Page 22 of Sack

Colt did the math in his head. Five bucks for coffee, the non-stop line of cars, and all the locations… That was the kind of revenue he wanted to make for Colt’s Kids. He would love nothing better than for every abused child in America to have access to some form of support. Hell, why stop there? His dream should be every child in the world. And Ivy was the first step to making that happen.

Once back home, he rounded the corner to his office. “I come bearing—” The sight before him stopped him in his tracks.

Ivy still sat hunched at his desk, eyes glued to the computer screen, but instead of the slight gloom that he’d left her in, now a bright beam of sunlight shone through the window. The light surrounded her like an aura, making her glow.

She’d piled her hair atop her head leaving wispy, baby hairs to brush her exposed neck. The strands had a life of their own, almost translucent. He wanted to touch them, find out if they were as soft as they looked.

Her head raised, a smile transforming her face and reaching her eyes. “Ah, nectar from the gods.”

He was frozen in place.

Her smile fell. “Everything okay?”

He shook himself. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted. Hot or cold.”

“Hot is great. Thank you.” A line formed between her eyes when he still hesitated, then cleared when she said, “Come here, I want to show you something.”

He set both coffees down as he rounded the desk, their cheeks almost touching as he leaned over to get a look at the screen.

“I’ve bookmarked all the new accounts I’ve added so you can easily find them. I’ve written all the usernames and passwords down for you.” With a few clicks, she’d opened several browser tabs. “You’ve never accessed Facebook on this computer. I’ll need that info to log in.”

“I don’t know it. I’ll need to make a phone—” they both turned their heads at the same time and their faces were so close, their noses almost touched, “—call.”

Staring into her eyes, her mouth right there so tempting, without thinking, he closed the distance. Soft and yielding, her lips parted. He tasted honey as he licked at them, sucking the bottom one into his mouth.

It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

Reaching for her, he captured her under the arms, lifting. Her chest collided with his sternum then grazed his chest as he raised her higher, never breaking the kiss.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her fingers digging in to hold on.

He moved them a step, sitting her on the desk. Hands now free to roam, he cradled her head, his fingers diving into her hair to tip her head back farther. She opened for him, and he didn’t hesitate to take more of what she offered. Passing her lips, his tongue explored, and she tasted so damn sweet it brought a growl from his chest.

Her legs circled his thighs and she caught herself, hands planted on the top of the desk, as he bent her back, tasting her deeper.

It still wasn’t enough. Her taste. Her scent. The velvety feel of her hair against his fingertips. Her soft moans making his dick so hard it screamed for relief.

Shit.

He pulled back, trying to catch his breath as his chest seized. What was he doing?

With sultry eyes at half-mast and lips dewy and red from his assault, she gazed up at him.

His hands shook as he untangled them from her hair and stepped away.

Her eyes opened, spearing him. “Holy Sith.”

He took another step back, giving her room to stand, and raked a hand through his hair. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he did know, kissing Ivy had been a mistake. A huge one. Because that kiss was something he would never forget.

“Fuck. Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Ivy

“Don’t be sorry. Do it again.” For once, she was happy she had no filter. She wanted his mouth back.

“I can’t.”

“Since your lips haven’t fallen off, I think you can.”

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