by Aya Mai
Dejectedly, Grayson flopped down in his chair, knowing he had to lose himself in work or else he’d go mad thinking about the brunette beauty sitting in the office located not even fifty feet away.
Chapter 2 - Ava
It was almost ten p.m. Dinner with Martin had gone according to plan. After hours of talking, he had finally signed the contract. He was now CPH’s newest author. Ava had no doubt he was going to be a bestseller.
During the evening, Martin did try and talk about personal stuff, and he had moved his stool closer to hers, but Ava had done everything she could to remain professional. Martin was a handsome and talented man, but she couldn't risk dating someone she worked with. It would be unprofessional. And then there was Grayson Montgomery.
Ava had made a mistake by taking Martin out for a work dinner at the Osteria dei Mascalzoni. She had no idea what kind of place it was, but Grayson had been right, it had been far too romantic for a work dinner.
Osteria dei Mascalzoni was a place you brought a date. The place was old, rustic, and romantic as hell. The lights had been soft, and the food delicious.
It was the thought of Grayson that made Ava stop by the office instead of going home after her dinner. With the signed contract in hand, she made the excuse that she wanted to drop it off at the office before heading home for bed. A small voice inside her head laughed at her and said that it could easily wait until morning. The voice was right. She almost turned around and walked back to her car, but in the end, she didn't. Grayson wouldn't even be there, right? Grayson Montgomery would be long gone by now. He wouldn't still be in his office, waiting for little old her to show up so they could have their fifteen minutes daily dose of office sex, would he?
She hadn't seen him all day since their morning interaction. He had been like a ghost. She had wondered if he had left the office. Normally, he made a mission out of constantly riling her up every chance he got. He usually bothered her several times a day. On the days he wasn’t in the office, the place seemed empty and dull.
Ava took the elevator up to the office. When the pling from the elevator sounded, letting her know she had arrived at her destination, she robotically stepped out. The place was drowned in blackness except for one soft light coming from a corner office.
Grayson Montgomery’s office.
With shaky steps, Ava walked toward the light, knowing it was a bad idea.
The door to his office was open, but he didn’t see her standing in the opening. Grayson was hunched over his desk. She had never seen the great Grayson Montgomery look the way he did now. His usually styled hair was sticking out in all directions as if he had dragged his hands through it repeatedly, his suit jacket hung on the chair, his dress shirt was wrinkled, and his sleeves were rolled up, showcasing his muscular forearms. He looked like a mess. A good-looking mess.
Ava knocked on the open door, and Grayson immediately sat up straight, his eyes zooming in on her, studying her frame, looking for any signs of injuries. She chuckled at his behavior and slowly walked toward him, holding up the contract in her hands, placing it softly on his desk.
‘’I did it,’’ Ava said proudly.
Grayson blinked several times, gazing around the room, looking down on his watch, almost as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing. When he came back to himself, he shot out a hand for Ava to take, which she did. He pulled her around his desk, positioning her between his legs, her ass perched on the edge of his desk.
She had been in this situation many times before, but each time Ava still welled up with anticipation and a strange need to rip Grayson’s clothes off and ravage him as much as he always ravaged her.
‘’It’s late. It took you some time convincing him to sign,’’ he bit out through clenched teeth, taking the contract in his hands, looking it over, acknowledging the signature with a scoff.
‘’Is it really impossible for you to be nice to me?’’ Ava asked dejectedly.
‘’Come here,’’ Grayson said, moving closer to Ava, letting the contract fall down on the desk as he wrapped his arms around her waist. ‘’I’ll show you exactly how nice I can be to you.’’ Grayson smirked and winked. Instantly, memories of the two of them on his desk flew through Ava’s mind.
‘’Why can’t you ever say something nice to me? Why can’t you tell me congratulations on signing a new author who is most likely going to be a bestseller? You could at least say well done, Ava.’’
‘’I didn’t think it needed to be said how amazing you are at your job.’’
