Page 47 of Avenging Azalea

“Fuck, I want you,” I growled, picking her up and splaying her out on the Lambo.

“I want you, too. Please…I need you,” Fawn begged.

Fawn wrapped her legs around me, and the sundress she wore pooled at her waist. Grabbing her hands, I held them over her head and kissed her again.

There was no control. I was lost in her, and I didn’t care about any of the consequences. I was too close to the edge and hanging on by a thread. Grinding my cock against her, she arched off the car, and her breasts pressed into my chest.

“Boss?”

I tore my mouth away from Fawn’s with a snarl.

“What?”

Naji stood in the doorway with a ringing phone in his hand.

“You have a call.”

“Can’t you see I’m busy? I’ll call whoever it is back.” The phone kept ringing. “Naji, tell them I’ll call back.” He shook his head. “For fucks sake, shut the phone off then.”

He shook his head again, disobeying me. “Fuck, you’re fired.”

Pushing myself up….

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

I sat up with a gasp, blinking in confusion. My phone vibrated on the desk while the alarm rang. I grabbed it and hit End to stop the insufferable sound.

Slumping back in my office chair, I ran my hand through my hair and tried to get my bearings. That dream had been so vivid, so real. Fawn’s sweet scent was in my nose, and my lips tingled from our kiss. I didn’t need to look down to know that I was hard. Not even in sleep was I safe from the thoughts of my Little Bird.

Her essence followed me around like a spirit, haunting me. I’d started sleeping at the office two nights a week to keep control of my desires. It didn’t help. All it took to gut me was seeing her shadow in the kitchen or hearing her playing with the dogs outside.

There was no need to analyze this particular dream. I knew the source. It was a mash-up of my fears and the talk we had when I took Fawn out for burgers and milkshakes. She’d told me that she was thinking of moving in with Steph to give me space. I hadn’t responded. I stared into her green eyes and silently begged her not to go, but the words couldn’t be spoken and never passed my lips.

Fuck.

Maybe a shower would help clear my mind. Grabbing the fresh clothes hanging on the back of my office door, I marched into the bathroom. After turning on the water, I leaned against the sink, sucking in deep breaths to calm myself, but my body was still tense.

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

Steam started to fill the room. I stripped and stepped into the warm spray, letting it hit my tight neck and sore shoulders. Sleeping with my head on the desk wasn’t exactly comfortable. I needed to invest in a couch.

Lathering with the soap, I made the mistake of running my hand over my shaft.

“Fuck me.”

I sucked in a ragged breath and staggered back a step to lean against the wall. I tried to conjure anything other than Fawn and her big green eyes and sweet smile, but nothing filled me with the same carnal need. Flashes from the dream played in my mind, and I could feel her touch on my skin as I stroked my cock.

There had been a mutual desperation in the fantasy when we kissed and held one another. I fisted my dick like it was the problem and not the issues in my head. It had been so long. There hadn’t been anyone in my life since I took Fawn in, and now, she was the only one I ever thought about.

“I want you, too. Please…I need you.”

“Fuck,” I growled as her voice filled my ears, even without her here.

I’d lost my mind. Fawn made me lose my mind, and I didn’t know if I wanted it back. Clamping my jaw closed, my hand slid up and down my cock at a blinding pace. I’d never been able to forget the sight of her on her knees, looking up at me as she grabbed my belt. She’d been way too young then but would look like such a vixen now. Her hot mouth sucking me down, her green eyes locked with mine.

“Ah fuck…yes!”

The image changed to Fawn bent over my desk, and I squeezed harder.