by Tess Summers
Hell if that didn’t make him want her even more.
Except.
Except, this was Judge Ericson and Francine Ericson’s oldest daughter. Shagging their sweet little girl an hour after first meeting her would probably be about the worst career decision of his life. But hell, here she was coming on to him, in that tight tank top that hugged her body, and little shorts that emphasized her great ass. Not to mention she was a little tipsy, so that made her a little bolder than he was sure she had ever been in her life. She was fucking adorable.
When she looked up and saw him smiling as she was giving him her best moves, that didn’t go over well. What the hell was he going to do now?
She couldn’t be further from his type, and yet he really, really wanted to kiss her.
He looked down again to see her bottom lip starting to quiver, and he couldn’t help himself. He tilted her chin toward him and softly kissed her. It took great restraint to be gentle with her. He wanted to grab a handful of silk hair and pull her head back so he could put his mouth hard on hers. He knew that would probably be a bit much for her, so he wasn’t prepared when she hungrily returned his kiss, forcefully pulling him closer to her, clinging to his back, and straining to be against him. Their kisses quickly got deeper and more frenzied, and soon he was coming up for air before going right back to exploring her mouth with his tongue. This is not a good idea! His brain was screaming at him to stop but he was no longer able to think rationally.
He held her face in both hands and continued kissing her passionately. She was utterly intoxicating. Seated on the bar stool, her hips were at perfect height with his. While she sat on the edge of the seat with her legs apart, he stood between her thighs and pressed his erection against her, right where it belonged. She wrapped her legs around him, and drew him as close to her as she could.
His career be damned. Maybe he could become a plumber.
He murmured against her mouth, “I don’t have anything with me.”
“I do,” she panted as she dragged her lips across his.
They began moving their hips in rhythm and he was clawing to get her tank off her. He’d rip the damn thing if he had to.
He didn’t have to.
Ava pulled away from him and slid off the barstool, staring into his eyes. She took a step back and pulled the tank over her head, but didn’t rush back to him, instead letting him take her in with his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she removed her bra and stood there topless. Her tits were perfect and her nipples erect. Letting out a groan, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Gently lowering her down on the bed, he positioned himself alongside of her. As he did, she arched against him. He rubbed and squeezed her left breast, delighting in watching her throw her head back in ecstasy before cupping her right one in his hand and lowering his mouth to gently suck and tug on her nipple with his teeth. She let out a gasp and grabbed a handful of his black hair. Ava clung to him as though her life depended on it, curving herself off the bed as he lustfully pleasured her.
He was still fully dressed while she lay there, half naked. She jerked his T-shirt over his head, then wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him back toward her on the bed; bringing the weight of his body directly on top of her. He moaned when his warm chest came down on her cool flesh, relishing the feel of his skin next to hers and basking in the scent of her. She tugged at his shorts while pressing her hips against his as though she wanted him to take her now, but he wasn’t done taking pleasure exploring every curve of her body.
He laced her fingers between his and brought her wrists to his mouth, leisurely nibbling and kissing them while she gasped at the sensation. He then took both her wrists in his left hand and brought her hands over her head, pinning them there while he traced her bottom lip with his right index finger, all the while scanning her face, searching for her reaction. When she looked longingly at him, he groaned while biting down on her bottom lip; he had never seen so much lust and want in a woman’s eyes before and God, he wanted her just as much. He moved on to her neck, nuzzling below her right ear. Sucking on her earlobe, he thrust his clothed hard-on against the dampening mound between her legs, then lightly licked the skin from her neck and returned to her perfect tits. He focused again on her nipples, squeezing each round breast while sucking and flicking his tongue back and forth over each one, as to not neglect either. Letting go of her wrists, he ran his tongue down her stomach and along the inside of her thighs, purposefully not removing her shorts, even though she was eagerly lifting her hips for him to. Instead, he slid his hand between her legs and rubbed her up and down through her clothes, then continued licking her thighs, moving up past the bottom of her shorts, but stopping at her panties. She was pressing hard against his hand, her breathing ragged.
When she began tearing at his shorts like she couldn’t take it anymore, he brought his head up and smiled at her before helping her remove them. She seemed in awe at the sight of his penis as she gingerly gripped it and he wondered how much experience she had. But as she stroked his shaft he didn’t care; he was hypnotized by how soft and delicate her hands felt against his cock. She started to lower her head to his lap and he let out a low growl while leaning back on his elbows, watching her take his tip in her mouth. It was his turn to gasp when she began to rhythmically move her mouth up and down before pausing to explore his balls. She seemed timid as she circled her tongue around them, as though she was trying to be extra careful. He moaned in appreciation and she cautiously put an entire one in her mouth and gently sucked while massaging the other.
He was in ecstasy and was almost disappointed when she stopped to return to his raging erection. His disappointment quickly subsided as he whispered, “Oh my God!” when she took every inch of him in her mouth and held him there while his cock pulsed reflexively against the back of her throat. That proved to be too much for him, and he sat up before flipping her over on to her back.