‘’I don’t believe you. Why else would you never say it? Why else would you keep insisting on joining me for every business meeting I have if not to look over my shoulder to see if I’m doing a good enough job? Clearly, you don’t believe in my work and don’t trust me enough to get the job done.’’
‘’That’s not true,’’ Grayson muttered, his jaw ticking, his fingers squeezing her waist. ‘’Maybe you should try focusing more on female writers.’’
‘’Female writers?’’ Ava asked confused. ‘’What has that got to do with anything?’’
‘’You only ever choose male authors,’’ Grayson grumbled.
‘’That’s a load of bullshit coming from you. You only choose female authors.’’
‘’Because so far you’ve only signed authors of the male kind.’’
‘’What is it with you and women, huh?’’ Ava exclaimed. ‘’Everyone in the office knows you only pick female writers to expand your hunting ground.’’
‘’Hunting ground? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’’
‘’It means you just want a bigger portfolio of new women to do you know what with.’’
‘’If you haven’t noticed, sweetheart, my hands are completely full,’’ Grayson responded, making a scene out of squeezing her ass, forcing her to let out a needy moan.
Ava hated that Grayson did something to her body she couldn't explain. She couldn't say no to him. It was like he was heroin and she a drug addict. She hated the power he had over her and her body. He could make her sing in a way no man had ever been able to before.
Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer, needing to feel him. She dug her fingers down into his flesh, annoyed that he was still wearing his dress shirt. She wanted skin, and she wanted it now.
Grayson let out a low growl as Ava dug her nails painfully down in his flesh before her palms came to his front and traveled down his chest. Their eyes connected. They resembled each other, not in color, but in emotion. They were both beyond saving. They wanted each other. They needed each other. Now. They came together like two hurricanes, their lips battling for victory.
Ava tore at Grayson’s shirt, ripping buttons off his fancy white dress shirt before pulling it off his body. Grayson squeezed her ass, pulling the fabric of her short skirt up her thighs and over her butt. Grayson tore his lips off hers and pushed her back until her back was resting on the desk, her legs spread wide for his sight only.
Grayson smirked as he in a slow and seductive move, peeled her black lace panties down her legs. He gazed at her exposed lower half, making her feel vulnerable. Ava should be used to Grayson’s intense eyes on her by now with how often he took his time to look at her when they were intimate. It was like he was trying to memorize her every curve.
Sometimes, when they talked in the office during the day, she could see it in his eyes - him remembering her body in less professional situations. It made her wet and horny. It made her keep coming back to him almost every night.
Grayson moved his body forward, his mouth attacking her wet pussy, tasting her. His tongue danced around her sensitive clit, his lips sucking it into his mouth with a savagery that caused Ava’s eyes to roll back in her skull. One large finger dipped into the beginnings of her folds, spreading her wetness, leaving her a soaking mess.
A tiny whine escaped from the back of Ava’s throat when Grayson’s talented mouth left her clit. She could him chuckle against her
skin, the sound sending vibrations through her body.
‘’Be patient,’’ Grayson grinned.
‘’You of all people shouldn’t be asking me to be patient; you’re the most impatient man that…’’ Ava’s words faltered as Grayson’s tongue resumed its earlier task, running from top to bottom in one slow, torturous stroke.
Grayson seemed to relish in the way he could make her words falter right on the tip of her tongue, which probably was why he repeated the motion several times, each time taking a moment to worship her tender clit.
He hummed in delight against her wetness, her folds were glistening and ready. He pressed his nose against her lower abdomen as his tongue prodded for entrance, tasting her arousal. Ava moaned loudly when his tongue entered her. During the short time they spent together at night without arguing, it always came as a surprise to her that Grayson always worshipped her like a servant worshipped his queen.
Her mind got caught on the ludicrous thought of her becoming a Montgomery one day a little longer than it should have. She quickly pressed the absurd thought aside. Ava had three rules in life: no falling in love, no marriage, and no kids.
