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I add another finger. Everything is so exquisitely lubricated. I need to move slowly, carefully, or risk her coming too soon. The longer we wait, the better it will be.

I exhale once, then again. Jesus. Ivy’s crying, and it makes me feel powerful. I rock into her, and then return to her moon with voracity, tonguing, licking, and penetrating while she yelps. Her G-spot is so ready; I can feel the ridged bulge. I don’t want this to end, but it’s time.

I take another breath to steady my mind. Extricating myself slowly, I replace my fingers with my cock. Ivy cries out, then sobs. I grab a last handful of lubricant and push my thumb into Ivy’s ass. She gasps loudly, but it soon turns into that high-pitched moan I know so well. The musical precursor to her climax. I pound into Ivy, cock and thumb in concert, and she can’t handle it. I feel like I’m losing my mind. She screams and thrusts, and I pummel into her like I’ve never done in my life, deeper, deeper, deeper till I feel her clasping me with that magical fucking pussy that always feels so alive.

We detonate together. Clashing, colliding, bursting into each other. Traversing each other’s skin and organs. It’s all golden fireworks and fantasy, muscles and music. I empty myself into Ivy as she sobs with her own cock-clenching, body-shaking orgasm. I grab her and moan into her mouth. The orgasm lasts forever.

Jesus H Christ.

Or, rather, Ivy F Mickelson.

CHAPTER 42

Dark Side

IVY

I’m surprised to be alive when I open my eyes. The orgasm was so fierce I had completely lost myself. Alistair and I look at each other and despite not saying anything I can see that he feels the same way. We move slowly, still slippery, to embrace each other. Alistair holds me tight and I melt into him.

“What just happened?” I whisper.

We both chuckle. “I don’t know,” he replies. “That was … intense.”

He holds me for a while longer, and then we drag ourselves out of the ooze and shower it off. We get dressed, sling a blanket over our shoulders, and order hot chocolate to take to the bow. It’s got cinnamon, marshmallows, and a shot of spiced rum. We sit together and watch the ocean and the stars.

I sigh. “Best honeymoon ever.”

“How would you know?” Alistair asks. “Exactly how many have you been on?”

I smack his shoulder. “This is my first. And my last!”

“Never say never.”

“True. If you had told me a month ago that I would be on a ‘honeymoon’ on a Thai sex yacht with a baby at home I would have laughed. And laughed. And laughed.”

“Same,” agrees Alistair. “You’ve turned my life upside-down.”

My jaw drops. “I’ve turned YOUR life upside-down?”

He’s grinning. I resist the urge to whack him again.

“Tell me why you need that money,” Alistair says. His tone is loving and non-confrontational.

“You really want to talk about that now?”

“Why not? You want the money and I want to give it to you. I want to give you everything. Besides, I’m intrigued. As we’ve discussed, you never use my credit card. You never spend money on yourself. And Jamie’s situation is under control. I’m extremely curious to know what you want it for.”

I take a deep breath. It’s been an emotional night, with that earth-shattering, soul-moving orgasm.

“I want to work for you,” I say.

Alistair is amused. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Well, I don’t want to work for you. Except as your pet. I want to work for Ravenscroft Enterprises.”

“That’s even more difficult to believe.”

“Okay, you’re right. Forget I said that. I want to head up a new division within the company. No. Not a division. A foundation.”

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