Unavoidable Chance (7 page)

“Ava,” I call.

She doesn’t stop or turn around. Her arm wraps around her stomach as she walks toward the parking lot. She gets to her car and she pauses. She rests her hand on top of the car, then digs in her soaking wet purse and unlocks her door with the key fob. I watch her get into her little red car and drive down the street, as her tires splash water in her retreat. Her entire family exits the restaurant, each with confused questioning eyes. No doubt they’re confused, because I’m just as confused about everything that just happened myself. First, she accuses me of being a stalker and tells me she’s going to get her brothers to beat me up, and kicks me out of her office. Then, she’s looking at me with those amazing sultry eyes, smelling like something I can’t describe other than sunshine, and kisses me.

“Jax,” a voice says from just inside the restaurant.

I turn my head to see Gabrielle standing in the doorway with a towel in her hand. The rain hasn’t let up. If anything, it’s pouring harder.

I grab the towel from Gabrielle on my way inside and walk through the dining room. I ignore the curious stares from the customers, the gawking faces of my employees, and slam through the doors into the kitchen. I press the towel to my face, then run it through my hair. I’ve run into Ava three times now, and every time I run into her there’s this undeniable attraction. It’s like the universe is trying to tell me something.

I run back through the restaurant, back into the parking lot, and I see Adrian holding an umbrella over the car door as his pregnant wife gets into their car.

“Do you know where Ava went?” I ask, rushing to their car.

“Now, why would I tell you something like that,” he replies.

“Adrian!” Shay says, swatting him in the thigh. She looks up at me then continues, “She said she was going back to work.”

“Thank you,” I say, and run to my Hummer.

“How does he know where Ava works?” I hear Adrian ask Shay.

“Honey, can’t you see it? Now, get in the car and take me home. My feet are killing me.”

I drive to Ava’s work and park in the parking lot directly in front of the building. I shut off the engine and realize what an idiot I am. It’s way too late at night and I’m sure the building is locked. This is stupid anyway. I have a restaurant full of customers and a staff that needs me to be there. I sigh and shake my head, and just as I’m about to turn the key and leave, a janitor catches my eye. He’s in the front of the building vacuuming the entryway. I smile to myself thinking the universe isn’t trying to tell me something, it’s screaming it at me giving me every opportunity there is.

I jog up to the door and it is indeed locked. The janitor has his eyes to the ground paying attention to his task at hand. I knock gently on the door and his eyes come to mine. He jumps back like he just saw the Incredible Hulk as his eyes go wide. He takes another look with a squint, then he smiles and shuts off the vacuum. I’ve seen him several times before, every time actually when I’ve come here to see Ava. Each time I’ve made a point of saying hello. He walks to the glass doors and unlocks it. He cracks it open slightly and asks, “Can I help you?”

He’s an older gentleman with a kind face and the personality to match. He looks like he’s past the retirement age and probably has this job to keep himself busy. He has a thick gold band around his ring finger on his right hand, probably a sign of European descent. Every time I’ve seen him, he’s had a smile on his face, and always looks people directly in the eye, smiles, and says hello. The badge on his shirt pocket says Gus, and if I’m correct again, it’s a Swedish name, and short for Gustav or Gustaf.

I love knowing peoples’ backgrounds, where they come from and what their names mean. One of the first things I did when I met Ava was look up her name and origin. It’s funny that one of the meanings of her name is life. From the first day I met Ava, it feels like I’ve come alive again.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asks, gently again.

“Sorry, I was wondering if Ava happened to come back to work tonight. I need to talk to her,” I say honestly.

He gets a sparkle in his eye and a huge smile on his kind face and holds the door open for me.

“I could get fired for this, you know? I don’t think Ms. Ava will mind though. I’ll walk you up to her office. I’ll walk back by in thirty minutes to check on her, so no funny stuff,” he warns.

