solutions file?”
“Sure,” she says, her demeanor professional. It turns me on to see her act like nothing goes on between us.
My gaze is glued to her curvy ass as she sashays out of my office. I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding. I stare at the screen of my computer without registering what is on it.
Ava returns with the file and as she’s walking across the floor, her pen drops. It rolls to the corner of the room. I’m suspicious as to how it could have rolled on the level floor but I don’t really care. My body tenses as I watch Ava stroll to it and bend over to pick it up.
Her skirt rides up and exposes her ass cheeks. My cock swells and I’m panting for more. Her face, when she turns, gives away no emotions but I know that she’s teasing me. She comes around to my side of the desk and places the file on the desk. Her breasts brush against my face in a seemingly innocent gesture.
I can’t concentrate on anything else now except what is underneath her skirt. Is she wearing any panties? I desperately need to know.
I can’t help myself. I push my chair back and let my hand slide up her thigh.
Ava slaps it away. “Didn’t you tell me you have a lot of work to get through this morning?”
“Just a tiny touch,” I tell her.
“Okay,” Ava says and then plants one high-heeled leg on top of my desk.
“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath.
She has no panties. I place my hands on her thighs and push her leg further apart. Her pink pussy glistens with moisture. I inhale the sweet scent of her arousal. I touch her exposed clit with a finger and Ava gasps. She’s so wet and ready for me. I push a finger in and use my thumb to rub her clit.
“Yes!” Ava cries.
I add a second finger and pump her pussy. She throws her head back and rocks her hips in rhythm with my fingers. My cock strains against my pants but there’s nothing to be done about that now. Ava’s pleasure comes first and nothing pleases my ear more than hearing the sweet sounds of her cries.
I love the way her pussy squeezes against my fingers and I imagine it squeezing my cock. With my free hand, I reach out and squeeze her nipples through the material of her blouse.
Ava whimpers and writhes on my desk and I know that she’s close to coming. I quicken the thrusts of my fingers and add a third. A scream escapes her lips and I grin. She looks so hot with her head thrown back in wild abandon. I feel the tremble of her body and the muscles of her pussy clench around my fingers.
“Yes! I’m coming, Michael,” she cries as her whole body shudders and juices soak my fingers.
I caress her thighs with my free hand while the other is still buried in her pussy. Her chest gradually stops heaving as her breath returns to normal. With reluctance, I withdraw my fingers and Ava straightens up.
She grins at me. “Have I told you how much I enjoy working for you?”
I smile. “I’m sure you do. Now how about taking care of your boss.” I grab my cock through my pants and put on an expression of pain.
Ava slides of the desk and smooths down her skirt. “Sorry, no time. I don’t want to be the one keeping you from your work. Later… I promise.”
“Tease!” I call out as she glides out of my office.
I groan as my cock throbs and consider jerking myself off but quickly discard the idea. We’re going to my apartment after all. There will be time after the interior designer leaves.
I don’t plan to return to the office. With that thought, I turn my mind to work and ignore the painful throbbing in my pants.
***
I’m proud of myself for managing to finish the work I’d set out to do. Ava and I are in my car been driven to my apartment. A cool breeze blows in from the open window as the car glides smoothly along the busy New York roads.
I stare out at the passing buildings and a surge of pride goes through me. I came to New York with nothing and now years later, my company has become a household name in financial circles.
“You look so thoughtful,” Ava says.
I smile at her. “I was thinking about how much the company has grown and feeling proud of myself.”
“Humble not,” Ava says, a smile teasing her lips.
“What’s there to be humble about? There’s something someone smart once said. If you’re looking for a reason to explain your lack of success in a particular area, just look in the mirror. If you’re looking for a reason to attribute your success, look in the mirror.
“I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am and am proud of myself. You have to own your success and pat yourself on the back. Not for too long though, just enough to motivate yourself to keep going.”
“That makes sense,” Ava says in an effort to placate me, but her words have put me on the defensive.
William pulls over when we get to my street and parks the car in front of my apartment building. He jumps out and opens the door. I’m not the kind of person who’ll insist on opening the car door for myself just to prove that I’m still humble. Hell no! I’ve worked hard for the life that I have, and I enjoy the perks that come with it. I stride ahead of Ava and wait for her at the glass doors as the doorman opens them and nods respectfully.
“Hey, I was just teasing you back there,” Ava says when we’re in the elevator. She looks anxious and my irritation ebbs away.
“It’s fine,” I tell her. “I guess I’m a little touchy when it comes to my success.” I reach out and pull her into my arms. I kiss her mouth and reach between her legs to cup her pussy.
“I love that you don’t have any panties on,” I tell her. “I love knowing that I can touch your beautiful pussy at any time.”
The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. We break apart long enough to get out of the elevator. I pull Ava back into my arms and plant soft kisses on her neck. She smells good enough to eat. She sighs and rests her hands on my head.
I drop my attention to her blouse and pop open the buttons. She shrugs off her blouse and I fondle her breasts. Impatient to hold them, I push her bra down and her gorgeous nipples are laid bare for my eyes.
I flick her nipples with my tongue, and she moans. I bite each nipple softly and Ava lets out a sharp cry. I pop a nipple into my mouth and suck on it hard before switching and taking the other. I love how Ava tastes. Her mouth, her nipples, her pussy… everywhere.
The sound of a vibrating phone pulls me from Ava’s breasts.
“Not now!” Ava says but reaches for her handbag and removes her phone.
I continue licking and playing with her nipples as she takes the call. Her words are strained. “We’ll let you up shortly,” she says, and I figure out that it’s the designer. I had completely forgotten about him. I give her nipples one last lick before I straighten up and pull Ava’s bra back in place.
“To be continued,” I tell Ava and adjust my trouser to hide my boner
Ava quickly puts her blouse back on and within seconds she looks decent, but her face is flushed. I got to the elevator to let the designer up.
Philip is a short, happy-looking man and he steps out of the elevator wearing a huge smile. We introduce ourselves and he pumps my hand.
He gets to business immediately. “Which room is it that you want to convert?” he says.
I lead the way to the bedroom I’ve designated as Elly’s. It’s spacious and has an enclosed balcony where she can look at the stars at night.
“This is lovely,” Phillip says, pad and paper in his hand. “Does she have favorite color and activities?”
“She likes purple and pink,” I say. “I don’t know about her favorite activities,” I say sheepishly. It’s sad that I know so little about my six-year-old daughter. That will change soon. I intend to spend as much time as I can with her, getting to know her and making up for lost time.
Phillip has a lot of ideas and soon has Ava and me excited about the room. He takes measurements of the room and when he’s done, he promises to send some preliminary designs via email.
“I can’t wait for Elly to see it when it’s done,” I tell Ava.
“It’s going to be gorgeous,” Ava says.
Her opinion means a lot to me and I’m glad she’s excited too. She deserves a gift, something beautiful like her. Jewelry. All women love an expensive piece of jewelry. I make a note to contact my favorite jewelry store and order something pretty for Ava.
“Now,” I tell her. “How about we continue where we left off?”
“Yes, please,” Ava says, her gaze dropping to the bulge in my pants.