She had decided on that kind of life a long time ago, and no man was going to change her mind, especially not Grayson Montgomery, not that he was interested in those things with her anyway. He wasn’t a settling down type of man, and she wasn’t that type of woman. What they had was causal and satisfying.
Grayson’s unshaved chin brushed against her tender thighs, sending waves of electricity through her body. Ava looked down on him, watching his hooded eyes hungry with desire. Ava could only watch with a hazy expression, her breath panting, her lips parting slightly, a sheen of sweat breaking across her skin.
A wicked smile and a mischievous glint in Grayson’s eyes made Ava hold her breath with anticipation. Grayson Montgomery was the devil, and he was doing a fine job of corrupting her. His tongue flicked her bean like a pro, her pelvis involuntarily rising in search of more friction.
His large digit slowly moved in and out of her warmth. She hissed out in delight when Grayson added a second finger, both digits curling slightly, pressing up against her inner wall, searching diligently for that sweet spot that would have her tipping over the edge.
A few determined strokes later, Ava jolted, a sharp moan falling from her open mouth as Grayson hit her G-spot.
‘’That’s the spot, huh,’’ Grayson purred in a throaty tone, his breath hitting her sensitive core.
‘’Less talking, Mr. Montgomery, more action,’’ Ava hissed, planting her hands in his dirty blonde locks, pressing him against her core.
‘’As you wish,’’ Grayson growled lowly, his grin devious and playful.
Without further orders, Grayson pumped his fingers into her at a pace that Ava desperately needed to be faster. She was so close. She just needed that last thing for her to fall over the edge. She screwed her eyes shut, clenching her teeth together hard, whispering curses under her breath.
Grayson’s tongue traced circles on her clit, his fingers never ceasing their rhythm. Ava’s fingers tightened in his strands as untamed pleasure started to throb in her core, her muscles in her abdomen tensing in anticipation. Everything was heightened. Everything seemed so vivid and clear and yet so surreal at the same time.
The city and her constant worries about the future seemed to slip away when she was with Grayson. Nothing beyond this room mattered when she was with him.
Ava’s breath got caught in her throat, her toes curled, and her eyes became heavy. Being with Grayson was like coming alive. Grayson’s tongue worked faster as if sensing she was close to reaching the finish line.
Just a little more, she thought to herself, rubbing her pelvis against his mouth. His blue orbs were drunk with lust. With every uncontrollable sound, every breathless plea, every erratic motion, she begged him for more.
And then everything seemed to stop for a second. The world stopped spinning. The clock stopped ticking. The only thing left was her and Grayson. Then the second was over. The thundering sound of her own heart reached her ears. She arched her back, her stomach tightened...and finally, she was there.
Ava let go with a loud yell as she threw her head back, mouth agape with utter pleasure.
‘’GRAYSON!’’
She shouted his name like a prayer that would bring her closer to salvation, or was it closer to sin? She didn’t have time to think about it because Grayson continued his onslaught with his tongue and fingers. She screamed his name, moaned his name, growled his name until it was all over.
Her spent body laid on Grayson’s desk like a used ragdoll. Her fingers slowly slipped from Grayson’s hair, falling to the desk as she panted in exhaustion. Grayson slowly retracted from between her legs, but not before leaving several slow kisses on her inner thighs.
Grayson hovered over Ava’s body, his eyes tracing her every curve. He gently pulled the buttons on her blouse apart, exposing her heaving chest. She felt self-conscious even though she knew her breasts weren’t too small nor too big; they fit perfectly in Grayson’s palms.
Grayson leaned down, kissing Ava with the taste of her own cum still fresh on his lips. She hummed around the impulse action, not finding it disgusting at all. She blamed the mind-blowing orgasm she was still recovering from.
The sound of Grayson’s belt being undone was like music to her ears. The sound of his zipper being drawn down sounded like a choir of angels singing. Or was it small demons? Ava didn’t care. She pressed her hands against his cheeks, kissing him softly. The kiss quickly turned rough and needy. Grayson shoved down his pants and boxers, allowing his large member to spring free.
