Page 28 of Dangerous Play

“You sound just like my mother.”

“Your mom seems like a smart woman.”

“Certainly.” I pushed my hand into my pocket and placed the other one around her shoulders in a casual posture, trying to make my moves seem smooth. I’ve done this countless times—throw my arm around girls—but Ivy was different.

“You’re like an iceberg.” She poked me in the side, leaning into my chest. “Can’t you relax?”

“This is awkward,” I muttered, my lips brushing the top of her blonde hair. I hated posing for photos, especially when I saw Dex take endless pictures of the two of us. I assumed none of them were good enough, as he was frowning at his phone.

“Don’t you model for sports brands?” she asked.

“In case you haven’t guessed based on my unnatural modelling abilities. No.”

“Imagine you are,” she said. “Imagine it’s Nike, your favorite, and they want you to pose with a super famous female soccer player for their new campaign.”

I must have looked as a deer caught in headlights, as my friends barked out a laughter. Ivy chuckled.

“Forget it.” She shook her head as she rested it for a second on my chest. Her green eyes blinked up at me. “Forget it all. Just imagine it’s you and me, like in the car.” Her voice lowered to almost a whisper so the others wouldn’t hear us, and I dropped my head, touching my forehead to hers to hear her words. “You told me you were good at PDA,” she muttered, her voice raspy and her breath tickling my lips. “You prided yourself on it. So, show me.”

“Well… if we had an audience other than my friends,” I started, licking my lips, “I wouldn’t keep my hands around yourshoulders, instead, I would slowly run them down your back and over your ass and keep them there.” Challenge lit up in her green eyes from my words, and I moved my arm from her shoulder, slowly running it down her back. My hand stopped above her butt, fingers lightly caressing her exposed skin. I watched her eyes darken, before her teeth sank into her lower lip. A half smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I couldn’t help my cockiness, as I smoothed my palm over her firm backside, giving it a squeeze. “I would do that… to make sure everyone knew you belonged to me. And if you kept biting your lips the way you do—” My fingers curled into her ass, but she didn’t release her lower lip.

“What would you do?” she asked, challenging me, baiting me.

This was all for show, but despite my morals and principles, I was still a guy. My cock twitched as I cupped her face. She leaned into my touch, as my thumb caressed her cheek, before I hooked it over her lower lip and pulled it free from her teeth.

A surprised hiss escaped me when her teeth sank into my thumb. Her bite wasn’t strong, but it sent a jolt of electricity through my body and right into my aching cock.

Ivy’s eyes twinkled with satisfaction as need burned through me like a wildfire.

When was the last time I got laid? I couldn’t recall.

My jeans grew tight, and I swallowed hard.

“Got it,” Dex interrupted, and Ivy released my finger.

“Let me see.” She giggled, stepping away from me. Cold air hit me straight to the core where her body’s heat was flushed against me, and I came as close as I could to the much needed cold shower.

I followed her as she bounced over to Dex and they both flipped through the pictures, unaware of my tortured expression.

“You okay?” Maddox asked, appearing next to me.

“Fine,” I grunted, shaking my head and running my fingers through it. “Shit…”

“Don’t play with fire, Captain.” My friend smirked glancing at Ivy. “But I feel like you already got burned.”

I followed his gaze and watched in awe how unaffected Ivy was by me and my presence. How she laughed with Dex and pointed at the screen and potentially at a picture of us. She was back to her flirty self, the one I met on that very first night and it was dangerous. I much more preferred her when she was sad and broken. She was far less dangerous.

“I guess, this is how she wants to play,” I muttered, pushing my hands in my pockets and fisting them to regain control over my wild thoughts. “She has no idea what she started.”

“Max, come.” Ivy smiled and ushered me toward her. “You will love this one…”

I doubted I would love any of the photos. In general, I despised photos of myself, but for some reason, the happiness in Ivy’s voice and her small giggle compelled me to move closer.

But before I reached her, I still heard my best friend snort. “You are in such a deep shit, bro.”

I knew that, and with every step I took toward Ivy, I walked into even deeper shit.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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