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Hi Guys! Sorry I haven't updated in like 5372662 years but I've been really busy with school, I've also felt like you guys don't really like the story since on the last ch. I only hot 6 reviews :( but here is chapter 11 Enjoy! and Review! :D


I awake to a dark room, shifting over to my side I stretch out my arms and yawn pulling myself up, along with the blanket to cover my chest. I looked over to the side table and glanced at the clock that reads "11:10 PM" I look down next to me not surprised Austin isn't next to me. I guess maybe he just wants this, maybe he just wants what we currently have going. Maybe I should talk to him about what he wants. Shaking off my thoughts I remove the cover from my body and hop off the bed dressing myself. Once I've dressed I leave his room and walk to the kitchen that is lit up, but to my surprise he isn't there.

"Hello Miss. Dawson." Miss. Jones flashes me a smile and nods. "Would you like something to eat? Or perhaps a drink?"

"Oh, no thank you." I smile and awkwardly look down at my hands. "Um, do you know where Austin is?" I ask looking up at Miss. Jones as she cleans off the kitchen counter.

"He's in his office ma'ma." I thank her and wonder off unaware of where his office is. All this man does is work. I walk around his apartment and nervously knock on a door. Why am I even looking for him? I don't even know what I'm going to say. "Come in." he hollers through the door and I slowly ease the door open, and make my way in shutting the door behind me.

"Ally." He smiles at me and throws his arms behind his head. "You're up. Do you need something?" he asked his face suddenly frowning, causing a slight V to form from eyebrow to eyebrow. "You don't want to leave do you?" he asks trying to hide the obvious hope in his voice that I don't want to leave.

"No I don't want to leave." I smile and examine his face. Why would he really care if I left? I mean it's not like he was sleeping with me, or even in the same room with me. My thoughts suddenly encourage me to speak. "Did you want me to leave?" I ask him even though I knew he doesn't. I just don't know any other way to approach what I want to really ask him.

"Of course not." He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. He shifts in his chair, clearly becoming uncomfortable. Oh no, he's one of those. He doesn't talk about his feelings. I slowly shy my way to him now I'm just a couple feet away from him. "Why would it matter if I did leave though?" I pause nervously. "I mean…we aren't even in the same room so it's like I'm gone anyway." I whisper out, seeing a sudden bemused look come across his flawless face.

"I like knowing you're here." He is serious for a split second before his fingers hook into my hips and he pulls me to him, leaning me back against his desk. He stand up pushing his erection into me, so I lean back against his desk. He licks my bottom lip and leans his mouth to me ear. "You know, Miss. Dawson, I am so tempted to fuck you right here on my desk. But I'd like to see you ride me first." I swallow hard, and flush as he pulls at my earlobe. Will I ever get use to the way he talks? Suddenly he drops his jeans and removes my sweat pants swiftly wrapping my legs around his waist. He then sits back down and lifts me up by my hips. He leans back and removes his hands from my hips and interlocks his fingers with mine.

"I'm all yours baby." He whispers squeezing my fingers through his. "Lower yourself." His tone changes, to a seductive almost demanding tone. So damn demanding. I bit my bottom lip and squeeze his hands as I lower myself onto his sprung member. I whimper out as he fills me.

"Slowly baby, take it slow." He groans into my ear and keeps his one hand locked with mine as he releases my other hand running it to my breast. He softly runs his fingers over my nipple. "Move." He commands as he runs his hands down my chest and to my stomach, eventually to my hip. I move faster like he told me, and cry out in pure pleasure. I bit my lip as he lets out a soft, sexy grumble in his throat.

"Faster." He commands again, his tone throwing me off the edge. I move faster on him, and moan softly as he helps me move by digging his fingers into my hip and lifting me up and down. I move harder, as he runs his hand from my hip and down my thigh, clasping his hand in mine again.

"Open your eyes." He whispers. I cry out in exasperation. "I can't." I whine keeping my eyes closed. My eyes shot open and I gasp as he swats my behind—pretty damn hard.

"Fuck." He growls staring to move his hips with mine, I keep my eyes open staring into his lust filled one. Throwing my head back I moan as he cups my breast in his hands.

"Au-Austin."

"That's right baby. Let me hear you." And soon enough, I let loose and cover him with my evidence of pleasure.

I sit on his lap, still breathing heavily. I gasp softly as he finally pulls out of me. I look at him, gazing in his eyes as he stokes my hair behind my ear. "You should sleep. It's getting late." I nod and stand up off his lap and grab my clothes. After I dress I turn to him before I head to the door. "Can I ask you something?"

He looks up at me, with a hint of shock on his face. "Sure."

"Why don't you ever sleep in your bed when I'm here?" I ask tearing my gaze away from my fingers and look straight to him. His face drops. Shit, maybe I should have just gone to bed.

"Ally…" he sighs and cups his face in his hands, looking for any way to avoid this conversation. It can't be that bad. "I just don't—I have never slept with anyone before." I look at him in disbelieve and bit down on my tongue.

"Why?" I whisper still gazing at him.

He shrugs and sighs. "I just don't. Can you please go to bed? I have work to do." I sigh and turn on my heels heading to his bedroom. There has got to be some way I can get this man to come to bed with me—and just to bed.