Ava watched with glee as her eyes landed on his hard cook, the tip red and glistening with precum. She licked her lips and heard Grayson moan. She felt him position himself at her entrance when suddenly her brain started to function again. She placed a hand on his naked, well-sculpted chest, admiring the view. No wonder women always flocked around him. Grayson was rich, kind, charming, a great businessman, handsome, and hot as hell.
‘’Everything alright?’’ he asked, concern lacing his sex-upped voice.
‘’Condom,’’ Ava said.
‘’Is it necessary?’’
‘’Yes, it is. I don’t want any STDs from you.’’
The words left her mouth before she realized how mean they had sounded. She saw Grayson flinch, half expecting him to say something mean back, but he didn’t. She didn’t know why, but it bothered her that she had hurt him.
Grayson’s jaw was shut tightly, and he was no longer looking at her. For a moment, Ava wondered if he was going to pull away. If so, then so be it. Ava didn’t mess around without a condom. She wasn’t on the pill, they made her sick, and she wasn’t interested in a baby bump or an STD.
After another awkward second, Grayson rummaged through his desk drawer and pulled out a foil packaged, giving her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He took the small object and ripped it open in a practiced motion.
He rolled the condom down his erect cock, smirking at Ava as she studied him with lust and desire. He grabbed her around the hips and pulled her to him in a firm hold. Ava squealed in delight. Grayson quickly positioned himself at her entrance and roughly pushed in. Ava threw her head back in ecstasy before her eyes fluttered closed at the overload of sensations she was experiencing. Her inner walls were slick and pulsating after her earlier orgasm.
Grayson let out a gravelly moan as he thrust in and out of her in a punishing pace.
‘’You’re so beautiful, sweetheart...so tight,’’ he whispered in Ava’s ear breathlessly, his hands moving from her hips and up to her breasts, molding them, kissing them, sucking her nipples into his mouth.
Ava wrapped her fingers behind his neck, digging her nails into his skin. Her body engulfed in flames due to the feeling of having Grayson inside her, filling her up.
Grayson’s hips pushed in and out of her, over and over again. If someone wer
e to ask her what two plus two equaled, she wouldn't have been able to answer them correctly.
The slapping sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the office. Grayson’s pace increased, she could feel him getting close to reaching his climax. He was as close as she herself was to reaching her own. Ava’s hands roamed his body wherever she could reach while her legs wrapped tightly around his narrow waist.
Grayson attacked her neck with fierce nips, leaving blooming bruises and evidence of their moment together littered across her throat. She’d have to cover them up with makeup tomorrow. It should piss her off, but it didn’t. She wanted his marks on her body as much as she wanted to see her marks on him. Big hands traveled to her slender hips, Grayson’s grip left fingermarks on her pale flesh as he dragged her into his hard thrusts.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, huffing and panting as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven.
‘’I’m so close….’’ he snarled in an almost apologetic way, his eyebrows furrowing together as he dragged his head back to look at her.
Ava curled her lips into a wicked smile as she clenched her muscles around his cock, earning her a winded groan from the glorious Grayson Montgomery. He was a magnificent beast to watch.
‘’Come for me,’’ Ava said boldly. ‘’Come inside me,’’ she whispered in his ear softly, moving her back off the table, her tongue coming up to trace around the shell of his ear teasingly.
The moan that escaped from his gut was low and needy. Grayson drove into her with a vengeance, fingers clawing at her flesh, his lips covering hers in a searing kiss. With several more frantic thrusts, an orgasm exploded through Ava’s body.
Grayson roared loudly. ‘’That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock, sweetheart.’’
Ava did exactly as Grayson demanded. She saw stars and moons and colorful unicorns. She screamed his name into the empty room.
Grayson followed right behind her, filling the tight space of the condom mercilessly, huffing and groaning as he whispered Ava’s name, his body sagging over hers as he rode out his orgasm.
