The information he’d gotten on Ava’s husband had given him enough details to know the man was a bastard. A fucking piece of scum of the highest order. What pieces of paper didn’t give him were actual accounts of what the asshole had done to Ava. The abuse she’d taken at her ex’s hands. It sickened him. No, it infuriated him. He wanted to kill the fucker, slowly and painfully. He was good at torturing. In the last few years, he’d become a master at it. Hearing men scream was something he relished.

He pushed all those thoughts aside because he didn’t want to be thinking about them while he had his woman so close to him.

Stroking her cheek, he pushed her hair back. The hold he had on her waist moved down to cup her generous ass. He let the cheek go and slapped it.

“Now do you want to know how a real man treats a woman?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He lifted her in his arms. She let out a squeal. Her arms circled his neck and he chuckled. He didn’t go far. After shoving all the papers he’d been working on to the floor, he dropped her butt down on his desk and spread her legs wide. He stepped between them. “I’m willing to offer you a deal, Ava,” he said.

“What?”

“I’ll show you how it is between a man and woman, and in return, you give yourself to me. Completely. You’re not allowed to be with anyone else. You’re all mine to do with as I please,” he said.

“You won’t hurt me?”

“I have no reason to hurt you, do I?”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I agree.”

He put his hand on her chest, pushing her down on the desk. “Hold on.”

She tried to grab the desk, and he sat down in his chair. He took her feet, placing them on his knees.

Touching her ankles, he traced up her calves, hearing her gasp. The fucker hadn’t even taken the time to touch Ava. She was deprived of so much, but he had no problem with that because he was going to make up for it.

He stroked up to her knee, then down again, taking his time before he went to her knee. This time, he used his mouth, kissing inside her knee and trailing his lips up toward her core.

Smokey slid his hands beneath her ass and dragged her back against him. He pressed his face against her pussy, sliding his tongue through her slit. Ava cried out, arching her back.

She begged and moaned for more as he flicked his tongue across her clit. Back and forth, working her pussy until she shook beneath his hold.

He let go of her ass and took the lips of her pussy in his hands, spreading her wide with one hand, and with the other, he pressed a single finger inside. She was so tight but soaking wet.

In and out, he worked a single digit, then added a second.

She thrust her pelvis up, trying to get him to take more.

He pumped inside her, wanting it to be his cock, but for now, he was going to show her the kind of pleasure that could be had with just his fingers and mouth.

Smokey took her clit into his mouth, sucking on the bud, driving her wild as he finger-fucked her pussy. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and he turned, pressing against her G-spot, stroking her there, setting a fire that had her wild.

This time, he didn’t stop.

There was so much for Ava to learn, and he was more than happy to be the one to teach her. She’d already given herself to him. He wasn’t going to back out. What he did plan was for Ava to enjoy the pleasure of his cock, repeatedly, multiple times a day.

She came on his tongue. Her release coated his fingers as he worked her pussy. She shook, and she was so wet some of her orgasm spilled onto his desk.

When it seemed she couldn’t take it anymore, she lifted up on his desk and cupped his face, kissing him.

He eased his fingers from her pussy, placing them on her thigh as he stood up. Breaking the kiss, he tilted her head back and pressed his fingers to her mouth. “Open.”

She did so and he slid them into her mouth.

“Taste yourself. You’ve got the most delicious pussy I’ve ever eaten.”

She sucked her cream off his fingers, and he gripped a fistful of her hair, keeping her head at the right angle to kiss her hard. He gave her a kiss she deserved. One that told her she was a fucking sexy piece of ass that deserved to be fucked, to be taken.

She gripped his hips, tugging him close.

“We have an oral contract, Ava. There’s no backing down. You’re a businesswoman. You know the terms.”

“We didn’t iron out the terms.”

He chuckled. “You, me, sex. It’s an open-ended topic. Nothing is off-limits. The only thing I can’t do is hurt you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And I have no intention of doing so.”