We take the elevator to her floor, and when the doors slide open, I can see a light coming from her slightly cracked office door. I walk to her door and lightly knock my knuckles on the door as I push it open farther. Her hair is still wet from the rain; she has her long brown hair gathered to the side, resting on her collarbone, with her left hand holding the ends wrapped in a paper towel. Her right hand is under her desk and she’s biting the side of her lip. Her cheeks are the cutest shade of pink, and honest to God, she has a fuck me now look on her face. She has papers spread out all over her desk, and the instant her eyes look up at mine, my heart skips a beat.

An angry scowl forms on her face as her right hand shoots up from under her desk and she says, “How did you get in here?”

Gus walks up behind me and gives Ava a nod and says, “Ms. Ava,” then turns around and walks back toward the elevator.

“Gustav, you’re a sentimental old fool,” Ava yells after him.

I smile at myself for correctly guessing his full give name.

Chapter 5

Ava

I’m so frustrated right now, I’m honestly thinking of running my hand up my skirt and taking care of business to ease the tension. Every time I run into Jax, he does crazy things to me. He makes me mad, he makes me feel like my head is about to explode, and he makes me tingle in very delicious places. I’ve never done the deed in my office, but honestly, there’s only a small cleaning crew here and they’ve already done this floor and won’t come back up.

I take my right hand and run it down my thigh. When I get to the hem of my skirt with my index finger, I slowly raise it three quarters up my thighs. I slightly part my thighs and push my panties aside and run my fingers through my aching sex. I palm myself, then finger
the spot
in small circles that drives me wild. Small whimpers escape my lips, so I sink my teeth in my lip in an attempt to stay quiet. As the frustration leaves my body and the tension builds beneath my fingers begging for its release, I close my eyes and picture Jax, but instead of my own fingers, it’s his tongue on me.

I can feel it building and I’m on the brink of taking it home, when there’s a soft knock and my office door slowly opens.

Holy shit!

My eyes fly open and I look up into the eyes of the man I was envisioning not two seconds earlier doing very naughty things to me.

Oh, my God!

“How did you get in here?” I whisper shocked, and then regrettably and rather hastily remove my fingers from their current position and slam my hand on my desk. Oh my God, I hope he didn’t see what I was just doing!

Gus walks behind Jax with a dreamy look on his face, like he’s playing some sort of matchmaker and says, “Ms. Ava,” with a slight nod. His eyes twinkle as he turns around and walks out of sight.

“Gustav, you’re a sentimental old fool,” I yell out in the direction of my office door. That man can talk your ear off with stories of his wife when they first met in Sweden.

Jax takes one step inside my office, and it’s then that I realize that I look like a huge hot mess. I toss the paper towel in the trash and run my hands through my hair to try and fluff it out a little. If he takes any more steps toward me, he’ll see my skirt hiked up and practically wrapped around my waist. I push away from my desk and roll my chair back as he takes one more step toward me. Chills run up and down the back of my legs again, and I stand.

He takes two giant steps, presses his legs to the top of my desk, then leans his huge body halfway across my desk and places both hands on top of my papers. He plasters a cocky grin on his face, cocks his head to the left as the right side of his lip slightly tugs upward. I’ve never actually believed it, and I still wouldn’t if I weren’t looking at it right this second, but I swear to God his eyes are dancing with fire. The chill running up my legs hits the bottom of my ass cheeks as they begin to tingle, and I find it extremely hard to stay standing.  Who gets tingling ass cheeks? Apparently, me, by just the look on Jax’s face.

My skirt only fell a few inches when I stood and is halfway up my thigh. His eyes slowly travel down to my legs, then ever so slowly they move back up to my eyes. I’d gulp if I could, but my mouth and throat suddenly are made of sandpaper.

“Did you need help with that?” he asks.

Oh, dear God.

“Did I need help with what?” I ask innocently. Oh, please tell me it isn’t true. Please, please, please tell me he doesn’t know what I was doing.

He growls, removes his hands from my desk, then walks around my desk toward me in four giant steps. I take the remaining steps backwards and plaster myself against the cool floor to ceiling glass windows behind me. My chair rolls to the left and I think I just stopped breathing.

Jax stands so close, but our bodies aren’t touching. I don’t think you could get a piece of paper between the two of us, that’s how close he is. He bends his head down to my neck and inhales.

