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“It’s not just that.” I wrap a towel around my waist and take her hand, pulling her close to me. “With you … I feel like I’d hold you back. I want to fucking own you, Ivy, and if anyone even looked at you I’d kill them. It’s not healthy, is it? I wanted to gouge Finlay’s eyes out tonight, and look at me, I drove you here and ate you out.”

Her eyes flicker with amusement, but there's something else.

Fear?

“I don’t want to live in a big city. I want to bring my daughter up here. But I don’t want to be the reason you don’t live the life you want to.”

Ivy bows her head, and her cheeks flush.

“Oh, Griffin, I’m sorry.”

Why is she apologizing?

“Why don’t we just see what happens when we stop thinking?” Ivy suggests, dropping her towel to the floor. “Just do what you want to do, Griffin, and stop thinking about what could go wrong.”

Her fingers tug at the towel around my waist, and she sucks in a breath when she sees how hard I am at the sight of her naked.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m a jealous fuck,” I mutter, pulling her into my arms.

Ivy shrugs, smiling coyly.

“We’ll keep it on the down low, otherwise you’ll be overthinking everything.”

“And you’ll be okay with that?” I ask, studying her. “Like, you’re okay with me dating—”

“Whoa,” Ivy says, holding her hand up. “You’re doing it again. Stop thinking.”

I nod, listening to her and clearing my head.

“So what do you want, Griffin?”

I know what it is I want.

Or rather, who it is I want.

“You, Ivy.”

Ivy nods, standing on her tiptoes to pull me down to her. This time when she trails her hand down my chest, I don’t stop her.

“Then have me,” Ivy whispers, her fingers stroking my shaft as her lips touch mine.

I don’t hesitate in lifting her into my arms and carrying her to my bed, both of us still damp from the shower.

I want to own her, and she’s told me to do what I want, so dammit, I’m going to have her.

“Tell me what you want to do, Griffin,” Ivy whispers into my ear as my mouth clamps onto her neck, sucking and licking my way down to her perfect tits.

“I want to bury myself inside of you.”

Ivy moans, biting her lip as she reaches for my dick. Her fingers try to wrap around it, but it’s too big for her hand, and she blinks rapidly.

“We don’t have to,” I say, hoping to reassure her.

“You’re just big, that's all,” Ivy says. “But I think I can handle you.”

“Mmm, you think?”

Spreading her legs, I push her knees up to her chest, staring into the paradise that is Ivy’s pussy. It glistens with her desire, and I swallow hard, tracing my finger from her clit to her soaked entrance. I push one finger into her tightness, and she hisses, her eyes rolling as I slowly fuck her.

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