—TWO DAYS TO HER DEPARTURE—
Ava was in the kitchen washing her hands in the sink when James walked in and hugged her from behind, kissing her neck.
His arms locked around her waist hard enough to pin her against the counter. The kiss on her neck wasn’t soft—he dragged his teeth over the side of her throat, then bit down just under her jaw until she hissed. His c**k was already thick against the small of her back, pressing through his jeans.
“Been watching you all morning,” he growled against her skin. “Bending over, stretching… acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Ava’s hands stayed under the running water for a second longer before she shut it off. She didn’t pull away. James’s grip tightened. One hand shoved up under her thin tank top, rough palm finding her bare brea
