Page 19 of Single Mom’s Secret Diary (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)

Ryder

A very stands like a goddess in my doorway, hand on her full hips, eyes threatening to set me aflame with a thought.

Oh, shit, what have I done to upset her, to make her look at me that way?

I stand, waving the team I’m meeting with away. They don’t hesitate to scatter. Smart move on their part. Avery is a force to be reckoned with.

Approaching cautiously, she follows my movements as I close the door behind her, locking it for good measure. I don’t want anyone to interrupt what’s about to happen. Not if I want to truly deal with it.

When I face her, she’s pivoted, arms crossed and her glare darker than before. “What is it? What have I done to deserve such a deadly stare?”

Her mouth purses as she takes me in. “How many women in this company are you sleeping with?”

I shake my head. “One. You.”

That earns me a raised eyebrow like she’s caught me in a lie. “Two. Don’t forget about Laurel.”

That’s a surprise to me. I blink back my confusion and how in the hell she got that impression. I’ve always flirted with her, but it never amounted to anything more than that. “Laurel? Maybe once, a long, long time ago. But certainly not anymore.”

“I don’t believe you.”

The words wound me. I’ve never been a liar. I am always upfront about my intentions with women. I thought I’d been clear with Avery about how I feel about her.

But then, maybe not if she’s here now, suspecting the worst of me.

Avery’s arms drop to her sides, hands clenching into fists like she wants to throw something. It shouldn’t send heat through me, but it does. I like the passion. Especially since I seem to be the cause of it.

“Listen to me.” My hands lift to pacify her, but her eyes narrow.

“Why should I listen? Why is every man a poon hound? Sleeping with any naive girl who crosses their path.”

I cup her face and bring her close. Traces of bittersweet chocolate hang on her breath. God, I just want to kiss her.

“Stop. Just listen. I cannot deny that I have had more than my fair share of women, but I have had no others since you walked on site.”

She slams her fist into my chest, defiant.

God, her anger reminds me of my mother. Why does that turn me on so much?

That Italian passion that strikes out swiftly and doesn’t dim until she has something else to aim it toward.

I’ll have to admit that my father made the right choice.

This is as intoxicating as it is scary to be the focus of.

“You do not make a conquest out of every new female hire?”

I hate that this is my reputation. That she can think I am so desperate as to target unwitting females and press my power over them like that.

“I flirt, beautiful. But that is all.” My thumb traces her cheekbone, waiting for her to decide whether she believes me, trusts me.

Fuck, I need her to trust me. I’m so fucking gone for her that I won’t survive otherwise.

She bites her lip, eyes narrowing as if excavating my long-lost soul. Avery’s the first to make that dig in a long, long time. Nearly a decade of being buried and protected from the elements, and now it beats between her hands.

Please don’t crush it, beautiful .

When she still hesitates, I kiss her. It’s soft and pleading, and that she doesn’t push me away is a triumph.

“Please tell me you believe me.”

She’s already transformed my heart from the cold and broken thing it has been for so long.

Avery examines me for a few more agonizing seconds before she pulls me back into a kiss. My hand slips back into her hair, angling her head for better access to her mouth. The tiniest of moans is like a sword to the gut. It cuts me open completely.

I turn us and pin her against the door. Her knee lifts, and I cup the back of it in my hand, pressing into her harder until she can feel how stiff she’s made my cock.

“If you need me to worship you to prove my point, I am more than happy to oblige.”

Her breath comes heavily, and her palms slide across my chest, fighting how much she wants to take me up on my offer.

“She knew about the thing you do with your tongue.” Avery clenches her jaw and pierces me with those beautiful hazel eyes again.

I lift my brow. “I do many things with my tongue. Which one are you referring to?”

Her frown is sweet on her face because the lingering anger is fading.

“Or do you need me to remind you of every little trick I have acquired?”

A sharp intake of breath is my favorite reward, and I kiss her again softly, showing her one of the moves. The fact that it makes her cling to my shoulders and rock against me speaks volumes.

“That one?”

Avery is panting.

“Or maybe I need to lift this skirt and get on my knees to properly educate you.”

Her chest heaves harder, her grip tightening. Her pupils are blown so wide that I can see my reflection in them. It’s heady, and I’m tempted to show her everything I’ve got.

Those slender fingers draw up my neck, sending shivers through me. Delight flits over her features before she sinks those digits into my hair, and she’s pulling my mouth back against hers, meeting my need with a ferocity of her own.

I push my hard-on against her hip as I rub us together. Her grip on me is so tight that I swear she wants to climb me.

No worries, I can give that to you, love.

Reaching down under her other thigh, I lift her off her feet and pin her against the door. Her legs wrap around me easily.

We grind together until her soft, whimpering moans tell me she needs more.

“Do you want me to fuck you against my door, beautiful?”

Her grip on me tightens. “ Yes .”

It’s the only word I need. Shifting her in my grip, I reach between us to unsheathe myself and pull her panties to the side. Avery is so wet that it barely takes two thrusts to sink completely inside her.

