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though. I gasp when I feel his teeth grazing my jaw. He bites me gently and pulls back to look at me.

“You want to do this, Ivy?” he questions, his voice low. I’ve never heard this tone before. His sex tone. “I’ll play with you, but you give me your fucking word you won’t wake up in the morning and tell me you regret it.”

I stare into his eyes, serious. “I won’t.”

He drops face to mine and brushes his lips against mine. “Promise.”

Is he crazy? Hell would sooner freeze over than me waking up and regretting getting fucked by this beautiful man.

I want him.

Badly.

“I promise, Mr West.”

His lips spread into a delicious smile. “Oh, no, Ivy, that’s another thing. In my bed, you call me Sir.”

I eye him carefully. “What?”

“You call me Sir, and you look me in the eyes while you do it.”

I don’t respond for a moment. He waits as I deliberate. It’s not like I don’t want to call him that. No way. It’s that I don’t know if I have that sort of courage. I don’t even make eye contact during sex, and now I’m supposed to look this Adonis in the eyes and call him that?

“Are you into kinky office play?” I ask.

His grin broadens. “No, Ivy, I’ve spent months thinking about touching you.”

“And I call you Sir in these fantasies?”

“Only because you were so defiant about it.”

I want to take Ivy from the past – the cheeky, defiant, teasing Ivy – and punch her in the throat. Why did I ever express resistance over this?

I’m only going to be fueling this man’s arrogance by doing so, but I’m horny now and I can feel his hard cock against my body and I want it. I want it so badly.

“Kiss me,” I whisper. “Kiss me right now…sir.”

Aidan’s eyes spark. He smashes his lips against mine, and it’s…everything…everything I hoped it would be. My hands come around him, fingertips digging into his back as I kiss him back. He’s good. Really fucking good at exploring my mouth. Like the kiss in the car, his movements are frantic, without rhythm. He sucks my bottom lip, teasing me with his tongue, sliding it against mine, tasting me with a deep, satisfied growl. He draws out sounds from me, too. Soft sounds I don’t recognize.

He moves away from my mouth and kisses along my jaw. He sucks at the tender spot between my shoulder and neck, and his hands are moving everywhere. He squeezes my breast through my shirt and then bites my nipple through the thin fabric. Hot pleasure courses through me at his possessiveness. I arch my back, desperate for more. His hands slide under my shirt. I feel his fingers along my belly as his mouth comes back up and kisses me. These kisses are lighter than before. He watches me through half-lidded eyes as he skims his fingers under the waistband of my pants. My mouth parts, no sound is coming out as he runs his fingers beneath my underwear, stroking my folds.

He nips my jaw, watching me closely. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I shudder, trembling as he keeps sliding his finger up and down my slit.

“Yes, what?”

I look at him, my vision cloudy. “Yes, sir.”

He lets out a harsh breath and his fingers roam over my pussy. Fuck. He teases around my opening, until I’m bucking my hips. Still studying me, he slowly sinks his finger inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmurs, closing his eyes like he’s savoring the feeling. He drops his head down to my neck and sucks me gently. I’m still clothed. He’s still in his briefs, his cock hard against my side. He sinks his finger deeper, and my inner walls clench around him. I let out a soft moan as he works me, moving his finger in and out. Every time he pulls out, he’s running that finger around my clit, spreading my slickness around. Waves of pleasure run through me. I’m warm everywhere, mouth parted, only breathing when I have to.

“Aidan,” I moan, quickly adding, “Sir.”

His lips spread into the most devilish smile. “Yes, Miss Montcalm?”

“Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He draws circles around my clit, watching me, studying me. It’s like he’s learning me. It’s all about me, and I’m not used to this feeling. I run my hands down his chest, feeling his abs, his hips, that sexy happy trail. I’d give anything to turn the lights on and have a proper look at him but doing this in the dark is erotic in its own way. It makes me braver. He drops his forehead to mine when my touch traces along his cock.

God, I want him inside me.

It’s like he can read my mind. He pauses to pull my pants and underwear down. He throws them off the bed and I’m bare to him now, wearing only this thin long sleeve shirt. I reach for him, pulling him to me, back to my mouth. His finger moves out of me as he leans down and kisses me hard. “These fucking lips,” he growls against my mouth. “I can’t fucking wait to have them wrapped around my cock, Ivy.”

Hell yes, sir.

He moves back over me as I spread my legs for him. In a frenzy, I feel for his briefs, tugging them down. The second I wrap my hand around his length, he stills, groaning deep in his throat.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Fuck yes, Ivy.”

His lips are lightly brushing mine, but he’s not kissing me. His eyes are open, but he’s far away as I run my hand up and down, watching him like he did me.

“No wonder you’re so cocky,” I whisper, pretending to be annoyed. My fingers don't even touch, he's so thick.

He tries to smile, but he’s straining under my touch. He’s fucking huge. I suck his lip, feeling him grow impossibly hard in my hand. I want him inside me. Want him stretching me. God, it’s been so long, and even then, I’ve never felt

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