His gaze drops to the watch on his wrist. “Fuck, yes. Dismissal is in ten minutes.”
He makes his way to the corner without another word to me. I wait for him to turn for one last glance, but it never comes, so I head in the opposite direction searching for a way to fill my time that doesn’t include thinking non-stop about him.
“AVA!” Alexander smiles as he sees me standing in the reception area of the school he named after his late mother, Anna Donato.
I had nothing but time.
After leaving Nova, I wandered a few blocks before hopping on the subway to go home.
Once there, I changed out of my belated birthday lunch outfit into jeans, a white T-shirt, and a blue cardigan before I sat down at the piano to continue working on my composition. Nothing sparked inside me, so I decided a strong cup of coffee from a nearby café might do the trick.
It was there, while I was waiting in line, that I received a text message from Alex asking if I could stop in to see him.
I forgot about the coffee, got back on the subway, and headed straight to midtown to this old off-Broadway theater that now houses his school.
“I’m glad you asked me to stop in,” I counter. “How are you?”
Since our first meeting, I’ve had time to absorb the fact that he enjoys my work. I’m grateful for that because this time, I’m not a blubbering mess who can’t form a fully coherent sentence.
“Good.” He motions toward a door. “There is someone here that is dying to meet you.”
I shoot him a smile. “Who?”
“Charity,” he says. “She’s twelve. She has talent beyond her years, and when I mentioned meeting you the other day, she confessed that she’s a fan too. She stumbled on a few videos online of you performing.”
I know exactly what videos he’s talking about. A few of my friends from school in London met up at a pub one night, and we took turns showcasing our talents to entertain the patrons. We enjoyed it so much that we continued the tradition once a month until winter break. When school started again, our schedules didn’t leave time for pub performances, so they fell to the wayside.
“I’d love to meet her,” I say excitedly.
Alex grins. “Come with me. You’re about to make her day.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Harrison
At any other time, the soft knock at the door would seem innocuous, but tonight there’s far more weight behind it and the promise of a night I won’t soon forget.
I trod barefoot across the hardwood floor, double-checking my attire.
I think I know what she’ll say when I open the door. She’ll make some cute remark about me being dressed very casually.
That’s what I’m going for because the clothes I’m wearing are meant to be very temporary.
I lured Ava here with the promise of a home-cooked meal, but before that happens, I plan on collecting the dessert I missed out on yesterday.
I’ll have her naked in my bed with my cock buried inside her within the next fifteen minutes.
I swing open the door just at the moment her teeth are latched onto her bottom lip.
Fuck me.
If the sight of her isn’t enough to rouse my cock, the reminder of what it felt like to have those teeth scraping against my skin is.
I’ve had countless blow jobs in my life, but when Ava went down on me, it was a perfect fusion of lips, tongue, and teeth.
I want more of that.
“Come in.” I motion for her to enter.
She does as she rakes me from head to toe. “Did I interrupt you while you were getting dressed?”
I glance down at my open button-down shirt and the faded jeans. “No.”
I debated whether or not to button the shirt but decided against it since she enjoyed what she saw the other night.
“In that case.” Her fingers move swiftly to unzip the white sweater she’s wearing. A pink lace bra pops into view.
“You’re aching to be fucked.”
Her eyes widen. “You don’t mince words, do you?”
“I want you, Ava,” I state the obvious. “Come to bed with me.”
“Then you’ll feed me?” she asks with a chuckle.
I hold out a hand. “I will.”
“How can I say no to that?” Her hand drops into mine.
I bring it to my lips to kiss her palm. “I’ve missed you, London.”
Her eyes search mine. I have no idea what she’s on the hunt for, so I ask. “Is everything all right?”
She steps closer, bouncing up to the toes of her boots. “Everything is perfect. Just like you.”
If only that were true.
I’m so far from perfect that I can’t offer her more than this. Sex, food, and perhaps some semblance of a friendship so when I see her in the future with another man, it won’t shred me from the inside out.
I almost laugh aloud at the prospect of that. She’s not the type of woman a man gets over. She’s a woman who burrows herself into a spot within a man’s soul that will forever belong just to her.
I cup her delicate face in my hands. “I’m not perfect.”
“To me, you are,” she whispers.
I press my lips to hers for a slow kiss. “Are you ready?”
She slides the sweater from her body, dropping it to the floor. “What do you think?”
As she squeals, I haul her over my shoulder, smack her ass and carry her up to my bed.
She looks into my eyes like she trusts me. She trusts me with her body. I know that because she tossed her bra on the floor as soon as we reached the doorway to my bedroom.
I stood there, jaw hanging open, staring at her.
How could I not?
She’s incredibly comfortable in her skin. She doesn’t try to hide under the shadow of darkness or creep into the bed when my back is turned as many women in my past have.
Ava loves her body. I swear she loves it almost as much as I do.
I hover over her, my entire weight balancing on one hand as I scan her face. A lamp on the table next to the bed is shooting light in our direction, but it’s dim.
“You’re an amazing lover,” she whispers. “You’re going to devour me, aren’t you?”
I nod. “I can’t resist you, London. The way you taste. It’s incredible.”
“I like the way you taste, too,” she confesses.
I smile softly. “We’ll save that for later. For now, I want my fill of you.”
I trace a path of kisses down her neck, over the soft valley between her breasts and lower still.
As I’m about to lick a path over her cleft, she tangles her fingers in my hair. “Like that, Harry.”
I’ll give her everything she could ever possibly want. I take my time, licking, kissing, and biting her as she writhes beneath me.
“I want to come now,” she whimpers through a stuttered breath.
I slide a finger into her channel, my balls tightening at the snug warmth. I want to take her bare. I want to drive my cock into her pussy and fuck her until she feels me for days after.
I take her clit between my lips and suck, sending her hips off the bed in search of what she wants most. I give that to her, chasing her over the edge until she cries out, her sweet moans bouncing off the walls.