Page 22 of Born To Be Bad

The Real Ivy Mickelson

IVY

We take the limo with the privacy screen up, so I think Alistair might want to play in the backseat. But when I knead his powerful thigh with my toes, he grabs my foot and massages it without taking it further. You’d think after my recent multiple orgasms I’d be satiated, but it actually makes me want more, as if my body has woken up to the fact that bliss may be limitless.

Alistair is on his screen, tapping his foot as he checks messages from Gazinsky who keeps having to move his meetings out.

“I really need to get back into the office,” he murmurs, scratching his stubble.

“Can I come with you?” I ask.

“No way,” he replies. “I won’t be able to focus on anything but sweeping everything off my desk and fucking you over it.”

“In that case,” I say, straightening my spine. “I’ll definitely come with you.”

He puts his phone away and looks at me. “Don’t tempt me.”

“But that’s what I’m here for,” I reply, blinking innocently.

“And what would my team think?”

“When have you ever cared about what other people think?”

He slants his head to acknowledge my point.

“Besides, don’t you have a ‘Bring a Pet to Work Day’”?

He guffaws. “No.”

“Well, maybe you should.”

“Or how about a ‘Bring Your Mistress to Work Day?”

“Unfortunately not,” he squeezes my foot. “But that would make for an interesting catch-up..”

“It’s a huge missed opportunity if you ask me.”

“Agreed. Anyway, I thought you hated evil corporations and vulgar skyscrapers.”

“I do,” I reply. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be eaten out on your very expensive desk while you are wearing a very expensive suit.”

“Ivy Mickelson,” he mock-scolds, adjusting himself. “You have changed.”

“Nope,” I reply. “I’m still the same person you scooped up off the concrete at the protest. I’m just more honest about what I want.”

His hungry eyes scrape over me. “And what is it that you want?”

I take this as my cue. I turn and swing my leg over his lap so that I am straddling him.

“I want what I’ve always wanted. To get to net-zero carbon emissions. To stop the destruction of the Amazon rainforest. To stop polluting the oceans and the sky. To ease suffering. To support vulnerable people and animals…”

“And?”

“And to be fucked senseless by you at every opportunity and in every possible location, including your fancy-as-fuck office.”

“My god,” Alistair says, grinning. He squeezes my ass. “I don’t know what has gotten into you.”

“But you love it,” I say.

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