At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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I'm the first to open my eyes; my body clock naturally waking me up. My arm is wrapped around Ava's waist, tucked beneath her arm while our hands remain linked; her back against my chest.
Ah thank God.
I let out a sigh of relief, glad it wasn't some dream I conjured up. Replaying everything, from the moment we met, the banter, the fights... and I'm still left with this overwhelming sense of openness and comfort between us.
Is it intimacy? More?
And I'm not even speaking about the mind blowing sex.
Heavenly Father.
I didn't imagine ever topping our first night together, nor that wild romp in her office... but fuck it, we did.
I should probably start going to church after last night.
I can still taste her on my lips. That sweet vanilla and rose water that intoxicates my senses, and don't get me started on how amazing she tastes everywhere else.
I had multiple helpings of Ava's bountiful bounty last night. Ha! I'm being a gentleman again... I ate her out like a Sunday buffet.
Giggling at my own giddiness, I kiss her bare shoulder, impatient for her to wake up, but loving how peaceful and calm she looks, and I'm able to appreciate her in all her wonder without an annoyed eye roll from her behalf.
She smoldered last night but in this light she's as peaceful as the rainfall on this Sunday morning.
The daylight starts filtering into the room, leaving an opaque tint to her olive skin, as her thick, wild hair falls across her back. I take stock of her thick and long eyelashes, her cheeks which redden when she blushes and gets shy, her soft, pink delectable lips rest in a cute pout while she's in a deep slumber.
I stand by what I've thought countless times: she's the most naturally beautiful woman I have ever seen.
My ultimate fantasy.
Did I really say that? What a pussy whipped wanker!
"Stop staring at me, you creep." Ava croaks, and lets out a smirk without opening her eyes.
"Good morning, beautiful." I'm chirpy as fuck, tucking a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear, planting my lips on that sweet spot.
"Urgh, I forgot what a morning person you are!" Ava scoffs, turning onto her stomach and facing me. I trace her spine and can't help the giddy smile across my face as her eyes flutter open.
Fuck, they're even greener in daylight.
"Morning," she smiles and kisses my nose, and then pokes my chest, hard.
"Ouch, what was that for?"
"Just making sure this is real." She teases and drops her head onto her arms. And my smile widens at the realization that Ava had the same thought as I had upon waking up.
