LOGINAva
~~~ I wonder if Leonel can feel how sweaty my palms are as I pull him to the bedroom? This is it. Right before our trip, when Leonel was out of the house, I quickly invited Evie over, threw open my laptop, and together we began searching online lingerie stores. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I told Evie when she pointed at a pink lingerie set with holes in the nipple area. “I agree, this isn’t scandalous enough.” She tsked, taking the laptop from me and narrowing her eyes at the screen. My jaw dropped, “Evie! I didn’t know you were so… freaky.” She looked up briefly from the banana-flavoured underwear glaring on my laptop screen, and said seriously, “When you are in a relationship with Oliver Carter, freakiness just happens.” It took 1 hour and a lot of me cringing, but I eventually put a lacy red bra and thong set in my cart. Right when I tried to snatch my laptop back and forget this ever happened, Evie swatted me away, scrolling to the next section of… “Toys?!” I sputtered. “Of course. And lube. And a dildo. And handcuffs.” “Evie, this is my first time!” She scoffed, “Oliver told me his first time he was tied to a pole outside.” A shiver trailed down my spine, and I gulped, “Lube and toys sound wonderful.” It was scary then, and it’s even more terrifying now. Once I turn that doorknob, Leonel will actually get to use those toys. The lingerie I’m already wearing. Right as I’m about to shakily open the door, Leonel gently pulls me into his rock-hard chest. “You okay?” He asks, frowning down at me. “Of course I am,” I respond, my voice so high I’m sure I could have broken the windows if I were next to them. I’m not fooling him. His frown deepens, and the silver in his eyes become stormy. “Ava, if this is about being alone with me-“ “I have lube!” I splurt out. His hands fall off my body, and his eyes widen, “I’m sorry?” Oh God, please let the floor open and swallow me whole. I clear my throat, looking down at the carpet, and mumble, “I said I have lube.” There is a moment of silence, and then Leonel asks quietly, “In…in your box?” I nod. “Well, why do you have that? When did you get that?” The heat rising to my cheeks is enough to fry an egg, “For… us. Our first time.” He goes silent again, and suddenly the quiet is unbearable, so I rush my words; “It wasn't my idea. It was Evie. She said I need lube and handcuffs and a dildo and I even got this underwear I'm wearing I think you'll like and I was going to surprise you and be all seductive but I've ruined it and now I'm so embarrassed and-” “Ava.” He says my name lowly, but softly. It gives me courage to look up at him, and the look he’s giving me has heat blooming in my lower belly, enough to drown out my fear. His pupils are dilated, almost black, and there's a tic in his jaw, like he's restraining himself. “Ava,” he says again. Quietly. Desperately. I can feel my wetness on my thong already, “Leonel,” I reply breathlessly. He takes a cautious step toward me, but I wish he would just grab me and take what's his. “Are you sure?” he asks me. Carefully, I nod. He curses under his breath and then reaches out his hand to me. I take it. I would be a fool not to. With his other hand, he grabs my box, and shoulders his way into our bedroom. My heart is pounding, but so is my need for him. Roaring and frantic. There's just one thing I'm desperate to say before anything happens, “I don't know how to use any of these things.” I squeak. “That’s okay,” he huffs, “I do.” Heat travels over my body. Before I can point out another insecurity I have, Leonel kicks the door shut, then bends over and kisses me. ~~~~ Hi Wydlers ❤️ The next chapter is obviously rated 18. It will also be a locked chapter because of how explicit things are. But don’t worry, there are more bonus chapters.16 Years Later Valentina Sinclair ~~~~ “I thought my parents loved me.” Willow and I lay shoulder-to-shoulder, simmering in our shared annoyance. “Same.” She responds, tilting her head to stare at me, “Do you think if I beg Aunt Ava enough she’d stop this from happening?” I scrunch my nose, thinking of what mum would say if Willow talked to her. “Willow, angel, this is such an amazing family tradition.” I mock my mum’s enthusiastic voice. Willow giggles, “And then uncle Leonel will join in, cause he’s always on aunt Ava’s side.” I lower my voice to try to get Dad’s deep tone. “Your mother wants the best for you, mi mundo, and so do I.” Willow covers her face with her red-gel fingers, her shoulders shaking from laughter. “Uncle Leonel will murder you if he finds out you were mocking him and your mum.” She breathes between chuckles. “Oh please. My parents would die before they ever punish me. They’re such softies.” It helps that I’m actually good. The straig
Ava ~~~ Surprise, surprise, Leonel makes love to me in the car before we head to the office. I’m still coming down from the high of being eaten out when he swerves into the car park, looking at me with creased brows. “Are you okay?” He murmurs, resting one hand on my belly and the other on my cheek. These days, he’s been a little overbearing. But honestly? After Jaxon, I’ll take my overprotective husband any day. “I’m fine.” I assure him. We’re greeted at the door by my favourite receptionist, Fiona, and when she spots my small belly, I can see her mind reeling to ask if I’m pregnant or just overfed. “We’re expecting Fiona. You can ask.” Leonel’s husky voice says low enough to almost make me whimper. Fiona lights up, and I can’t help blushing as she squeals, “Oh, that’s wonderful Sinclairs! No wonder you haven’t been to the office in some time Mrs Sinclair. I’m overjoyed for you!” “Thank you, Fiona,” I say shyly, and Leonel squeezes my hand. Right then, the eleva
