On His Desk by Mia Faye

Chapter 37

AVA

We managed to keep our hands to ourselves in the Uber on the way home. However, as soon as we enter the apartment, Michael grabs me and pulls me against him. Our mouths crash together and for the next couple of minutes, we kiss, trying to satiate the desperate hunger for each other.

I’ve missed him so much. It's been torture looking at him all week and not going to him. It had become a matter of pride. Stupid, I know but I couldn’t bring myself to drop the shield I had wrapped around myself.

The result of that was a hot searing need for him that refused to go away no matter how many times I brought myself to orgasm with my hands.

"Let's go to bed," Michael says and grabs my hand.

In the bedroom, he shuts the door and pulls me against him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth hungrily. Pure need comes over me and I grind my pussy against the hardness of his cock. He breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to my neck where he trails kisses all the way to my shoulder bones.

He grabs my tits and cups them through my blouse. I love it when he does that, and I push my chest out. I want his hands on my bare skin.

I help Michael take off my blouse and in one movement, he snaps the clasp of my bra open. I shrug out of my bra and Michael steps back and looks at my tits as if he’s seeing them for the first time.

He buries his head between my boobs and then takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks. Hard. I cry out from the intense pleasure. Any harder and it would have been painful.

He takes the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. I dip my hand between us and cup his cock.

He groans and lowers his hands to my skirt-clad hips. "You have too many clothes on."

Together we remove my clothes and in seconds I'm completely naked. As he undresses, I go to the bed and lie down to watch him. When he's beautifully, gloriously naked, he comes to stand over me and devours me with his eyes.

I part my legs to give him a view of my dripping pussy. He growls and then crawls onto the bed and kneels between my legs. He nudges my legs apart and then places each big hand on the sides of my pussy.

I remember his words to me at the bar, about spreading my pussy and a rush of arousal comes over me. He proceeds to do just that and when I'm completely opened up, he brings his mouth down and his tongue flicks gently over my sensitive parts.

It's exquisite to have him eat my pussy like that. I writhe and rock my hips as I'm lost in waves of need. I fork my hands through his hair.

"Your pussy tastes so good," Michael says.

I push back his head. "Don't stop!"

My body has been deprived for a full week and is desperate for release. Michael’s mouth does things to me that wipe every rational thought from my mind. All I'm aware of is the intense pleasure he's giving me. He pushes a finger into my pussy and that's the last straw.

I come with a scream and a violent shaking of my body.

Michael comes up and covers my body with his.

"Are you ready for my cock?"

"Yes please," I say, practically panting.

He presses the tip of his cock against my slick entrance. Then, inch by inch, he buries it into my pussy all while watching my face.

"That feels like heaven," I tell him. "I want all of your cock, Michael. No holding back."

A fierce look comes over his face. He doesn’t stop until his balls rest against my ass.

"Like that?" he says his voice husky.

"Yes." My voice is a whimper. I want to cry and laugh at the same time. So many emotions and sensations bombard me that I feel as if I don’t know who I am. When he starts to move, I scream.

"Yes! Fuck me!' I didn’t know that being deprived of cock can make a woman raving mad.

I lose all track of time as Michael pounds into me over and over again. I wrap my legs around his ass and grip his shoulders so hard, I'm afraid he'll be scarred when we're done.

I whimper as I feel a wave of orgasm rushing to me.

"Harder," I tell Michael.

I close my eyes tight as I tumble from climax to another. I've only ever experienced multiple orgasms with Michael. Hot tears streak down my face and when we both get our breaths back, Michael arranges me in our favorite position—lying on his chest.

***

We get to talk a lot later in the night after we've given in to our body urges and we've exhausted ourselves. Michael massages my back as we lay in the darkness of the night.

"I don’t understand what happened, Ava," Michael says, his voice more vulnerable than I've ever heard it.

Perhaps it’s the tone of his voice or it’s the darkness, but he catches me at a moment when I want to be candid.

I sigh deeply. "I was resentful," I tell him.

"Of what?" I can hear the confusion in his voice.

"Of the fact that I'm the one who is always waiting for you to fit me into your plans."

"That’s not true, Ava," he says.

I'm silent for a while as I contemplate my next words. Words that can change our future. They could destroy us or change our relationship into something beautiful. Fear grips my heart and my mouth refuses to move. What if I take the risk and he rejects me? What if Michael is happy to continue as we are?

"I'm listening, sweetheart," Michael says in a tender voice.

I take in a deep fortifying breath. "I want more."

"More?" Michael says.

"Yes," I tell him, growing bolder by the second. It's time to live life on my own terms.

Our boss and employee with benefits relationship worked for me when we first started but I can’t do it anymore. I want the whole works. I don’t know what has made me change. It could be because Michael is an awesome guy and it’s impossible not to fall in love with him.

It could also be seeing Miley and Alec so happy and progressing fast in their relationship. It doesn’t matter why. What matters is that I'm honest about it to Michael instead of throwing childish tantrums.

I’m not proud of the way I’ve rebuffed him all week. But what Michael and I do is fuck. We don’t do emotional. It’s so difficult to express myself.

"I know that we agreed to keep matters physical," I tell him, my heart pounding hard. "But I feel differently now. I'm thinking about the future more. I want a relationship and if I can’t have that with you, then I'll find it with someone else."

I hear him let out a breath. Then his arms tighten around me.

"I'm glad," Michael says. "Because I want more too. You're special, Ava Bradley and I want you to be mine, in and out of bed."

Tears spring into my eyes. Happy tears. I never expected that response and had mentally braced myself for his refusal. I squeeze him tighter.

I try to wrap my head around what has just happened. Michael has feelings for me too! He’s not going to end our relationship!

"You okay?" Michael says.

I wipe the tears away with the back of my hand. "Very."

"So now you can go tell Alec's brother that you're in a committed relationship," Michael says, his voice grim.

"Okay. I'm going to their parents’ home for dinner tomorrow night."

"He's fast. Meeting the parents already?" Michael says.

I laugh. "No, it's a dinner to work out the wedding details," I tell him.

He reminds me though that I do need to gently let Philip know that I'm not available. He's a good person and it's not fair to give him hope where there is none.

Michael’s jealousy amuses me. My heart belongs to him. He intrigued me on the first day on the plane when I thought he was so rude and then he caught my attention with his sexy good looks.

"I thought Miley was texting you for dinner that night as a double date,” Michael says. “I wanted to come up and punch the man. A stranger.” He chuckles.

"She was," I tell Michael. "She knew that I'd been dissatisfied with us for a while. She was just being a good friend."

After that, the flood gates open and we really talk. The one topic we do not delve into is Paige. I know that I have no reason to be jealous. Michael has never given me a reason to. I snuggle deeper into his chest. My man.

I don’t think I’ll fall asleep tonight. It’s a good thing that it’s dark because I have a permanent grin. My boyfriend. Words I never thought I’d use to introduce someone.