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“Wherever you want me. However you want me.” Ivy’s lips brush mine, hot, needy, and it feels so right but what she’s saying is all wrong.

I pause, staring into eyes that make me think of the sky on a summer day. “It doesn’t work that way. Not with me. You have a voice.”

Ivy stills, her brows drawing together as she drags her fingers into my hair, angling her mouth over mine. “I’m using it,” she whispers.

“You’re using it to tell me to use you.” I kiss her deeply, pulling her panties aside to finger her clit, teasing her, testing her. “I want you to tell me what you want.”

She exhales sharply, eyes closed as her hips roll with the rhythm of my touch. “You. I want you, Micah.” Her voice is tortured, dripping with desire, and it makes my cock throb. I want her here. Hard. Now. I want to make her scream and cry and grunt, but this isn’t about me.

It’s about her.

“I can feel how much you want me. You’re so fucking wet. But what do you want me to do to you? What turns you on? Tell me what you want.”

She bites her bottom lip, chest heaving. “I’m not good at that.”

“Do you like what I’m doing now?”

She nods. “A lot.”

“Do you like it when I stop?” I pull my hand away while my dick shudders in protest. Not touching Ivy is a hard fucking pass, but I’ll do whatever it takes to show her how much her needs matter.

Her eyes snap open. “No fair!”

She leans forward to claim a kiss, but I move away, just out of reach.

She presses her hips forward, egging me on, but I refuse to give in.

“Tell me what you want, Ivy.”

There’s a moment of silence, the kind dripping with anticipation. Her chest heaves and my balls throb and then she blinks, lowering her gaze. I bend down to recapture it, brushing my lips against hers, once, twice, then lose all ability to control myself and kiss her, grinding my aching cock against her hip.

I pull back and she shudders, quivering like every fucking nerve in her body is tuned to mine like mine is tuned to hers.

“I want you to touch me,” Ivy whispers. “Like you were.”

I slide her underwear over her hips and she steps out of them, then I suck the taste of her off my finger and slip it back inside, using my palm to massage her clit. “Like this?”

She gasps, high and feminine. “Like that.”

“And then what?”

“I want you to fuck me, Micah. I want you inside me. I want you to make me scream your name and come so hard I can’t stand.”

“I like it when you talk like that.” I lick her bottom lip. “Say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me, Micah.” She’s smiling now, confident, and fucking hell I’m done for.

I scoop her into my arms and carry her into my room, where I deposit her on the bed. “This is where you belong. Here. With me. Not sleeping in the office like you’re a guest.”

“I am a guest.”

Jesus. What do I have to do to make her want to stay?

“No, you’re not. You’re…you’re fucking everything, Ivy. Everything.” I yank my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, then crawl into bed with her and lick from her knee up her inner thigh, stopping short of her pussy as her legs quiver.

“Don’t stop.” Ivy presses up on her elbows, smiling at me with my head between her legs.

“Your wish, my command and all that.” Grinning, I lower my mouth to her, thrusting a finger inside, wishing it was my dick until her long moan fills the room. I’ll have my turn soon enough. For now, it’s about her.

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