Ava ~~~ Leonel and I manage to pull ourselves out of bed, and after another fuck in the shower leaves my legs jellied, I actually consider hauling my pregnant ass back into bed. Sike. Now, my post-sex glow stares back at me from the mirror. I twist to admire my little belly in my pantsuit, loving the weight of my baby. I'm not the only one. Leonel wraps his big arms around me, soothing my stomach and whispering, “You get more beautiful every time I see you.” I scoff, “You mean I get bigger?” “Ava.” he warns, “don't do that. It's healthy weight, and you look good.” he nips my ear, “delicious even.” I stifle my moan. The last thing I want is for my sexy husband to seduce me into not going to the office. I intertwine our fingers and change the subject, “I have a feeling the baby’s a girl.” Leonel’s eyes glow, “a mini you? I'm so fucked.” I blush all the way to the dining room. Leonel insists on carrying me down the stairs, like he has every day since I showed him my
3 YEARS LATER Leonel ~~~ “You’re going to be the death of me.” I grunt, sliding out of Ava just so I can push into her again. She moans, and the sound awakens every nerve in my body. “Leonel.” She whispers, still so sleepy. My favorite part of the day these days has been waking her up with my cock. But I’m careful, I have to be. I kiss her, moving my lips as gently as I’m driving into her. She whimpers that sweet noise that always almost makes me cum. “Oh fuck.” She says softly, then whines, “You can go harder.” “I don’t want to hurt you.” I grunt, even as it takes all my energy not to go rough. One bare breast peaks from beneath the covers, and I resist sucking that hardened pink nipple. She isn’t satisfied. I can tell from how she keeps arching up, telling me with her body that she needs more. I trail down her neck, hoping butterfly kisses make up for my softness. “Harder.” She pants. I kiss her nose, “No.” Frowning, she wraps her legs around my thrusti
Ava ~~~ The boat rocks beneath us, and a band plays their violins for Oliver and Evie take their proposal pictures. I feel good. Like, I got high for the first time good. Every time I glance to Leonel, my insides turn to jelly, and all I can imagine is him railing me again. Or… making love to me, if you feel like being poetic. “Are you okay?” He whispers, “are you… sore?” “Baby, if you ask me that fucking question one more time I might just break up with you.” He laughs, but it’s short and strained, “I just want you to be okay. I’ve never slept with a virgin before and I know the first time can be hard.” “First two times you mean.” I insist, reminding him we did it from the back right before we came here. The tips of his ears actually turn pink, “Ava, I’m serious.” I know, and that’s what’s so infuriating. How can anyone be serious at a time like this? We’re in Paris. All our threats are dead or backed off. Our friend’s are about to get engaged. Most impo
Leonel ~~~ God, I love this woman. Ava looks like an angel, curled into my chest as she snores softly. I rub my hand over her cheek, then through her hair. I don’t think I’ve told her how much I love this short look on her. Gently, I fix her bra, remembering how hungry I’d been when I yanked it down, then I peel myself away from her so I can run a shower. “No.” She protests, reaching for me, still half-asleep. I kiss her nose, chuckling, “I want to wash off.” “No,” she says again, then cracks open one beautiful green eye, “stay with me.” Well, there’s no arguing with that. I take my pants and boxers off entirely, throwing them to the ground where my t-shirt is, before snuggling under the covers with her. She sighs happily, wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s so magnificent. Everything about her makes me fall even more in love. It’s no wonder I came so fast. I can still hear her desperate moans, her passionate panting. The way she said my name, and don’t even ge
Ava ~~~ He left. The bastard left me. That isn’t what hurts. At least that's not what hurts the most; it’s the fact that I was going to get him. The silly plan I made with Nicco about following the river comes to mind, and I feel so stupid, so so stupid, that I let myself be drawn in by b
Ava~~~Now I’m on fire.Now I’m alive.My lips move against his quickly, and Leonel is forced to do the same. I don’t have time for any slow, sultry bullshit.Well, it’s not like Leonel’s complaining. A low growl rolls out of him, and I feel his large palm on the back of my neck, pulling me closer
Ava ~~~ The man who was shot, was that my father? I gulp, still hanging from Oliver’s arms, as Hayden waits for his answer. How old must he be now, 7 or 8? How am I going to explain to a little boy that his dad, my stalker, was killed by my dad? The Madame’s hand rests on his shoulder, and Ha
Ava ~~~ Leonel jumps in front of me before I can scream.Many guests, just like me, are yelling, and many more are too shocked to make a noise, but in all this, no one runs for the exit. I think fear roots everyone to the spot.I look over Leonel’s shoulder to see Jaxon, holding a weapon in one







