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are ripped off from me and strong arms wrap around my body.

“Not funny, Ivy,” he says with disapproval, carrying me out of the room.

“What’s going on?” I pretend he’s just woken me up, but I’m wide awake, my heart thudding in my ribs.

“You belong in my bed, temptress. That’s what’s going on.”

He takes me into his room and settles me into his bed, throwing the covers over me. I study him in the darkness. He’s undoing his watch and settling it on the dresser. Then he’s undressing completely, peering at me with stormy eyes.

“Cheeky, bewitching woman,” he says, climbing into bed next with nothing on, covering my body whole with his. “What did you think I would do when I didn’t find you under my sheets?”

I bite the inside of my lip. “Want me more?”

He smashes his mouth against mine, stealing my next breath. “In what world could I want you more than I already do?”

“I might be losing my spark.”

“On the contrary, beauty, your spark’s growing brighter.”

“I’m not old news then.”

He just looks at me, perplexed. “I’m smitten by you, Ivy. I go to work and spend the entire time trying to find ways to come home sooner. I’m obsessed with you. You’re all I think about. I thought I made all this clear.”

I grow warmer. “You did.”

He kisses me again, running a hand down my body. “What the fuck are you wearing?” he murmurs against my mouth. “What is this silky little thing?”

“It’s a night gown,” I reply, smiling when his hands run under my gown and up my inner thigh.

“Since when are night gowns this tiny?”

“It’s called lingerie, Aidan.” I wore it to make him go crazy. I think it’s working.

He groans. “I see what’s happening. You’re trying to wind me up, aren’t you? Sleeping in another bed, wearing this little thing, messing with my head –”

“Yes, but it worked, did it not?”

He chuckles, roaming my body with eager hands.

“This makes my job of undressing you so much easier,” he notes, running his lips down my neck.

He slides my underwear off and throws it somewhere on the ground. That’s the end of them. I won’t be seeing those panties the entire night.

He slowly slides down my body, pulling up my nightgown, kissing down my stomach. I love when he does this because he never kisses around my scar. He kisses over it without care.  He spreads my legs wide and buries his mouth at my center. I let out a long shaky breath as his tongue tastes me. He relaxes between my legs like he’s going nowhere, his hands gripping my hips so I can’t move.

“How could this ever get old?” he breathes, groaning as he continues to build those sparks. “I love every inch of you, Ivy Montcalm. You were put on this earth for me.”

My fingers dig into his scalp as he takes me over the edge nice and slowly. I see dots in my vision when I hit my high, whispering his name. Then I pull on his hair and bring him back up to my mouth. I taste myself on his lips, and my insides feel funny that he loves what I taste like. He enjoys it so much, his fingers are already massaging my clit again, reviving it.

“No,” I whisper, grinning. “You’ve given me enough attention.”

“No such thing,” he mutters.

I pull away. “Your turn, Mr West,” I whisper, pressing my hand against his chest. He falls back on the mattress, eyes alive. I move down and take his cock into my mouth, already taking him deep. His hand grabs at my ass as I suck him. He squeezes me hard, panting from under me. He hardens immediately. He raises his head to watch me in the darkness; his deep groans fill the room as I pick up my pace.

His hand leaves my ass and tugs at my night gown. “Take this off,” he demands. “I need your tits in my face, Ivy.”

I sit up to remove my nightgown. I crawl over him. My legs spread and I settle over him as he grabs at my breasts with both hands and tugs at my nipples. He watches me sitting upright over him, his eyes feasting on my bare flesh, his hands groping at my breasts. I bend over and kiss him, and his hand flies to my ass as I do. He’s palming my breast in one hand, my ass in the other, squeezing both tight.

I cut the kiss and inch down his body. He immediately tenses as I rest my bare core against his cock. I rock against him, running my folds along his length. His hands fly to my hips and he digs his fingers into my flesh, staring at me with wide eyes, the desire bleeding out of him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, shivering around me. “Ivy, fuck.”

I continue to rub him, feeling pleasure course through me as it touches against my clit. I shut my eyes, moving faster.

“Aidan,” I plead, “I want you inside me.”

“Not yet, baby,” he lets out in a strained voice, his fingers digging harder into my hips as he has me rocking back and forth.

“Please.”

“Don’t beg,” he rushes out. “I’m weak when you beg, Ivy.”

“But why?” I ask, sitting upright now to look at him, still moving my hips, still feeling like I’m going to come any second. He’s so thick under me, I feel like I’m sitting on a fucking log. He looks down at my pussy, then my bare breasts, his eyes glazing over.

“I don’t trust myself around you,” he finally admits vaguely.

I pause to look down at him. “There’s nothing you can do that would be crossing the line, Aidan. I’m free now.”

He swallows, fingers digging into my hips now to keep me still instead. “Ivy, you’re free in the physical sense. It’s your heart I’m concerned about.”

I rock again, and his head comes up, looking down at the contact, at my sensitive skin rubbing along the length of him. He holds me

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