Page 23 of Born To Be Bad

“That’s putting it mildly.”

I swivel my hips, feeling his cock harden against my pubic bone. I lean my forehead against his, our noses touching, and he kisses me long and deep.

“Okay then,” he murmurs. “You can come to work with me.”

“Excellent,” I whisper.

“You certainly know the art of asking for something.”

“While I have you in this … receptive mood,” I say.

Alistair eyes me suspiciously. “Mmm-hmm?”

“I was wondering…” I keep up the friction, circling his cock, the fabric of our clothes rubbing against each other.

He sighs and leans his head back. “You do realize I’ll agree to anything right now?”

I chuckle. “So easy to manipulate.”

“I’d like it if you manipulated me all day long.”

“Careful what you wish for,” I reply.

“What is it that you are wishing for?”

“I know I already have your credit card?—”

“Which you never use. We really need to work on that. If you don’t start using it I think I might have to punish you.”

“Ooh,” I say, smirking. “How?”

“By buying you ostentatious jewelry. Blood diamonds.”

“Don’t you dare,” I tell him.

“I interrupted you. Apologies. Please go on.”

“You know I love it when you give me those envelopes of cash.”

“Ah. I still owe you two from when I was in Moscow.”

“But I want more,” I say.

Alistair is smiling and frowning at the same time. “I have no idea who you are or what you’ve done with the real Ivy Mickelson.”

I start getting a bit flushed from the signals my clit is sending me. I breathe with the sexual energy that’s radiating in my pelvis. It does not go unnoticed.

“You are my everything. What’s mine is yours. Tell me how to give it to you the way you like it.”

“You make everything sound so fucking sexy,” I whisper.

“Only because you’re in my orbit,” he replies. “Usually I’m chaste.”

I grin. He’s so full of shit. “Chaste?” I murmur, nibbling his ear.

“I’m practically an incel.”

I snigger and start unbuckling his belt. “Let’s see how chaste you are, then.”

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