“Sunshine,” he says.

Oh, God.

He picks up my right hand and puts my index and middle finger in his mouth, then swirls his tongue around them as his eyes stay open and glued to mine.

Oh. My. God.

He totally knew what I was doing.

He takes my other hand in his and holds them both against the glass window on either side of my head. His lips gently touch my neck, and the goosebumps start to travel up the back of my legs, again and up my spine.

His huge hand comes to my face and threads into my damp hair. He kisses down my jaw, then thrusts his tongue in my mouth. His mouth on and in mine is so much better than my own finger on me, so I take it and give back everything I have as my hands come down then up his back, then travel down to his ass.

His hand trails down the side of my neck, his thumb glides over my nipple, down my ribs, down my thigh, then back up and under my raised skirt. My panties were askew from my hasty retreat, and he finds me drenching wet with easy access. He growls on my lips and rubs up and down my throbbing sex. He inserts his fingers and drags them up, rubbing in a circle on my sensitive bud.

I was almost there with my own hand only a few minutes ago, and it doesn’t take him long to send me over the edge. He removes his fingers, then untucks my silk blouse and slowly unbuttons each button. His eyes never leave mine. He turns me around, runs his hands up the back of my arms, then grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls it gently off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind me. He unhooks my bra, and at that moment I’m glad I chose to go with a nice, yellow and blue matching panties set.

He tosses my bra to the side, then goes to the zipper at the back of my skirt. He slowly unzips it and pushes my panties and skirt down my legs.

“Step out,” he demands in a whisper in my ear.

I do as he says as the goosebumps move up and around to my nipples. I’m standing in front of a man that I barely know, that drives me up the freaking wall, wearing only Gucci black patent leather open-toe pumps.

This is something I would never do. Usually my mind is racing a million miles a second, thinking and rethinking out several scenarios, but all I can think about is his touch, and how desperately I just want him to touch me. You’d generally think an over thinker wouldn’t make a good lawyer, but on the contrary. I overthink everything which allows me to think opposing council’s arguments, and when they come, I’m prepared and I have a killer rebuttal. When Jax told me to step out I didn’t hesitate. It was instant, and I love not getting lost in my own brain and just living in the moment.

He gently kisses the center of my neck and drags his lips down my spine. He grabs my hair in his hand and pushes it to the side, and places it over my shoulder. He smooths the remaining loose hair and repeats his movement, placing it all in the front of my body. He places gentle pressure with his hand on the center of my back, pushing my chest flat to the glass. The cool glass feels amazing on my nipples. I hear the distinct sound of his zipper and the rustling of his pants as he removes them. I press my right cheek to the glass to try and get a glimpse. Then I hear the sound of a condom being opened. With his one hand still on the center of my back, the other comes around my waist and pulls my ass toward him. He rubs his cock on the crack of my ass, as I exhale a moan and rest my forehead on the glass. He bends his knees and enters me slowly. I feel goosebumps in places I didn’t even know I could feel goosebumps as he slowly starts to move in and out. With every inward stroke, he pulls me into him with his hand around my stomach and the tips of his fingers pressing into my sex. He fills me beautifully, and it doesn’t take long to feel another orgasm ripping through my body.

He removes himself and turns me around; I instantly feel the loss and want him back. His hands go around my waist and he picks me up. I straddle his hips as he takes himself in his hand. He runs it down starting at the top of my sex, and it feels exquisite as he finds its home. I sink myself all the way down on him as he walks to the couch. His lips are warm on mine. His fingers dig into my ass and slowly lift me up and down on top of him. He stops at the door and closes it all the way and turns the lock. An exciting shiver races through me and I want more.

He sits on the couch as his tongue enters my mouth. I place my shoes on the cushion beside his thighs and lift up and down. Taking him this way sends him rooted deep inside. My head falls back as he grabs me around the ribs and lifts me up and down. I hurl the extra pillows and the back cushions off the couch as he leans back taking me with him.

I place my knees on the couch and press myself to his hard muscular chest. His hand comes between the two of us, he starts to rub small circles, and I come undone a third time.