On His Desk by Mia Faye
Chapter 26
AVA
I’ve hardly spent two hours with Michael this week. He and Oliver have been busy with the sale of the software company. He’s busy in the evenings as well, with Paige and Elly. He’s invited me a few times to have dinner with them, but I feel as if I’m barging into their family time.
I wrap up for the day, still hoping that Michael will come back before I leave. He and Oliver have been locked up in the conference room on the second floor with a bunch of lawyers. I dilly dally for several minutes and when I realize that he’s not coming back, I request an Uber.
My apartment feels empty and I feel restless. I miss Michael. Stupid, I know. I could have gone up to Miley’s, but she texted me earlier, and she a client with her. Instead, I decide to relax with a magazine.
I change into a pair of shorts and a sleeveless top with no bra. It feels glorious. I sprawl on the couch and leaf through the magazine I bought recently. These days I veer toward financial magazines in an effort to school myself on Hyperion Limited.
It’s fascinating to transcribe Michael’s meeting recordings. I especially love the ones between him and Oliver and how they arrive at a decision to invest in a company. I also ensure that I read the notes that are sent through from downstairs, taken from meetings with entrepreneurs.
I’ve learned a lot in a short time and I find myself thinking like a venture capitalist when I read the proposals that come to Michael’s email.
The doorbell rings, jolting me from my thoughts. Puzzled I go to the front door and press the intercom.
“Hi, baby, it’s me.”
My heart skips a beat and I quickly buzz Michael in.
He comes bounding in and immediately takes me into his arms. “You feel so good,” he says and nibbles my neck which tickles and I giggle.
“What are you doing here?” I say as his hands roam all over my back and then come to my chest.
“If I knew this is how you dress when you’re alone, I’d be surprising you every day,” Michael says as his hands snake under my top to my bra-less boobs.
I’m so happy to see him. I cup his cheeks and kiss him on the lips.
“I take it that you missed me too,” he says, his thumbs teasing my nipples. They grow stiff as his fingers softly play with them.
“I did,” I say with a sigh. I caress his shoulders, loving the feel of his muscles under my hands.
What starts off as mild petting escalates and before I know it, we’re grinding against each other and Michael has my legs wrapped around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom. I thread my hands through his hair.
He deposits me on the bed, pushes my top up, and ravishes my breasts. This is unexpected and beyond delicious. Michael and I haven’t made love the whole week and for us, that is a lifetime. We’re hungry for each other and before long, I’m begging him to take me.
“I want you now, Michael,” I tell him, trying to lift him away from my boobs. “Please.”
He drops and using his teeth, he pulls down my shorts and uses his hands the rest of the way. I wriggle out of them and throw my thong-clad legs apart. Michael gets off the bed and pops open the buttons on his shirt; all the while his sexy blue eyes rake over my body.
Michael has a way of looking at me that makes me feel as if I’m the most desirable woman he has ever met. I feel twenty feet tall when he looks at me with hunger in his eyes. Like he’s doing now.
I salivate at the sight of his cock, rock hard and jutting out proudly. He comes to bed and lies on his back.
“I want you to ride me,” Michael says.
I don’t need to be asked twice. I straddle him and brace my pussy over his cock. I slide his cock in and let out a gasp of pleasure. Michael grips my waist and moves me up and down on his cock.
I love the sound of masculine groans filling my apartment mixed with my soft ones. The sounds of two people giving each other pleasure.
“Your cock feels so good,” I tell Michael.
“It’s all yours, baby,” Michael says.
Thoughts of Paige invade my mind, but I push them out. She’s his ex, nothing more. Michael’s cock hits a pleasure point and I scream. My orgasm is building, curling itself around my pussy and spreading to the rest of the body.
I love that Michael’s heated gaze is on my bouncing tits. Nothing turns me on more than knowing how much he desires me. It quickens my orgasm and soon I am on the edge but not quite there. He rocks with me, thrusting upward, faster, and faster until I come with a loud cry.
“Oh, Michael,” I cry over and over again as my body slumps and he holds me firmly like a rag doll and keeps pumping into me until he comes.
Afterward, we lie in each other’s arms.
“How did the meeting with the lawyers go?” I ask.
“We finalized everything,” Michael says. “Next week, we’ll announce the sale and have a huge party at the office to celebrate.”
“Congratulations!” I tell him. It is so exciting for the company.
We talk some more, and Michael tells me more details about the process of selling the software shop. It all sounds fascinating and part of me wishes that I had studied finance. I tell Michael this.
He looks at me and doesn’t look surprised. “You certainly have the brain for it.”
Pleasure swarms through me.
“It’s not too late you know,” Michael continues. “You should think about going back to college. People change careers all the time.”
“I’ll think about it.” I trail a finger over Michael’s chest.
His hands idly play with my nipples.
“I won’t be able to spend the night,” Michael says. “Elly likes to come to my bedroom in the morning and I’d hate her to find that I’m not there.”
I swallow my disappointment. Michael is doing the right thing by being there for his daughter. I just wish that Paige was not in the picture. I’m beginning to feel like I’m having an affair with a married man. A thought crosses my mind. What if there’s a chance that they might try again? After all, they share a child and now they’re living in the same house. What’s to stop them from continuing where they left off?
“Are you okay?” Michael asks.
The concern in his voice touches me. I remember the conversations we’ve had about cheating lovers. The passion with which Michael expressed his view that there’s never a reason to cheat. If he wanted to be with Paige, he would tell me, I tell myself.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “I can’t wait for the office party. A chance to let loose.” It’s true. This affair and being on the fifth floor means that I haven’t become friendly with any of the other employees of Hyperion Investments.
“I feel like the big bad wolf keeping you to myself,” Michael says as he softly caresses my hair.
“I don’t mind, to be honest,” I tell him.
Michael chuckles.
“What?” I ask him.
Instead of answering, he reaches for his pants and gets his phone. He swipes across the screen to reveal the screen saver. I giggle as an image of my ass fills the screen. Michael laughs too and his free hand drops to fondle my ass.
“It’s better in real life,” he says.
“You should delete it,” I tell him. I can’t believe how wrong I was about Michael. I thought he was an asshole, but he’s turned out to be a good solid human being.
“No can do,” Michael says. “I like it. It reminds me to never mess with you. Underneath all this sexiness is a tough woman.”
“I was upset at your rudeness,” I tell Michael. “What happened to that Michael? Mind you, I’m not complaining. I like this one a whole lot better.”
“You’ve changed me. Made me a better man,” Michael says.
Heat warms my chest. I like that I’ve made him a better person, but I think I’m the one who has benefited the most from our affair. I have healed from the baggage I came with from home. I’m no longer the girl with a broken heart.
I’m not bitter and when I look back, I feel as though I dodged a bullet when Barry dumped me. Michael and New York have changed me. I’m more in control of my life and future. Having a man like Michael desire me has made my confidence shoot through the roof.
There’s nothing that I can’t do. I think about his suggestion for going back to school. It’s something I definitely want to seriously consider.
