On His Desk by Mia Faye
Chapter 36
MICHAEL
Ava has been cool and distant with me all week and I don’t know what to do. My attempts to be friendly have been rebuffed with a cool nod. I’ve never been in such a situation. No woman has ever treated me with such disregard for my feelings. I have no idea what is going on in that pretty head of her.
I have to find a way to get her to open up. I want our lives to go back to normal. She treats me as an assistant would a boss. Except that we’re much more than that. She’s also taken to going away for lunch with some girls from downstairs, which would be a good thing if we were on good terms.
I miss her more than I thought it possible to miss someone. I miss laughing with her and the way she comes into my office and sits on my lap just to kiss me. I miss her hands on my cock but mostly I miss the purr of her voice when I’m eating out her pussy or pounding my cock into her.
I’ve been walking around with a hard-on the whole week and just yesterday, I had to jerk myself off or my cock would have exploded. The pressure is building up again. I don’t want to masturbate. I want my woman back. I want to fuck my woman.
I hate the professional formal air that now surrounds her. I’m worried sick. I’m afraid that our affair may be over.
Is she tired already? Has she found someone else? When she gets back from her lunch, I have an idea. I buzz her and moments later she comes into my office.
“Yes?” She stops short of saying, sir.
“You know the dinner meeting that I have with Oliver? I need you to come with me and record it.”
She grows still. I keep a straight face. It’s part of her job to accompany me to dinner meetings. The fact that it’s Oliver makes her suspicious.
“Sure, no problem. Should I go home and change first?” she says.
My gaze drops to her shapely legs. Legs that I had access to only a week ago and now there’s a huge invisible sign on Ava’s forehead that says, ‘Don’t you dare.’
I imagine running my hands up her creamy thighs and lifting her dress to expose her panties. I almost groan aloud at the thought of inhaling her pussy scent and then licking off the wetness hiding between her folds.
“You’re fine,” I tell her, matching her formal tone.
The rest of the afternoon flies by and I concentrate on my work. Knowing that I have Ava for a couple more hours pleases me. We stay an hour longer and finally leave together at six.
Oliver and I are meeting in our favorite cocktail bar, Nace. They do nice dinner steaks and we get to enjoy the Friday atmosphere. I lead Ava to my favorite table at the far end of the room, where it’s quiet.
As soon as we sit down, Ava takes out her iPad. I look at her in dismay. Does she really think this is a business meeting? A waitress comes to take our order and I’m pleased when she orders one of the cocktails. They are lethal but are perfect for loosening up a person. I need Ava to loosen up and tell me what has happened to our perfect relationship.
“How have you been?” I ask her when the waitress leaves.
“I’ve been fine. A little busy,” she says in a friendly voice.
“Oh, what have you been up to then?”
“My friend Miley—” she begins.
“I know Miley,” I snap and then immediately regret losing my composure.
My whole body is taut with frustration and sexual energy. It’s asking too much from a man to spend whole days with Ava and her sexy body and not be allowed a touch or a kiss. To make matters worse, I don’t know what transgression I committed.
“Well, she’s expecting a baby,” Ava says.
“That’s wonderful for her.” My response is automatic. I assume it’s a good thing as most women usually want babies. Except for Ava that is.
“It came as a surprise, but a good one,” Ava continues. I don’t care what she says as long as she keeps talking.
It’s nice to sit and talk as if things between us are back to normal.
“And Alec, that’s that’s the father of the baby, well, he’s proposed and they’re getting married soon. I’ve been helping Miley with the arrangements.”
That gets my attention. “Isn’t it a little soon for them? Didn’t they meet just the other day?”
“Maybe so but they’re clearly in love,” Ava says and then adds pointedly. “And Alec has no commitment issues.”
That jab is clearly aimed at me. Before I can respond, Oliver towers over us.
“What a wonderful surprise. Nice of you to bring the beautiful Miss Ava to dine with us,” Oliver says.
