Illicit Affairs by Holly Dixon

Twenty-Three

Why does it turn me on when she’s being such a brat?

Nate’s moral compass was spinning out of control as he tried to move his hands and push the golden seductress off of him, but he couldn’t find the conviction behind his actions. He craved her. She was honeycomb wrapped in velvet, her lips were rosebuds in spring, her nails were thorns, her eyes were oceans and he was drowning.

His self-control didn’t just shatter, it exploded into a frenzy of lust as his hands tangled into her hair and tugged her forward.

Starved lips crashed upon each other as relief rushed through their bodies, greedy hands grabbing at any piece of flesh they could, two souls colliding as each breath built with subtle excitement on each exhale. Each kiss was wet and furious like a torrential downpour thrashing across the bare ground. He couldn’t get enough of the liquid sunshine she poured into his mouth.

Ava needed this; she needed him. There was something about Nate that defined the meaning of hitting the spot. Being touched by a man had never felt so good until she had found him.

He was spiralling into chaos. He knew it but damn if he could stop himself. Her nails grazing across his scalp had him losing his shit and made him turn primal as his hands yanked apart her blouse, not caring for the popped buttons as his mouth devoured her perfect tits. That spicy floral sweetness was concentrated upon her chest, sinfully delicious and making his teeth sink into her delicate skin and eliciting erotic gasps from her mouth.

“Stop that,” he growled against her left mound as he felt her hands pry apart his belt buckle and reach for his zipper head. However, she continued tugging at his belt, not listening so he warned, “Ava, the door is unlocked, stop.” And yet, the defiant little minx yanked his head forward by his hair and kissed him rough and hard, stealing his breath.

“I don’t care,” she snarled like a feral kitten against his lips, her hand finding and wrapping around the base of his arousal. “For the next ten minutes, you are mine.”

“Sh-shit…” he hissed, groaning with her tongue dominating his mouth and her hand working him towards a mess that now coated the curve between her thumb and index. How could a woman be so soft and feminine but so powerful and dominant? It was a complete mindfuck—the good kind.

With flushed cheeks, he hitched his hands up her short little skirt, that fucking skirt that had driven him to insanity these past few days. His fingers grazed her bare hip bone searching higher until the reality crashed into his loins hard. “Christ, you’re not wearing any underwear…”

“Guilty as charged,” Ava purred against her assault of kisses on his neck. “I know what I want.” She pulled back, grinning devilishly before using his own words against him. “You.”

That was the last straw for Nate, primal growls vibrating in his chest as he threw every last piece of caution to the wind and possessively gripped handfuls of her perfect ass, his nails biting into her flesh before he released and then abruptly brought his hands down, a sharp snap of skin on skin breaking through her moans. He grinned at the yelp she made for him, yanking her closer onto his lap until they crossed a wet line as he felt her beautiful slick centre kiss his shaft. However, as they both gasped, it wasn’t from the intense pleasure they felt when reconnecting, but from the interrupting knock at the door.

“Hello? Is this room in use?”

“Get down!” Nate hissed at Ava’s alarmed expression as he pushed her under the table in front of them.

Despite the panic rushing through her body along with the adrenaline, Ava couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her lips as she quietly clambered under the table and knelt between Nate’s knees. She abruptly snapped her mouth shut as she looked behind her upon hearing the meeting room door creak open and saw the two sets of legs from beneath the table.

“Mr. Brooks, apologies, we didn’t realise this meeting room was booked.”

“Yes, I require this room for the rest of the morning,” Nate answered casually, but Ava knew him well enough to hear the amount of restraint he was mustering.

He clenched the table with one hand, the other pointing a warning finger at the dirty little secret beneath it. Given Ava’s immodest state, it wouldn’t take a genius to come to the conclusion that he was fucking his assistant and if that got out all hell would break loose.

Nate was unlocking new sides of Ava, showing her that the danger of being caught thrilled her and brought on that fire low in her belly. As she sat there between his knees and stared at his twitching arousal peeking through his work slacks, an idea sprung to her mind…and a very wicked one at that.

“No worries, we’ll try the room down the hall,” the suited gent at the door said as he turned to leave but then stopped and added, “Oh! I almost forgot, how is the Nolan case going?”

“Yeah, it’s coming along,” Nate answered with his jaw clenched in frustration but then suddenly shot upright when he felt the softest, warmest, and most succulent of lips wrap around the head of his member. Intense pleasure rippled down his length and burst in his balls making him suck in a breath.

Is she fucking kidding me right now?!

The lawyer stood at the door was luckily none the wiser as he glanced at his watch giving Nate enough time to swat his hand at Ava. However, this goddamn woman just sucked him harder and made every muscle in his body tighten to breaking point.

“Ah, good to hear! Hopefully another easy case to close off, right?”

