She moved off his desk, and when she looked back, she gasped. Her juices had smeared right on the desk. “Holy crap, I’m so sorry.”
Bent over his desk, she reached down to grab some tissues that had fallen. Smokey stood back so he could admire the curves of her ass. He’d be spreading them wide and fucking her puckered anus very soon. His cock was so fucking hard. He hadn’t given himself the pleasure today, but soon, he’d be inside her pussy.
Ava wiped his desk and quickly rushed toward her clothing.
“Before you go, I know the ground rules we set out was nothing was off-limits,” he said.
“Have you changed your mind?”
He’d never seen anyone get changed so fucking fast. Rubbing at his chin, he brought his focus back to her. “No. Look, I know how women get when it comes to sex. This is plain and simple fucking, Ava. I’m not going to marry you. I’m never going to be the guy who will remember an anniversary or a birthday. I don’t do shit like that. I’m all about the club. This place, my boys, Raven, they’re what comes first. This between us is fun. You’re not club.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not going to change my mind.”
“Smokey, I get that a lot of women mix feelings in with sex. I’ve just gotten out of a ten-year bad relationship. Believe me, I’m going to be using you for your body and what you can do for me. Not the other way around. I don’t want love. I don’t want commitment. I’m happy with just sex. It’s all I want.” She was dressed, and Smokey didn’t like how easy this was for her.
This was the kind of arrangement he wanted. What he actually needed, and yet, knowing Ava didn’t want anything from him but sex bothered him. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. No commitments.”
“You can’t have any other man.”
She nodded and clicked her tongue. “All right. The same goes for you. I don’t want any sloppy seconds.” She pulled in the corner of her lip, let it go with a smile. “I guess I’ll see you around, Smokey. You know where to find me.”
He watched her turn on her heel and leave the office.
Seconds later, Hunter turned up.
“Wow, she left with a smile on her face,” Hunter said.
“Shut the fuck up. What could possibly be going wrong at the shack?” he asked. The shack was a large warehouse where their porn gig was set up. Men and women worked for them. Occasionally, the boys would step in to have some fun, but for the most part, it was people they employed.
“A couple of girls arguing about their paycheck. They’re holding up Bill, and a couple of the girls have had no choice but to go home early,” Hunter said.
“For fuck’s sake, save me from drama queens. Anyone would think they’re actual celebrities.” He rolled up his sleeves and took off out of his office.
“Do you want to talk about the new piece of ass?” Hunter asked, following behind him.
“No.”
“Don’t you think with the mafia breathing down our neck and the Twisted Bastards meeting that you should be taking it easy? The bitch could be a spy.”
Smokey grabbed Hunter’s jacket. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You think it hasn’t happened before? Women working for different clubs? It happens all the time.”
“Ava’s not a damn spy.”
“She could be.”
“Hunter, enough. I know what the fuck I’m doing.” He glared at his VP as he climbed on his bike.
Ava wasn’t a threat. He was sure of it.
Chapter Four
Ava glanced over at the bubbling sauce. The peppers, onions, and tomatoes along with several herbs, and a lot of garlic, smelled so amazing. She grabbed a spoon, dipped it into the sauce, and had a quick taste. Closing her eyes, she smiled. Perfect.
She reduced the sauce to a simmer before salting the pasta water. Next, she didn’t care it was an entire packet of spaghetti, it was what she wanted. Ever since she’d gotten home, all she’d been thinking about was that kiss. Not just the kiss, but also the way his lips had felt on hers. The touch, the texture. The very thought of it aroused her even more. She wanted more of his kisses, more of his touches.
In fact, she just wanted more.
In all her adult years, she’d never felt this way about anyone. Not even her ex.
“It’s not love.”
She’d meant every single word she’d said. This wasn’t about love, and she didn’t care for it to be either. All she wanted was sex. Lots and lots of sex. Her pussy throbbed at the memory of his face between her thighs. She’d read about it, seen it, but never experienced it. The orgasms she’d produced at her own hands were mediocre at best.
“Get your head in the game.” She tried to shake off the memory and just focus on the pasta, but each second, she recalled Smokey’s face and the way he touched her. It meant something to her. It was crazy. She didn’t consider it love. It wasn’t that, but it was something.
“Focus, Ava. Just focus.” There was no way she was going to behave like a schoolgirl in front of him.
Smiling, she checked the pasta. It was almost cooked.
She quickly prepared the sink so she could drain it. After turning off the sauce, she checked her pasta again, perfectly cooked. She reserved some water and drained the pasta, returning it to the pot.
Ava was adding the sauce and sprinkling in some cheese when her doorbell rang. She paused with a frown.
Leaving her pasta and sauce, she went to the front door, forgetting to check who it was before she opened the door.
Smokey stood on the doorstep.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hi, yourself.” He stepped forward, banding an arm around her waist and pulling her close. His lips brushed across hers.
“Your business ended early?”
He winked at her. “I got it done as quickly as I could because I knew I was coming here.” He kissed her again. “Something smells really good.”
“That’s dinner.”
“Care to share?” he asked. “I’m starving. I haven’t had anything to eat.”
“Sure. I’ve got plenty.” She didn’t like to make small portions, so more often than not, it ended up in the freezer or as leftovers, which was another reason she rarely used meat in her food.
Smokey let her go and closed her front door. She returned to the kitchen and finished preparing their food. She served two generous portions for them. There was a place setting for her. She gave it to Smokey, sitting opposite him, and grabbed herself a knife and fork.
Pushing some hair off her face, she sat down. “Enjoy.”
“Can I ask you a question?” Smokey asked, looking almost hesitant.
“Sure.”
“Can you actually cook?”
She chuckled. “You’ve got proof right in front of you. I don’t understand.”
“It’s not that. It’s just, I know a woman who is trying so hard to learn to cook, and she’s fucking awful. The woman has nearly given me food poisoning more times than I can count.”
Ava laughed. “I can cook. I haven’t had any complaints.” It was the one area Derek couldn’t moan about. Meals were always good. “Just try it. I won’t be offended if you find it disgusting. I know peppers aren’t to everyone’s taste.”