LOGINAva woke up wrapped in Damon’s arms. Sunlight filtered through her bedroom curtains. His warm body pressed against her back. One large hand cupped her breast possessively even in sleep. She smiled and shifted slightly. The movement woke him. His cock hardened against her ass. He nuzzled her neck. Kissing the sensitive spot that always made her shiver.“Good morning,” he murmured. His voice was rough with sleep and desire. His fingers pinched her nipple gently. Rolling it until it hardened. Ava moaned softly. Heat pooled between her thighs instantly.She turned to face him. Their mouths met in a slow deep kiss. Tongues tangled lazily. His hand slid down her body. Cupping her pussy. Two fingers slipped inside her already wet folds. “Always so ready for me,” he groaned. He pumped them slowly. Curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. Ava rocked against his hand. Chasing the pleasure.“I need you inside me,” she whispered against his lips. “Now.”Damon rolled on top of her. Spread
The door had barely clicked shut behind them before Ava pushed Damon against it. Months of restraint exploded between them. His hands gripped her waist hard. He pulled her flush against his body. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate kiss. Tongues tangled. Teeth nipped. All the slow burning tension they had held back finally unleashed.“God I have wanted this,” Damon growled against her lips. His voice was rough with need. “Every single day. Watching you fight. Standing up to my father. It drove me insane.”Ava moaned into his mouth. Her fingers worked frantically at his tie and shirt buttons. She needed skin. Needed him. “Then stop talking and take me. I am done waiting.”He spun them around. Pinned her against the wall. His mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck. Sucking. Biting. Marking her. One large hand shoved the hem of her cocktail dress up her thighs. His fingers found her soaked panties and rubbed her aching clit through the lace. Ava gasped. Her hips bucked into his
Ava stood in front of her mirror adjusting the sleek black cocktail dress she had chosen for the campaign launch event. It hugged her curves without being overly revealing. Professional with just enough edge to remind everyone she was not backing down. Her hands trembled slightly as she fastened her earrings. Tonight was the night. The big event where the campaign would be unveiled to investors and media. Richard had promised to be there. So had Emma. And the full video threat still hung over them like a blade.Damon had sent a car for her. When she arrived at the upscale venue downtown the energy was electric. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. Waiters circulated with champagne. Executives and influencers filled the room. She spotted Damon immediately near the main stage. He looked devastating in a tailored black suit. Their eyes met across the crowded space. The months of slow building tension hit her full force. Heat pooled low in her belly. She remembered every stolen kiss. Ev
Ava barely slept after forwarding the video to Damon. The footage from Emma’s birthday night played on repeat in her mind. The way they had slipped away. The heated kiss against the wall. It was undeniable proof. By morning she felt wired on caffeine and determination. She met Damon at a discreet law firm downtown instead of his penthouse. Neutral ground with professionals present felt safer given the new threat.Damon looked sharp and focused in a charcoal suit. His eyes softened when he saw her but the tension in his jaw showed the stakes. “My team traced the source. One of my father’s former security guards. We are filing for injunction this morning to block any release. But Richard is escalating fast. He wants this public before the campaign launch event next week.”The lawyers outlined their strategy. Cease and desist letters. Potential defamation suits. Ava contributed sharply pointing out how the video could be spun as non-consensual or edited. Her marketing mind turned the cri
Ava woke to her phone exploding with notifications. Richard Blackwood had held his press conference at dawn. The headlines screamed across every major site. “Billionaire Feud Explodes: Damon Blackwood Accused of Using Best Friend’s Associate for Corporate Gain and Personal Pleasure.” Clips showed Richard at a podium looking every bit the wronged patriarch. He claimed Damon had manipulated the marketing campaign through an improper relationship with Ava. He even hinted at ethical violations that could invalidate contracts.Her stomach twisted as she watched the video. Richard painted Damon as reckless and Ava as opportunistic. Comments flooded social media. Some called her a gold digger. Others defended her work. The campaign’s early success suddenly felt fragile. She dressed quickly and headed to the office praying her boss had not seen the worst of it yet.The moment she stepped off the elevator her boss called her in. His face was grim. “This is a nightmare Ava. The board is meeting
Ava arrived at the small café early for lunch with Emma. Her nerves were frayed after another tense morning at work. Richard had sent a new email directly to her boss overnight, this time attaching old tabloid clippings about Damon’s past relationships twisted with current campaign details. The implication was clear: remove Ava or lose the business. Her boss had warned her again. One more incident and the promotion was gone.Emma walked in ten minutes late. She looked cautious but not hostile. They ordered salads and settled into a corner booth. The first few minutes were awkward small talk about work and the weather. Then Emma set her fork down. “I have been thinking a lot. About you. About Damon. About how Dad always destroys anything good. Maybe I was too quick to paint you as the villain.”Ava’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “I never wanted to be the person who hurt you. It kills me every day.”Emma nodded slowly. “I know. And Damon actually talked to me like a real brother for once
Ava moved through the party like a ghost in her own skin. Her legs still felt unsteady from the intense fucking in the private suite. Damon’s cum continued to leak slowly into her panties. A constant filthy reminder of what they had done. What they had done multiple times. Her pussy felt tender. Sw
Ava lay on the couch catching her breath. Damon’s cum cooled on her skin. Streaks of it decorated her breasts and stomach. She felt marked. Claimed. The molly still pulsed through her veins. Making every nerve ending sing with leftover pleasure. Her pussy throbbed from the hard fucking he had just
Ava slipped back into the main party area on shaky legs. Her body still throbbed from Damon’s touch. Her lips felt bruised from that fierce kiss. Between her thighs she was soaked. The molly kept everything heightened. Every brush of her dress against her sensitive nipples sent little jolts straigh
Ava forced her way through the crowd toward Emma. Her heart still hammered from the encounter with Damon. Her thighs felt slick with arousal. Every step made her aware of the dampness between her legs. She could not believe how easily he had gotten under her skin. One conversation and she was alrea







