by Mia Ford
“God,” he groaned. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” I moaned out. “I want to feel you. Fuck me harder.”
He growled and sat up slamming into me as hard as he could, feeling his cock begin to harden and pulse inside of me. I reached down with one hand and rubbed my clit feverishly, wanting to feel this orgasm rock my body. As my fingers danced across my nub, and his cock slid deep inside of me, I pulled my head upward and moaned with my mouth closed, feeling the juices in my pussy explode around his shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned as he thrust several more times before grabbing my waist and pushing deep inside.
The waves of pleasure washed over my body, and I could feel his cock begin to twitch in my pussy. He pushed into me further and further until he tucked his head into my neck and groaned loudly in my ear. His fingers dug into my sides when he erupted in pleasure. Our bodies tensed against each other’s and while my pussy vibrated wildly around his cock, he gave my wetness the same treatment. After several moments, we both began to quiet, the waves of pleasure dissipating. He slowly pulled out of me, kissing my back and shuffling backward, his pants still around his ankles.
I groaned as I pulled myself up off the desk and pulled my skirt back down, grabbing onto the desk to catch my wobbly knees. Tanner looked up and laughed as I stumbled around, completely caught off balance from that amazing sex. He tucked in his shirt and walked over to me, smoothing the fly away hairs down to my head. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in, kissing me passionately on the lips. It felt so damn perfect, and I could no longer ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. When he pulled back I looked up at him and smiled.
“Is this how you get what you want?”
“Did it work?” He laughed and kissed me again.
“I know one thing, I can check off fucking on the office desk, something I always wanted to do,” I smiled. “Not that I wouldn’t do it again, just saying.”
“You dirty girl,” he said biting his lip.
“I say we do the copy room next,” I said, laughing. “Get some good pictures as you pound me.”
“Can I hang them on the lost document board?”
I leaned my head back and laughed, pulling him into me. He smelled so amazing, and I pressed my head against his chest, taking in a deep breath. There was something so freaking sexy about him, and how he handled himself. The last thing I imagined when I came to his office was having hot sex on his desk. He had been so open and honest with how he wanted me to stay, and my feelings for him just freed me from any guilt. I still wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I did know that it felt good and I was going to go with it as long as I could.
“That was unexpected,” he said.
“It was,” I replied. “But it was a happy surprise. I missed your scent, your feel, your arms around me. I have been up for days thinking about you. I haven’t been able to get past any of this. I am glad my father is back in my life, but I never meant to have you leave it. After spending this time apart, I realized just how strongly I felt for you. I want to make sure that we are honest with each other from this moment forward.”
“I agree,” he said. “Our relationship has gotten out of control, and it was ruined by all the secrets and lies. I don’t want any more lies, even with Dean. I want to make sure we’re on each other’s side instead of working against each other. I know that everything was very stressful for you when your father showed up, but I never want to be in that situation again with either one of you. You are so special, so beautiful, and I have been completely lost thinking that I was going to completely lose you from my life.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I said, hugging him tightly. “I just have never felt this close or attached to anyone in my life. I honestly need you in every way possible.”
“So where does that leave us?”
I stood there and looked up at his charming smile, unable to even think about walking away from him at that point. We already knew that the most important thing was to be honest with each other, which should eliminate a lot of the stress in our relationship. However, I still had my father to think about, and because of me, he thought I wasn’t seeing Tanner anymore. It was the last lie that needed to be cleared up, and it was going to be a tough one because I had already made up with my dad. Either way, I needed to make things right with him to feel comfortable about dating Tanner at all.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I need to straighten all of this out with my father. He deserves honesty as much as we do toward each other.”
“I agree,” he said smiling. “Dean deserves that respect, especially after everything we’ve put him through.”
“Okay,” I said taking in a deep breath and stepping back. “I am going to go ahead and take the rest of the day off like I was originally going to do anyway. I need to formulate my plan to talk with my father.”
“Go relax,” he said smiling. “Everything is almost back to normal. The only thing left to do is talk to your father, and then, the decisions can be made from there. Either way, I want to talk with you when everything has come full circle. Can you do that for me?”
“Of course,” I said, feeling like I was starting to have a partner and not just someone fighting against me.
I kissed him on the nose and made sure my clothes were straight before leaving the office. Lily didn’t even look up when I left, and I assumed that we had been quiet enough. I walked into my office and grabbed my purse, looking over and blushing as I caught Tanner staring out of his doorway at me. I felt like I was on cloud nine, even though there were still some serious issues to resolve.
I climbed into the elevator and watched as the doors closed, feeling my heart beating wildly in my chest. As soon as the doors had slid shut, a huge smile spread across my face, and I leaned my head back against the elevator mirror. This whole situation had been such a roller coaster of emotions. I couldn’t wait until it was all over, and I could go back to my life, could bring Tanner into my life permanently and not have to wonder from hour to hour whether we were seeing each other or not. The suspense had to be over.
