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Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise For Jodi Ellen Malpas
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
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  43. About Jodi Ellen Malpas
  44. Also by Jodi Ellen Malpas

I wince back those thoughts as Kate bursts through the door. She eyes us. Mouths an apology. Then shoots up the stairs, leaving us alone. There was a happy twinkle in her eye. I laugh under my breath, my groin pushing forward against Ava, my forehead meeting hers. Her breathy pants warm my face, her eyes glistening. “If we were alone,” I whisper, feeling every part of her body responding. It’s incredible. One touch. “You would be against that wall, and I would be fucking you stupid.” My appetite for this woman is ferocious.

“I can be quiet,” she breathes, applying pressure where it counts, begging for me. “Gag me if you must,” she adds, and I inwardly balk. Gag her? No. Listening to her scream and moan is one of my new favorite things.

Her desperation for me is reassuring. I grin, thoroughly pleased with myself. “Trust me,” I murmur, “you’ll be screaming. No gag will stifle it.”

She inhales, her body beginning to vibrate. Jesus, tomorrow I’m going to eat her alive. No question. “Now, tomorrow.” Let’s make some arrangements to ensure my sanity. “I’d like to make an appointment.”

Her eyebrows raise. “An appointment to fuck me?”

I laugh loudly, the sound pure and rare. I like this Ava. Accepting Ava. Willing Ava. “I want you back at The Manor so you can take the details you really need to start working on some designs.” And then I will fuck her. Make love to her. Kiss her. Cuddle her. Eat my fucking dinner off her.

My body responds to the very thought, and I’m taking her mouth again, getting everything I can before I have to leave and sort out Coral. My kiss hardens, frustration aiding it. I rip myself away and breathe down on her dazed form. “I don’t make appointments to fuck you, Ava,” I murmur, making sure I’m clear. “I’ll be doing that when I please.” Whenever, wherever. That’s something else she must accept.

I look toward the stairs, wishing Kate away. Luck isn’t on my side today. “The Manor at noon.” I have to touch her just one more time, stroking her flushed cheek as she nods her agreement. “Good girl.” I give her one last affectionate kiss on her forehead, marveling at the heat of her skin for a moment, then I have a brief argument with my legs before they relent and carry me away. I close the door behind me and drink in air, placing my hand on my chest to feel the consistent, steady beat.

Alive.

I’m so alive. And despite having to leave her, I’m blissful.

How does Ava O’Shea do that to me?

15

Drew is coming down the steps of The Manor when I arrive, and my pace falters slightly when I catch the expression on his face—a look of pure filth that could turn me to stone.