He couldn’t get her shorts and panties off quickly enough and almost fell on the floor when he found her completely waxed. She started reaching for the nightstand and he grabbed her hand. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity—her freshly waxed pussy was practically an engraved invitation to lick it. He slid down between her knees and spread her legs wide open, loving how they trembled as he did so. She whimpered when he put his hot breath on the inside of her thighs, and he dragged his tongue firmly up her mound, savoring the smoothness of her skin and the taste of her juices as he lapped them up. After licking her thoroughly from her lips to her ass, he turned his attention to her clit before sliding a finger in and out of her. She gasped when he started flicking his tongue over her knot. When her breathing quickened and he felt her getting wetter, he knew she was already close to climaxing. He began to finger her faster and faster while licking and sucking her harder before replacing his mouth with two fingers and rubbing rapidly over her clit as if he were polishing it. Just then, he felt her entire body stiffen and then shudder with release as she yelled out, “Yes!” over and over. He felt immense satisfaction as she writhed against him in total ecstasy.
He wiped his mouth on the sheet before lying down beside her, propped up on one elbow and watching her face, relishing the final effects of what he had done to her. She kept her eyes closed until her breathing lessened, then smiled before opening them. His cock jumped when she turned to him and whispered breathlessly in his ear, “Your turn.”
She pushed him down on his back and straddled him, rubbing slowly and purposefully up and down against his cock, but didn’t put him inside her. Reaching out toward the nightstand while trying to remain on top of him, she pulled a condom from the drawer and slowly opened it while starting to grind against him again.
She was apparently enjoying torturing him, but he was not. He took the package from her, ripped it open, and put it on, then grabbed her hips and tried to position himself to penetrate her without her help or guidance. He finally situated himself r
ight under her and started to press himself into her. She was so tight he knew he’d have to go slow. When he was fully inside her, he reached up with his left hand and smoothed her hair from her face. “Are you okay?” he whispered softly.
She answered him by placing her hands on his stomach, arching her body back and thrusting against him in a rhythm that made him sure he wasn’t going to last long, regardless of the latex barrier between them. He loved watching her move up and down on him, especially as her boobs bounced when she came down hard. He grabbed her underneath her perfect ass and flipped her over onto her back. He needed to be in control or she was going to make him come in a matter of thirty seconds, and he was enjoying this way too much to let that happen. Slowing the pace, he watched her with her eyes closed. When she opened them, he gazed down at her, overwhelmed with passion. Reaching up, she pulled his mouth to hers. Knowing she could taste herself on his lips and the fact she continued to kiss him long and deep turned him on even more, if that were possible.
He began to increase the intensity of their lovemaking and when he started to grunt as he pushed into her, she cried out breathlessly, “Oh yes! I want you to come!”
That was all it took. He let out a guttural moan and forcefully thrust into her three more times before tensing up, then relaxed as he released inside her.
After he regained his composure, he gazed at her tenderly before gently kissing her lips. “You are so beautiful,” he said softly, then slowly slid out of her and went into the bathroom to clean up. When he returned to bed, he grabbed her hips and rolled her so she was on top of him again. She laid her head against his chest, and he heard her sigh before he dozed off, stroking her hair and holding her tight against him, utterly sexually satisfied and content with the feeling of her body on his.
Chapter 4
AVA woke to the smell of coffee. She opened her eyes and could see the dawn’s light starting to shine through her blinds. Taking a delicious full body stretch, hands above her head, and letting out an mmm as she finished, she wouldn’t have been able to wipe the smile off her face if her life depended on it. She’d finally had movie sex.
She looked over to see Travis in the doorway with a cup of coffee, clad only in his boxers, smiling back at her.
“Morning,” he said with a low voice.
“Good morning!” she replied back with a smile. Ava stretched again, only this time the sheet covering her naked body slipped down to her waist. She watched his eyes dance with delight when she didn’t rush to drape it back over her and instead laid there, enjoying being naked in front of him.
Sitting down on the bed next to her, he leaned in and asked, “Regrets?” while tucking her hair behind her ear.
Ava flipped over onto her stomach, hugging her pillow, facing him, her ass only half covered by the sheet. Last night had been incredible. She’d gained some of the experience she was searching for and put some of her theories into practice, with mind-blowing results. At least for her.
“Not a single, solitary one,” she purred. “You?”
“Are you kidding? I had you, naked, in my arms all night. My only regret is I can’t lie in bed naked with you all day.”
“Mmm, you’re right, that would be lovely.” She slid over and put her head in his lap and closed her eyes while picturing what that would actually be like.
He stroked her hair for a minute before speaking. “I think it’s best if I go before anyone wakes up around here and sees me sneaking out of your place like a tomcat. I have two boys I’m sure are still sawing logs in my guest room, but I need to get back before they know I was gone.”
She knew he was right, of course, but would have loved to have a round two of last night before he left. What has gotten into me? She grinned. Travis had gotten into her—literally.
