Page 64 of Corrupting Ivy

I scanned the area till my gaze fell on her wiping a table.

He had a chip on his shoulder about Charity. And now I wondered if that would bleed over to Ivy.

I didn’t see the resemblance. They weren’t even close in comparison.

“We’ll discuss this location tomorrow,” I said, tapping on the tablet, bringing the conversation to an end.

I spun on the stool and stalked towards Ivy, who was cleaning the same table. “Remy said she’d finish. Ready?”

She didn’t, but if Remy gave her any flack for it, I’d handle it.

“Oh, um… okay. Just give me a second to put some of this stuff back.”

I gripped her hand as she reached for the spray bottle filled with a green cleaner. “She can handle it.” I tugged her towards the door.

“What’s put a fire under your ass?” she said with a big grin.

Turning on her, I dipped down until my lips just barely touched the lobe of her ear. “These shorts showing off your ass, and those thighs. I’ve watched you shake it enough for tonight.” She frowned, and I immediately knew why. Abuse was a hard program to strip from your mind. It brainwashes you until the only thing in life is fear. It becomes your normal, and anything else doesn’t seem right. I tipped her chin up with my finger until it forced her gaze to follow. “That’s a good thing. You drove me just crazy enough where you were all that was on my mind.”

She’s changing me. I’ve never felt the need to bring someone comfort. Ivy smiled, then bit that plush lower lip, making me groan.

“You think it makes me mad when people fawn over you, to rake your body with their eyes, but you couldn’t be more wrong.” I stroked her lip with my thumb, pulling it from between her teeth. “I enjoy the painful jealousy in men’s eyes when they realize they can’t have you.”

They could look all they wanted, but if they laid a hand on her…

I ushered her to my truck with Jake’s eyes piercing my back.

“Just for curiosity’s sake—” I said, holding open the door as she hopped into the truck, my hand gripping the top of the door frame. “Did you wear those for me?”

She shifted in her seat as her legs dangled towards me, her hands interlaced and fidgeting. “Maybe.” She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling as her breaths increased.

Just as I thought when we first met...poison.

I moved closer, taking my hands off the door, and invaded her space. Her soft thighs gave into the pressure as I squeezed, dimpling her flesh, then moved my thumb under her fraying jean shorts, caressing the silky skin between.

It wouldn’t take much to remove her of these clothes and do depraved things to her right here in this deserted parking lot. Things she may hate at first but learn to enjoy by the end. She’s already proved to me that there is more to her than meets the eye.

“Did you enjoy talking to Coen while you ignored me?” I leaned in and licked the shell of her ear, causing her to gasp with a small moan behind it.

“He gives me the creeps.” She tipped her head to the side, exposing her slender neck with pin-sized red dots in tight clusters, forming a thick line along her throat. It matched the pattern of my hand perfectly.

A rush of satisfaction settled low in my belly. I wanted to add to those marks, to force everyone to look at them and know I did it, and she wanted it.

I licked the redness with the tip of my tongue, tasting the salt on her skin. She made me hungry for more.

Ripping myself away from her, I swung her legs inside and slammed the door shut, then jumped in the driver’s side and drove her home.

She didn’t know it yet, but I was staying the night. Whether it was on the couch or in her bed, it didn’t matter. I would be there in the morning when she woke up.

Ivy’s rapid breaths pushed her breasts up and down, distracting me on our two-minute drive.

I pulled up beside her home just as she parted her thighs and placed her hands on them. She bit her lip and tipped her gaze in my direction, looking at me through thick lashes.

The minx was tempting me, but there was no need for seduction. I was already a goner.

I leaned in towards her, my elbow on the console, my thumb grazing my chin. “Get out of the truck.”

A wide grin slid across her lips. She obeyed my command without hesitation, racing around the front of the truck and up the stairs before I undid my buckle.

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