Chapter 29
Tanner
I watched as Ava left her office, chuckling to myself at how much her cheeks blushed when she realized I was watching her. It was like everything that had happened over the last couple of weeks had finally began to settle. There was only one more conversation that needed to happen in order for Ava to feel comfortable with us becoming an official couple. I hadn’t meant to sleep with her, and in fact, I was completely prepared to say goodbye to her, but as she sat there, showing how much I affected her, I couldn’t help it. I lost all ability to control the situation, and I begged her to stay. I didn’t regret it, though, I knew that if I didn’t go all in and do my best to let her know how much I wanted her in my life, I would never feel at ease if things didn’t work out. There was still a chance that things could backfire, but I was ready to put myself on the line and wouldn’t let my fears of commitment or love get in the way of attempting to keep Ava in my life.
Ava, at that moment, was staying with the company, but I knew it was confusing for her, and she wouldn’t feel comfortable making any decision without letting her father know the entire truth. At the same time, I needed to make peace with Dean, let him know how much I cared for his daughter. He would never go along with any of it if he still harbored such a strong animosity toward me. I got up and closed my door, wanting privacy when I made this phone call. I knew there was a good chance that Dean was going to either not answer at all or turn me down for the chance to talk, but I had to give it a shot. If Ava talked to him before I had a chance to make things right as his friend, I might lose her before I even had a chance to try.
I dialed Dean’s number and listened as it went to voicemail. I hung up and sat there, staring at the phone, trying to figure out what to do next. I didn’t know where he was or where I could find him, and I wasn’t going to show up at their house in case Lindy was there alone. She di
dn’t like me, and I really had never been very fond of her either. A face-to-face with her was not something I was interested in having at all. I picked the phone back up and dialed him again, hoping he would get the hint that it was important. To my surprise, he answered the phone.
“Tanner,” he said, not sounding too excited to hear from me.
“Dean,” I said in a kind voice. “I think that it’s important that we get together and talk. Not only do I want to try to work through all of this, but I need to talk to you about Ava as well.”
“Is she alright?”
“Yes,” I said calmly. “Yes, sorry, she’s fine. This is a more personal conversation.”
“Alright,” he said with a sigh.
“How about lunch in an hour? We can meet at that deli you like on Ninth,” I suggested.
“Sounds good. I will see you then,” Dean said, hanging up the phone.
He never was a big talker on the phone, and I was pretty sure his shortness also had something to do with the fact that he wanted to see me killed. I finished a few things up at work and headed out toward the deli, taking a cab to not look so pretentious. When I arrived, Dean was standing out front, early as usual. I got out of the cab and walked up, shaking his hand and leading him into the deli. We ordered some sandwiches and took a seat at a table in the back corner. Immediately, we sprang into conversation.
“Listen, Tanner,” Dean said. “I am not going to be angry about this forever, it isn’t worth it. I have forgiven my daughter, and I can learn to forgive you as well.”
“That is amazing news,” I said letting out a deep breath. “You are and always have been my closest friend. We only just made our way back to talking terms, and I don’t want to lose that progress. I think that it’s important that we start having a full disclosure policy. Lies have caused a lot of issues for everyone.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” he said, lifting his coke and tapping my glass.
“I’m glad you feel that way,” I said getting nervous. “And in that spirit, I want to talk to you about Ava.”
“I figured that this would turn into something about Ava and yourself,” he said, leaning back. “Alright, hit me. I will be as open as I possibly can.”
I smiled at the server who brought our food over and set it down in front of us. I took a deep breath and let it out, nervous to talk to Dean about this. It wasn’t like talking to the normal father of the girl you wanted. It was talking to my best friend about his daughter.
“I guess I’ll just come out with it then,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m in love with Ava.”
“Alright,” he said, seeming not surprised at all.
“I would do anything in the world to protect her,” I said, trying to make him understand how sincere I was being. “I haven’t felt this way about a woman since my ex, many, many years ago.”
I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair, thinking about everything that had happened. I didn’t want to sound pitiful, but I knew the only way Dean would soften was if he truly believed that I cared about Ava. The only way he would truly believe would be from my complete and utter candor. I had to be truthful and vulnerable about the situation.
“She’s struggling with it, though,” I said continuing. “She’s terrified of what you’ll think, how you’ll feel about this, and how you’ll react. Without yours okay, she won’t be with me. She is a mixture of personalities, and though she’s dedicated to her professional future, she’s also determined to keep her roots. I’m not part of those roots, so I am relatively expendable I suppose, and she’s struggling with whether she should be a part of my life or not.”
Dean leaned back and began to laugh, first just a chuckle and then it turned into a full-out belly laugh. I sat there confused as to why he was laughing, not sure what to do in that situation. Was he mocking me? I didn’t think, so but you could never be sure with him.
“She’s a smart girl,” he said, still laughing.
I sat there for a second, completely unable to speak or move. Fear flooded me at the thought that Dean was not going to accept Ava and I as a couple. I knew no matter how much it hurt Ava, she would stand by whatever her father said. I was stunned that he was holding that position, almost making fun of me as I sat there completely open to him. I sighed and pushed my tray away, emotions that I hadn’t had in a very long time starting to flood my mind. I hadn’t even thought that not having Ava in my life was a possibility. In the end, I really thought that Dean would open up to the idea and eventually give his blessing. As he sat there laughing, though, I could see something in his eye that resembled revenge. I couldn’t allow myself to think that this man would put his needs and anger above his daughter’s wants.