“Right.” Nate strained, the muscles cording tightly in his neck as he clenched his hand on the table, his hand running into Ava’s hair and fisting it tightly. “If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I am in the middle of something here.” The middle of something being her mouth as her expert tongue flicked against his tip.

After a few seconds that felt like a year in hell, the door finally clicked shut and Nate glared down at his lap, ready to roar hellfire at the idiotic woman who nearly cost him everything but then he saw her eyes. It felt like his birthday as two perfect bluebells peered up at him, her eyes like presents with long black velvet ribbons framing them. Then there were her lips, glistening with a silvery sheen as they locked around his manhood and reduced this man into nothing more than a boy—he was a goner.

“That feel good, boss?”

“You’re unbelievable,” he said with a deep groan at that filthy mouth, fisting the silk at her crown, a smirk climbing up his cheek as he watched her nod her head innocently. She was utterly perfect, everything about her from that fiery attitude problem to the way she expertly ground her tongue against the sensitive band of flesh running down the tip of his sex. “Fuck…your mouth… it’s—” he groaned out, caught between the need to close his eyes and keep them on the two blue moons looking up at him.

“That’s the idea, Brooks,” she interrupted and guided his spare hand into her hair. “Fuck my mouth.”

Nate responded, all but drooling for this woman, his hands bunching her hair at either side of her head, pulling her mouth down further while he thrust up into her. She obliged eagerly, the moans she made vibrating down deep into his balls and shooting up into his lower stomach. He had never met such a tenacious woman, yielding to her as his head fell back and his eyes rolling to see the stars at the back of his skull.

Ava was in her element, cutting this man down to size as her mouth stole his breath and claimed his soul. Her arms hooked under his thighs, hands grabbing his hips as she assertively tugged his ass off the seat, gripping him tight in her hold as she sucked him so hard that her cheeks hollowed.

Again, and again, she took her revenge, ensuring he’d never ignore her once more, bringing him to the edge of climax before dangling it just of reach. She watched him in awe, his face a kaleidoscope of pleasure, keeping up her torture until his thighs trembled, his face a shade of rose as the veins across his body bulged out in desperation.

“Av…Ava…fuuuck!” he ground out through shallow breaths, ecstasy filling his veins as his body finally lost control, falling silent as the pleasure climbed and climbed until bursting apart, his salt filling her mouth and throat while his teeth clamped down on his fist to stop him from screaming her name. Nate’s hips bucked like a caged bull, his nostrils flaring angrily as his free hand held her head down to stave off the explosion of fireworks in his loins until it eventually simmered down to sparklers.

Nate eventually gazed down at her oceans again, her smile the lighthouse guiding him back to safe land. He cupped her cheek as his thumb smeared away a single tear rolling down the blush of her cheek, her lipstick smudged from the aggressive treat she had given him.

It was in that moment that he felt something ache and stretch inside his chest as though his soul was trying to reach out for her but couldn’t for being a prisoner of his own fate. That was the thing about destiny; it didn’t give a crap about your plans. Nate had finally found the key to his happiness, but the real kicker was that fate decided to change the fucking locks.

Ava stood, buttoning her blouse while Nate opened windows inside the meeting room and made her chuckle to herself.

“Well, I certainly have never done that before,” she quipped, wiggling her eyebrows at him as he shot her an unamused look over his shoulder.

“Well, I should certainly hope not.” His eyes glowered possessively at her but there was a tease to his tone that only added to the good mood she was in.

Brushing down the creases in her skirt, they were both interrupted by the buzzing of Nate’s phone sliding across the meeting table. Ava peered over and saw the caller ID and instantly frowned. A beautiful woman, with flawless olive skin and the type of chestnut hair that you could not buy out of a bottle, beamed Ava a cheery grin. However, the picture wasn’t as alarming as the name across the screen.

“Natalia is calling you?” Ava squinted at the phone that Nate was now swiping off the table, silencing the device and placing it into his pocket. She brushed off his reaction, but something was nagging Ava…that name felt so familiar. It wasn’t until Nate shut his laptop that it sprung to her mind. “Natalia, that’s the name of your yacht, right?”

“Right,” Nate confirmed, his shortness with her causing her brows to crease further. “We should head back now,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Is she family…?”

“No,” Nate said through a clenched jaw.

“Friend?” she pressed, growing more suspicious.

“We need to get back now, Ava.”

“I mean she’s gotta’ be pretty special considering you named a boat after her… My father told me you only name your boat after your daughter or your w—” She stopped short, staring at Nate. The frozen expression on his paling face was like that of a client put on trial, that moment when they knew they’d been caught. It was in that moment that Ava’s brain, fuelled with women’s intuition, put the pieces together with detective speed and her eyes fell upon his left hand. Ringless. She didn’t want to ask it but forced the words out through the lump in her throat. “Nate…are you married?”

Her eyes bored into him and watched his mouth fall open, his silence speaking louder than words.