He takes Ava’s hand, turns it, and kisses the back of it. We exchange greetings and he sits down.
“We don’t see much of you downstairs,” Oliver says. “But I’m sure Michael keeps you pretty busy on the fifth floor.”
Ava’s face colors. No doubt she’s remembering the day Oliver walked in on us as I was sucking her breasts. At the memory, my cock swells. What I would give to be allowed to play with them again.
That’s what tonight is all about. Getting my Ava back. Oliver is awesome company and his charm soon wins Ava over. The cocktails help too, and I make sure that they keep on coming.
We have dinner and more drinks.
“Let’s move to the bar area,” I suggest. Ava is seated too far from me. If we go to the counter, I’ll make sure that we sit next to each other.
“I’m afraid I’m going to leave you two kids to it. I’m beat,” Oliver says and winks at me when Ava is not looking our way.
“Wait a minute,” she says. “How about the meeting? We haven’t even started it?”
“Meeting?” Oliver says and glances at me. I wink back. “Oh yes. We got too carried away. We can do it tomorrow, it’s not urgent.”
Oliver leaves and Ava and I make our way to the bar area. I pull out a bar stool for her and pull mine close. Her dress rides up her thighs and if she makes one more movement, I’ll be able to see her panties.
She pivots and sits facing me. When I sit down, I end up having one leg between her legs. Either Ava does not notice it, or she doesn’t care. Or she likes it. I hope it’s the latter. I’m hot for her and I hope that by the end of the night, she’ll let me fuck her sweet pussy again.
I order fresh drinks from the bartender and as we wait, I rest my hand on Ava’s thigh. “I’ve missed you.”
She frowns. “How can you miss me when we’ve been together all week?”
I trace circles on her thigh. She fidgets and that gives me the courage to forge ahead. Her fidgeting is a sign that she’s hot for me too.
The bartender places our drinks on the counter in front of us.
“Thanks,” I tell him and turn back and lean to her. “I’ve missed eating your sweet pussy and hearing you moan.”
Her face flushes. I’m taking advantage of Ava’s passionate nature. I’ve figured out that I might not be able to get to her emotionally. Ava is a highly sexual woman. She loves sex and I’m not averse to using underhanded methods to get what I want.
“Please, Michael,” she says weakly.
“Is your pussy wet for me right now?” I ask her. Too bad we’re in a public place. I’d love to find out for myself.
“Yes,” she says, the words coming out like a moan. She reaches for her cocktail and takes a long swig.
I imagine a dark wet spot soaking her panties and stifle a groan. I grab my beer and gulp it. We place our drinks back on the counter and stare at each other hungrily. She places a hand on my thigh, close enough that she can feel the swell of my cock but far enough to appear decent if anyone looks our way.
“Can you feel how hard my cock is for you?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says and in a subtle unknowing movement, she pushes her chest out.
My eyes are drawn to her nipples straining through her blouse, begging to be teased. I imagine flicking my tongue over her puckered nipples and then sucking them hard in my mouth.
“Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do to you?” I ask her.
She looks around to see if anyone is close enough to hear our conversation. The next couple is at the end of the counter and they are too engrossed in each other to be interested in our conversation.
“Okay.”
This one-word answer woman is not the Ava I know. And it can only be caused by one thing. She’s as lusty as I am. That gives me hope.
“Tonight is going to be all about you, baby,” I tell her. “I’m going to part your pussy lips as wide as they can go and eat you like a starving man.”
Ava leans forward and parts her thighs further. I inhale the scent of her arousal. “And then?”
“When you come, I’ll make you turn around, bend over and then I’ll sink my hard cock into your sweet pussy and fuck you hard until you beg me that you’ve had enough.”
“Michael.” Ava’s voice is choked.
“Yes, baby?” I tell her, my voice affected by the images my words have conjured up.
“Can we go home?” she says.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