Our groans chorus against each other.

As much as I want to take this slow, to worship her, to prove to her that I’m more than a seriously good fuck, it’ll have to wait until later, until I have all the time in the world to pleasure her.

“You’re so wet for me, Avery.”

She clamps down on me, and I’m lost for a few beats.

“I’m taking that as a concession that you believe me when I say there’s only you.” My mouth finds her ear, licking the lobe before giving it a gentle bite. “There will only ever be you.”

Her soft whimper tunnels into the ravenous beast inside me, and I take her with a little more force. Our bodies slide together perfectly. I’ll never grow tired of it.

The sweet slapping of our hips together is driving me wild.

I wish she were completely bare to me so that I could see how her slick spreads across her thighs.

Granted, it’s no contest to the way her features transform from the pleasure, mouth hanging open in a small O when I find the spot she likes.

The one that will detonate her in no time.

I may not have a lot of time, but I can—I will—give her as many orgasms as possible while I have her.

Avery shudders in my grip, core undulating around me, grabbing hold and making me fight for every thrust until I have her shaking and whimpering.

She bites back her cry as she comes on me. I press into her harder, trying to catch my breath.

After a few seconds, I set her feet down and wallow in her frown before I turn her around on shaking legs and pull her ass back against my still-hard cock.

I slip back into her ripe little pussy easily.

This time, she does cry out, hands braced against the wooden door, head turned to the side to show off the flush of her lovely skin. Her mouth hangs open as I unleash a quick, sharp beat to my thrusts.

Like this, I can touch her more freely, roam my hands up her thighs, grab two full handfuls of her ass, reach around and stroke her clit.

“Look at how well that sweet little pussy of yours takes me.” I whisper the words from her diary into her hair.

Her fingers curl against the wood propping her up. As furious as she was with our reading her diary—or parts of it, anyway—she’s reaping the rewards, and I haven’t gotten pushback about it.

Multiple orgasms and a boneless satiation can change a woman’s mind easier than anything else. Or at least, that’s my experience.

“Like you were made for me and my cock.”

She flutters around me again, and I stroke her clit harder.

“If I had the time, I’d show you just how well all of your holes can take my cock. How many times I can truly make you come. You’d lose count.”

Her moan is sweet music to my ears.

“You want that, beautiful? Hmm? You want me to completely ruin you?”

A higher-pitched noise answers me this time before she bites out the tiniest “ Yes .”

What a fucking dream come true.

I’m slamming my cock home when I feel her break again, the garbled cry in the back of her throat making me twitch with my own need.

I pull out to her weak protest and drag her over to one of my guest chairs, then I pull her into my lap with her back against my chest and lift her knees in one hand.

Dragging my cock over her swollen, wet folds, I give myself a new coating before I hitch her upward and press myself into her ass.

Avery’s sharp intake of breath has me reminding her to relax. And the moment she does, I slide in, stretching her ass wide while pinning her knees together. It makes her even tighter for me.

I don’t relent, picking up where I left off, ramming myself into her at an unrelenting pace until her head lolls back and her body slumps. How she forfeits control is mesmerizing.

“You like having your ass fucked?”

She whimpers. “Mmm-hmm.”

It’s not enough for me, though. I cinch her knees tight in one arm and reach down to stroke her dripping pussy. My thumb finds her sensitive nub as I shove two fingers into her.

The way her body responds steals my breath. I nuzzle her neck, behind her ear, darting my tongue out against that delicate spot. I enjoy the way it makes her writhe over me.

When she comes for me again, I still my fingers, keeping them buried inside her to maintain my hold and pound the ever living shit out of her ass until my own orgasm creeps along the base of my spine and spills my cum inside her.

Like a flashing bulb, everything turns bright then leaves the room dark as we recover. I’m still nudging the base of my cock against her ass, the pressure making her twitch and wiggle and moan.

God, she can take so much more, but we don’t have the luxury of time.

An unbidden thought takes over, and I let it slip. “I wish I had a plug for that sweet little asshole so I could make you walk around the rest of the day with my cum inside you.”

Her soft, hysterical laughter has me tightening my grip on her pussy. “I guess you’d better invest in one, then. Unless that was what you put in that pretty purple box you gave me.”

I nudge her with my nose. “You didn’t open it?”

“No. It’s still in the lab, abandoned to Laurel and her need to take me down a peg.”

That admission has my blood churning hotter. Laurel didn’t want me for anything more than a good time and a job when we fucked. I don’t like how she’s using it against me now.

Instead of letting it ruin this moment, I taste Avery’s salty skin. “We should go retrieve it together.”

“To show her it didn’t work?”

“Something like that.” I should think better of that kind of pettiness, but I’m having a hard time with it. “Unless you’d prefer another orgasm to fortify you instead.”

Avery reaches back to tangle her hand in my hair. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

No threat intended, I set to work, fingering her pussy as I stay lodged in her ass. Her orgasm comes so quickly that I aim for two.