Oliver had to admit defeat. He absolutely loved Ava’s teasing. His embarrassment caused her eyes to light up and that devious smile always found a way to her face.
Stupid vixen.
He straightened his tie, smoothing down his button up she had wrinkled just moments before. Somehow, she managed to manhandled him away from the others for just a few seconds of delirious bliss before disappearing back into the crowd.
He could still feel her hands tug roughly at his hair as her tongue feverishly explored his mouth. Damn, she could be wicked when she wanted to.
Oliver’s head buzzed and he licked his lips, already dying for another taste.
He was hard and horny. And unfortunately, still at work.
If they had been at the apartment, that kissing would have taken a different direction. But they weren’t and his boss glared at him from the other side of the kitchen. His appearance was still disheveled and his stuttering reply to her Inquisition interrogation didn’t help his case.
Combing his hair back and tucking his shirt in properly, Oliver grabbed a wine bottle and set out on the gala floor to see what refreshments needed stocking.
The minute he stepped out, he could feel her stare. The type that dressed him down completely. In a crowded room, he felt bare to her. He caught sight of her in the center of the room, surrounded by other guests who could barely hold her attention, and she smiled his way.
He remembered the way she grasped at his shirt, easily pulling it up so that she could feel his skin underneath.
Then, her eyes trailed down low in semi-appreciation. She never liked his work clothes, but she never had a problem telling him just how she appreciated him in jeans… or going bare. He could guess what she was thinking and it left him jittery and unfocused.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Focus.
Oliver turned his attention away to the guests around him, forcing a smile to his face. His routine polite mannerisms fell in line and he instinctively moved from person to person, taking care that they were happy with their drinks and food.
Afterward, he returned to the kitchen.
Part of him wouldn’t mind if he could just be less… awkward. This game had been going on for months now, but she always managed to reduce him to a trembling mess. Occasionally, he would happen to do the same to her, but those small points were lost as she was much quicker than him to bounce back into the game.
Being off the floor gave Oliver some sort of reprieve. However, he was just as eager to return and see what would happen next.
For the sake of his job, he kept to the back, staying out of her wandering gaze as best as he could. It didn’t help she wore a black dress – floor length as was her style – that left her back exposed. Most importantly, that shoulder blade he loved to kiss as he spooned her from behind.
Oliver bit the inside of his cheek, ducking away to the kitchen to stop his ogling. He was much too obvious in his desire tonight.
Once the gala finished and he headed home, Oliver prayed that she was both there and not there. She’d only tease him more and he couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.
Oliver turned the dirty nob to his apartment, taking a breath for courage, and opened the door with peeling paint. He nearly dropped his keys.
Ava sat on his old, 70’s style couch in nothing but one of his concert t-shirts from college. Her legs stretched out to rest on the discounted, coffee table and all he could think about was nibbling a trail up those plentiful thighs to the treasure hidden just beneath that shirt.
At the sight of him in the doorway, she smiled and welcomed him home. He nodded, kissing her on her cheek before changing in his bathroom. Her perfume wafted around the space and it did nothing to quell his desire.
Just as he finished washing his hair of gel, he felt her arms wrap around his bare waist and lay a chaste kiss to his back. That vanilla scent came with her in full force and all he could think about was laying her down his bed and getting drunk off of her.
Her hand traveled low, pulling him from his thoughts. His gut tightened in anticipation.
“Ava.” His warning clear, she grinned and cupped him through his slacks.
“Oliver…” Her grip merely tightened on him. Images of previous nights flashed through his mind, reminding him exactly what those hands of hers could do.
Then, she released him, kissed his shoulder and headed back into the bedroom. Her hips swayed as she went and when she yanked at the collar of her shirt to adjust it, the movement lifted it up just enough to see her ass.
Oliver stalked her out of the room, dead set on one thing.
Slamming the bedroom door shut before she could zip out, Ava back up into him a bit surprised at first, but she raised a brow at his actions, turning to face him. As soon as she did, her amusement died out. A fire burned in his eyes.
He took advantage of her silence and backed her up against the wall, trapping her there.
“You better stop.” He leaned his forearms against the wall, his hands' tight fists above her head.
Of course, all too soon, she found her voice again. Already rebounding for a comeback.
“Why would I do that? The work is worth the reward.” Her tease made him pause for a moment and she took the opportunity to unzip his pants.
His hands slid down to her waist and he pulled her flush against him with his thigh between her legs. He could see her bite her lip to keep silent, but he knew how much liked this. Her hot expression gave her away. She was practically panting beneath him.
“A reward, huh?” His hands slid up her shirt to touch bare flesh and fire scorched her veins at his next words. “Well… I suppose all that hard work shouldn’t go to waste…”
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