I sat there watching him as he had a good time, still laughing from the joke he was playing over and over in his head. I put my head in my hands and could feel a serious lump in my throat. I couldn’t accept losing Ava. She was obviously the woman I wanted to spend my life with. It took me ten years to find her, and now I knew if it didn’t work out, I would spend the rest of my life alone, without ever creating my own family. Dean looked over at me, and his jolly face faded to a serious one. I could tell he didn’t realize just how serious I was taking the conversation. He stopped laughing and cleared his throat, leaning over toward me.
“Okay, okay,” he said taking in a deep breath. “You may be an asshole sometimes, but I believe that you actually love Ava. I believe you will do everything you can to make her feel better, to protect her, and to support her in life. The age difference is a bit of a shock, but I do know that in a lot of cases, age is only a number. I give you my blessing to be with Ava as long as that is what she wants as well. You are two mature, grown people who are more than capable of making your own decisions and knowing the repercussions of your actions.”
“Thank you, Dean,” I said feeling relieved. “Now the other issue is us I want you back in my life as my best friend.”
“Fine, but no girl talks while you’re dating Ava,” he said scrunching his nose.
“Ew, man, ewe,” I said shaking my head.
“Hey gotta lay ground rules,” he said chuckling.
We spent the rest of lunch talking about life, about Lindy, and about the next steps Dean wanted to take in his life. I offered for him to come back to MJ, but he just laughed, saying he was tired of the executive world. He had made more money than he and Lindy could spend in their lifetimes, and he wasn’t interested in taking a job that would just stress him out and leave him exhausted from life. When we were done with lunch, we walked outside, laughing about something ridiculous Dean had said. He turned to me and reached out his arm. We embraced, his hand slapping my back.
“I’m glad we had this talk,” he said. “Now, this time, let’s try not to throw any weird secrets in the mix just a few days later.”
“You got it, man,” I said laughing.
I walked to the cab and climbed in, watching Dean walk down the street. He had his hands in his pockets and he was strolling along, with a face that looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I was envious of that carefree nature but at the same time extremely excited that Dean had given his blessing for Ava and me to see each other. I wanted to call her, to give her the exciting news, but she needed to talk to her father first. She needed to tell him how she felt and hear the blessing straight from his mouth. She really cared what her father thought about everything, and she wasn’t going to be satisfied until he told her himself that he supported our relationship.
Part of me worried that talking to Dean before she had was a mistake, but at the same time, Dean would not have been as supportive if he hadn’t been in front of me, listening to how I felt about Ava. He knew I was sincere and knew this wasn’t just a trick to keep her in my bed. He knew me better than anyone on the planet, and he could spot bullshit a mile away. Now, I just had to make sure Ava remembered that feeling between us from earlier and made her way back into my arms.
Chapter 30
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Ava
I woke up on Saturday morning with my father and Tanner on my mind. There was so much going on in my life, and I couldn’t find the ability to sort it out myself. I felt slightly broken, worn down from the stress of fighting with my father, the emotional roller coaster that was my relationship with Tanner, and the fact that I wasn’t sure what to do about MJ. My career was really important, but I was smart enough that I didn’t need to stress out so much about it. Tanner was the biggest thing on my mind. My father was about to find out that I’d lied to him again, and though it was still uncertain as to where my future with Tanner was going, I knew that I loved him, and I needed to try to get to the point where we could figure it all out without the stress of sneaking around and worrying about the lies in the background.
I shuffled out of my bedroom and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch and looking out of the window. It was sunny, but from the chill in the apartment, it must be cold outside, something I really loved about autumn in New York. I could break out the sweaters and boots earlier than most other places. However, at that moment, I only wanted hot coffee and a warm blanket and maybe a really good conversation with my father. I leaned over and grabbed my phone, dialing my father’s number, expecting to leave a message. To my surprise, he picked up and seemed cheerier than normal.
“Hey, Daddy,” I said. “What are you doing?”
“I just got to the city,” he said happily. “I was thinking about you.”
“You want to come over?”
“That sounds perfect,” he said kindly. “I’ll be over soon.”
We hung up the phone, and I grabbed the fleece out of the closet, not wanting to turn on the heat just yet. The day was fresh and there was a good likelihood it would warm up into the sixties outside later, which would raise the temperature of the apartment to a comfortable seventy-four or seventy-five degrees. This was the time of year I could save some money on the crazy electric bill that New York weather produced. I lay there bundled up on the couch for quite a while, my head on the pillow, and my eyes gazing out at the tree in front of the window. There were people out walking their dogs, taking their children to the park, and doing other normal Saturday activities. Part of me was jealous, wanting to have that kind of life as well. However, in order to do so, I needed to get through this first part of things, telling my father the truth.