“I’m only thinking of your reputation, darling,” he drawled when she didn’t move her head so he could leave.
She sighed. That damn reputation.
She got out of bed and put on the tattered robe she had left there after she moved into her condo. Travis slipped his shorts on and T-shirt back over his head and met her at the door leading out to the pool. Having never had a one-night stand before, she wasn’t sure what to expect next. Operation Sex Kitten had just gotten underway; this was all new to her. Do they exchange numbers, promising to call, but both knowing that’s not going to happen? Or do they leave it as it is, no empty promises, nothing more than a goodbye with a kiss?
Those thoughts were swirling around Ava’s head as she stood there, hand on the doorknob, ready to open it and send him on his way, so what he said next confused her a little.
“When can I see you again, Ava?”
Wait, what? Is that just something he’s supposed to say or did he really mean it? She was at a loss for words. More importantly, do I want to see him again?
He brushed the hair away from her face. “I can see you again, can’t I?”
He towered over her in her bare feet by almost a foot and was so close to her she had to strain to tilt her head far back enough to look at his face. She let go of the doorknob and leaned her head against his chest. His arms came around her, holding her close.
“I’d love to see you again,” she murmured. She was sure there was a lot more she could learn from him.
“Then why the hesitation?” He took a step back and tilted her chin toward him. My God, he has a commanding presence.
“I guess I wasn’t sure this was more than a one-time thing,” she answered as she dropped her eyes from his.
“Is that what you want?” He almost seemed hurt at the thought.
“No. I’ve just—I’ve just never done something like this before so I’m unsure of the protocol.”
He laughed at her use of the word protocol. “Well, the protocol in this situation is you have dinner with me tonight.”
She tried not to smile too widely when she told him, “I’d like that.”
“I’ll be in touch later today then with the details.” He leaned down and gently kissed her while opening the door. “Last night was incredible,” he murmured against her lips.
He hadn’t taken three steps out the door when Ava called after him. “Travis?”
He swung around and waited.
She held her right palm facing up in a questioning manner. “Um, what’s your last name?” She was a little ashamed to be asking at this point. She was sure even sex kittens learned last names first.
He grinned at her. “Sterling,” he responded, then turned on his heel and quickly made his way to the pool gate that led to the driveway before anyone else saw him.
After he quietly and gingerly closed the gate behind him, he put his hand up to wave goodbye to her as she watched him from her doorway. Ava walked back in the pool house and slumped down on the couch.
Holy shit. I just slept with Travis Sterling.
Chapter 5
TRAVIS Sterling was notorious for two things: being the best real estate attorney in the state and being a perpetual bachelor. And Frannie Ericson adored him. She’d met him many years ago when she was chairing the ball benefitting the Wounded Warrior Project, WWP. Travis was the biggest supporter of the event and had remained so over the years. Her mother often gushed about how kind and generous he was and whoever ended up with him was going to be one lucky girl. One time, right after the inaugural ball, Francine had sighed wistfully and remarked to her husband, in front of Ava, she knew Travis was destined for great things, and she wished he would wait for their oldest daughter. Ava was twenty at the time and had barely had her first kiss. Robert Ericson grumbled he wasn’t sure he felt the same way. Travis, although plenty likeable as far as her father was concerned, was already becoming known as quite the ladies’ man. Judge Ericson wanted more for his Ava Bear.
Over the years, she’d heard Travis’ name mentioned off and on, in the newspaper, social situations, or around the dinner table. She didn’t pay much attention, but when she heard mention
of him, she’d recognize he was the lawyer her mother thought so highly of. Her mother could always count on Sterling and his firm’s support for whatever charity function she was involved in, and she continued working on the WWP, in various capacities, as her time permitted. This year, Mrs. Ericson was again chairing the ball which had become an annual event. This was the first one Ava was going to actually attend as a guest and she was looking forward to seeing her mother in her element. Ava had gone in previous years, acting as a coat-check girl, running items up to the stage for the live auction, or taking people’s money for raffle tickets, and was always in awe at how graceful her mother was. How she was able to pull the evening off without a hitch. The upcoming ball was in six weeks, and she and Frannie were supposed to go dress shopping when her parents returned from their vacation. She thought her mother was more excited than Ava was about buying Ava a new dress. While excited to see her mother’s success, balls and formals weren’t her favorite thing.
After Ava got her real estate license, she heard a lot more stories about Travis. She would overhear female realtors after meeting him swoon about how devastatingly handsome he was and how he oozed charm and masculinity. She’d also heard about his arrogance and impatience and his ability to go for the jugular without remorse if crossed. His reputation as a lawyer was simple; if you wanted the best and could pony up the dough, you hired Travis Sterling. He took no prisoners and if his case ended up actually going to court, he almost always won. Nine times out of ten, the case didn’t go to court; nobody wanted to chance going up against him. Which made him in high demand and very wealthy and, Ava concluded, probably accounted for some of his arrogance.
