“Do you ever not say what you’re thinking?” I said, turning to face her. Her hands were both on me now. I checked the room: we were pretty much out of sight of anyone from Callaghan Green, but that wasn’t to say someone wouldn’t walk towards the bathrooms and see us talking - or touching in Ava’s case.
“Never. I believe in being honest. I’ve never gotten anywhere with giving half-truths or trying to hint at what I actually mean. But I try to be kind. Always,” she said. “And your body is hot.”
I wasn’t above flexing a few muscles as she traced around them through my shirt. My cock was half hard and if she stood any closer she’d find that out.
“How was your week?” She spoke perfectly normally, as if she wasn’t aware of the colossal effect she was having on me. “Or two weeks. I talked about myself so much before I didn’t ask about you. How very rude.”
“And you talked about yourself to take my mind away from posting Andrea’s box,” I said, the hand that wasn’t holding my beer now on Ava’s hip. “I knew what you were doing.”
She tipped her head to one side, a Callaghan characteristic I’d noticed as both her sisters and Seph did the same. “Half true. It was also nice to talk about my business and what I do. You seemed interested. Most blokes think I’m talking crap and making up what I do. They don’t think that someone like me can fix a roof or install a bathroom.”
I finished the rest of my beer and reached over to put the glass down, my now free hand going to her hip and bringing her closer. “I’ve heard about what you do from your family. Your dad used to tell me every day what you were up to.”
“Do you miss working with him?” she said. We’d backed further away from the bar into the corridor that led to the bathrooms.
I nodded. “He was brilliant. He had so much experience and knew the law inside and out. But it was the right time for him to retire.” Grant Callaghan had been a commercial litigator and my department had been his when I’d first started working at Callaghan Green.
Ava nodded. “He needs to have a life. He’s spent so much time working. That’s why I try to keep a balance. I don’t want to wait until I’m nearly sixty to enjoy myself.”
She looked up at me with her huge blue eyes that made me want to drown in them. I thought about Max’s words and rebounds and wondered if that was why I found her so fucking gorgeous, but I’d always seen her and looked. When she would bounce into the office to see her father I’d noticed her, but I’d been with Andrea and I wasn’t a bit of a kid like Seph, led by my dick. I had more self-control than that. Or so I thought.
“You seem to enjoy yourself a whole lot.”
“Yeah, well, I try to put myself in situations that will give me pleasure rather than pain. Although, a little pain can be good sometimes.” She raised a brow at me and smirked. My cock smirked back.
“Come home with me tonight,” I said into her hair, keeping her close. No one had passed us yet but we’d be noticed as missing soon.
“I thought it was a one-time thing?” She put her hands on my chest, thumbs running over my nipples. Her voice was low and contained a hitch.
I pulled her hips in to meet mine. “Can we make it a two-time thing?”
“As long as no one else knows.”
“You want to lie?”
She shook her head, blonde hair dancing. “No. I want to keep it secret. You’ll get a load of shit from my brothers and Payton, and they’ll spend half of next week reminding me that you’ve just split up with someone. And this is just a two-time thing.”
I nodded. I would’ve nodded to anything right now if she agreed to another night. I wanted my hands back in that long, thick hair and my cock buried deep in her tight pussy. The thought of her lying in the middle of my bed, looking up at me was the only thing I could consider being my ambition right now. Fuck winning my next case. Fuck becoming an equity partner. Fuck everything apart from her. No, I wanted to fuck her too. “A two-time thing. What are your plans for tomorrow?”
“Why?” she said, eyeing me. One of her hands had dropped to my stomach, fingering my abs and heading lower.
“Because I need to know how late I can keep you up.”
I felt a shiver run through her and grinned. The effect she had on me wasn’t just one way.
“I have to get a house warming present for Max and Victoria. I’m going shopping with Payton for it. And I’m planning on seeing that house. The auction is next week.”
Her lips stayed parted, her hand inching under my belt. I was hard enough to cut diamonds and I was aware she could feel every inch. I bent my head and found her lips with mine, keeping the kiss tender and chaste. A promise. “I’ll text you my address and see you there.”
This time her smile was flustered. “I expect you to live up to last time,” she said, her eyes purposely dropping down towards my cock. “No whisky dick.”
I used a finger to lift her chin. “That won’t be a problem,” I said. “I’d rather spend all night fucking you than having a drinking competition with Seph.”
“Good to know.” She reached up and kissed me, this time with a hint of what was to come rather than a promise. Her lips parted and allowed me access to her mouth which I took because I was no fool. My fingers wrapped in her hair, my other hand on her ass and I heard someone telling us to get a room. It wasn’t a voice I recognised but I remembered what she’d said about wanting to keep this secret so I broke the kiss.
Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed. “We should get back to everyone,” I said. “Or leave now.”
She shook her head. “Payton’s stressing. I’m going to see out the evening with her, but I’ll come to you after. Go. I should sort my lipstick out.” Her eyes searched my mouth.
