This is L.o.v.e. like it should be

XIV. A friendly view

"Every time. I Swear, every single damned time.", Phoebe walked by Ava's desk, complaining. “Every time we have a meeting with the company lawyer, my boss makes me get dozens of these heavy ass law books to spread around his office. And girl, I don’t think he can even read."

Ava smiled.

"I can help you carry those books."

"You sure? I mean, yes please! My arms are killing me!"

Phoebe dropped the stack of books on Ava's desk, then both of them divided it and took them to the library.

"So, honey, how are things going with the shrink?", Phoebe asked in a lower tone, when they reached the library door.

"Confusing", Ava told her, struggling with the weight. "Lead the way, I have no idea these law books are supposed to go."

"Lucky you, honey, because I spend weeks here. Follow me."

Ava followed her to an open hallway right in the middle of the library. That place was so dark and empty, Ava felt chill go down her spine and started wishing she hadn’t offered to help.

"Does anyone even use this place, I mean, besides your boss?"

"What do you think, girl?", Phoebe giggled. "He’s the only one who doesn’t know what the internet is."

Ava didn't answer her friend, her mind was already in another place. A hidden place like this would be exactly what she and Julien would pick for a quick escape from the world, from the crowd. They did it so many times...

She remembered one time, in the middle of a gala, Julien grabbed her by her waist, turned her to him, and showed her a discreet yet mischievous smile. "Come with me," he whispered near her lips.

A stolen kiss was followed by light steps until the door of a forgotten place, an old office in his parents’ enormous Victorian house.

Julien opened the door and let Ava get in first. After checking in both directions of the hallway, he followed her inside, closing the door.

All the lights in that office remained turned off, with the exception of this old lamp that glowed with a timid yellow light in the old desk.

"Ava...", he called her after turning on that same lamp.

His jacket fell on the floor first, as his hands were ferociously unbuttoning every button on his shirt. "Come closer!", he ordered.

Ava, standing near the door, hypnotized by his irresistible body didn't even dare to blink, but her body was moving on its own. Her dresses’ sleeve slipped through her shoulder, enough to reveal part of her breast.

"You are mine", he claimed, approaching her body. One of his arms wrapped her by the waist, and the free hand pushed her sleeve down, until her nipple was fully revealed. His hand squeezed gently the nipple, as Ava blushed and her lips lightly opened.

Julien placed two fingers inside her mouth and Ava, instantly, wrapped them with her tongue and lips, sucking on them.

Julien, suddenly, took those two fingers to the nipple, spreading Ava's saliva on it.

In pleasure, she let her head fell back, as he pushed her against the wall. He turned her back to him, placed her hands on the wall, and undid the zipper on the back of her dress.

Ava moved her arms to let the dress fall on the floor, and quickly placed them back on the wall, as she heard the sound of his pants falling on the floor as well.

She was now wearing a black laced lingerie, a gift he gave her a couple days before. And he was only wearing his white dress shirt.

Ava kept herself in silence and let him take full control of what would happen next. She knew that’s what he wanted and she was willing to do anything to please him, so she controlled her impulses of throwing him to the nearest chair and just ride him, while her nails would run his back and leave the mark of her intense desire.

Julien moved her panties to the side and slapped her butt, making her jump. "You better be wet", he demanded, running her legs with his hands until he reached her high heels which complimented her beautiful legs, as he got on his knees.

"Julien", Ava whimpered like begging.

She felt his tongue between her legs, spreading the wetness and sucking it, making her even wetter.

Ava's heart was again racing insanely and her breath incontrollable... a moan was next, but...

"Ava, what are you doing?", Phoebe screamed, running back to Ava. Ava had placed her hands on the bookcase in front to her, like it was the wall in her daydream. The bookcase was starting to lean over and threatening to fall on top of Phoebe who was on the other side.

"I...", Ava tried to justify herself, a bit dazed.

"You almost caused a disaster, honey! I thought the bookcase was going to fall on me!"

"I'm so sorry, Phoebe!", Ava said interrupting her friend.

"You have to stop living on your head, girl! Or you’ll end up killing yourself or someone else."

Ava looked down as the sadness took over her... "Living in my head is the only way I can still have him... why can't I just stop this feeling?", she thought.