Page 99 of Corrupting Ivy

I moved her thighs with care and pulled her into my lap, cradling her against my chest, then covered us up with the comforter and watched the rain.

Kissing her forehead, I wrapped my arms around her as her breathing steadied.

Two Weeks Later

“That’s what I said,”I told the sales agent on the phone. “You were supposed to deliver it an hour ago.”

Why is it so hard to find good help?

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll contact the person delivering it right away and find out where he is. Then, I’ll call you back. How does that sound?”

“Better than sitting here twiddling my thumbs.” I hung up the phone, then tossed it on the desk when a knock resounded at the door. “Come in.”

“Is now a bad time?” Ivy asked, peeking in.

She’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail and changed into a gray t-shirt and black jean shorts, which made my cock stiffen.

“Never. Come sit.” I gave my thigh a pat.

She walked into my office and shut the door behind her before sliding across my lap. Her smooth, naked thighs flaunted purple mending wounds. I brushed the pad of my thumb across one, attempting to memorize how it felt against my flesh.

“I was curious if you wanted lunch?”

Her arms went around my neck as she pressed her soft kisses against my face, then leaned in to rest her head on my shoulder.

“Depends. Are we talking about proper food, or what you have between your legs?” I swallowed as my cock hardened in my pants.

I’ve given her time to recover. But that didn’t mean it didn’t take all I had to not wrap my hands around her and take her on every surface of this house twice over. Especially since she always wanted to be around me, her hands on my skin, tormenting me with their fiery touch. I’d be lucky to get through a single day’s work. Not that I minded.

The sweetness of her laughter flooded my senses, and it tasted like honey on my lips. “I meant actual food. Your new chef is making some middle-eastern dish for lunch.”

“Why does Sam make food I won’t eat?” I tucked her hair back away from her eyes. “I think I’ll fire him.”

“Don’t do that.” She placed her hands on my cheek and brushed her lips against mine, igniting those pinpricks of desire.

If someone told me I’d have a woman in my life that could touch me the way she does, I would’ve called them a liar. Just in the last three weeks, she’d gotten closer to me than anyone ever had. We’ve slept in the same bed without incident, taken small walks around my property. I’ve even found myself staring at her while she looks out at the mountain range.

She’s transforming me. Or maybe I’ve already changed?

“I think Sam might have to put it in the fridge if you keep teasing me with those lips.”

Ivy placed her forehead to mine. “But he worked so hard on it.”

“I don’t know why he insists on making ethnic foods. I’m a meat and potatoes, simplistic man. Grill up a steak with roasted potatoes.” Sam thinks if he hides the vegetables in my food like I’m a toddler, I’ll eat it. But you can’t fool me. I threaded my hands through her hair, rose from my chair, then placed her on my desk. “There’s only one person in my world who can change me, and that’s you.”

“Then eat your vegetables, Randall.”

I pressed my lips to hers, then ran my hand down her soft shirt until I hit bare skin at her midriff while keeping a firm hold on her hair. Tucking my hand under her shirt, I palmed her breast, and swirled my tongue around with hers as she moaned against me.

It’s torture what she’s doing to me. All of it—the touches, the laughs, the smiles. She wants me to go insane.

“Sir,” Maria, my housemaid, said, knocking on the closed door.

I kissed her slow and deep, never skipping a beat, then pinched her nipple. She gasped against my lips when another knock sounded. I tore her away, then raised a brow as she snickered. “What?”

“There is a Michael at the door with a delivery.”

“Give me a minute.”

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