Page 39 of Corrupting Ivy

I put the towel on the counter where it belonged and followed him outside.

In between surges of people, Remy expressed her displeasure with the condition I left the bar in last night. I had to explain to her how I got locked out and couldn’t get back inside. Seeing as it was a valid excuse, she let me off the hook. Just this once.

Randall walked to the passenger side and opened the door for me, where I hopped inside.

“Thank you.”

He shut the door with a solid thud, then made his way around and got in.

“We could have walked, you know?”

“It’s safer to drive.”

The quiet two-minute drive down the road had me squirming in my seat. It was simpler between us and less awkward when we hadn’t kissed. The conversation seemed to flow naturally, whereas now we didn’t have one.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said as he pulled to the side of the street next to my stairs. He stared ahead and nodded. “Do you want to come upstairs?”

Randall delivered a sense of security I hadn’t felt since I was a child, and I wanted to keep him around. At least I’m going to keep telling myself that when my body hums with desire and tells me otherwise. It was a nice change of pace to be treated like I was worth protecting and not an object.

His hands gripped the leather-bound steering wheel until it creaked. “I’m good.”

My scalp prickled. Could I spontaneously combust from humiliation? “Oh… okay.” I got out of the truck and shut the door when his seat belt flew off, and he marched around the front of his truck, coming straight towards me. I braced myself as he placed his palm against the center of my chest and pressed me against the door. His fingers moved against my collarbone, a growl rumbling his chest. “If you continue doing that, I can’t guarantee to keep my hands off you,” I said without thinking.

He cocked his head to the side. “Doing what?”

“Touching me the way you do.”

He grinned. “Ivy, I told you. I’m not a good man.” His thumb moved over the top of my breast, causing the air to stick in my lungs.

I tucked my hands behind my butt, pressing them between myself and the vehicle. “I’ve dealt with bad men before, you don’t even compare.”

“There are varying degrees, Ivy. Ones you see coming from a mile away, and then there are the ones you’ll never even know had you in their cross-hairs.” A chill slithered up my spine and settled where he touched me.

“Let me guess. You’re the one I’d never see coming?”

He removed his hand, brushing my aching nipple as he did. “Get some rest, Ivy. You’re tired. I can see it in your eyes.”

Randall settled back into his truck, then fired up the quiet engine.

Ididlook desperate. I’d thrown myself at this man, and he’d rejected me… again. When would I learn that the thing between him and me, whatever it was, wasn’t happening? I stalked up my stairs, making sure my foot connected with each step.

HeandRemy told me to stay away from him. So why was it I was throwing caution to the wind and heading full throttle towards him? I turned back to see him still sitting in his truck. Waiting for me to get inside? What self-proclaimed ‘bad man’ sees a girl safely home—one he doesn’t even know, I might add—then denies himself a night of no-strings-attached sex? Not one I’ve ever met.

I disappeared inside my home, turned the deadbolt, and flipped on the light switch, bathing the small area in a fluorescent hue. Throwing my keys on the coffee table, I fell face-first onto my mattress and closed my eyes.

So I lied whenI told her I took what I wanted when I wanted it. I wanted her more than I wanted oxygen in my lungs or blood in my veins, and I didn’t know why.

Did I want to go upstairs and keep her up the rest of the night, with her down on her knees and her hands buckled behind her back? Yes. So why couldn’t I bring myself to do it?

I don’t know.

Watching her walk away and shut the door behind her had my entire body vibrating, making me want to run up there and join her. But there were other things I needed to focus on, like getting my own good night’s sleep.

I’ve had barely five hours of sleep in several days, and it was wearing on me. I pulled away and drove down the street, then parked back at the bar and let myself inside.

The vacant building allowed me to lower my guard and relax—a bit. I stripped my shirt, boots and pants, then shoved my shirt in the side pocket of my bag, keeping it separate from the clean ones, and laid on the bed.

Images of Ivy with her long, wavy black hair tangled in my hands and those milky thighs wrapped around my waist had me fisting my hard cock as I imagined her tight pussy squeezing me while I moved inside her.

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