Page 36 of Sack

“I’m done.”

Colt tipped his head up from the couch when Ivy came hurrying in from his office. She skittered to stop right before plowing into his feet that were hanging off the cushion. She had a beaming smile plastered across her face, making it impossible not to smile back.

He sat up, grabbed the remote off the coffee table, and hit the mute button. “With the website?”

“Yep. And a few other things.” She snatched his hand and tugged. “Come on, I can’t wait to show you.”

She pulled him to the office like a kid leading their parents to the tree on Christmas morning—all excitement and anticipation.

It was impossible for her eagerness not to rub off, and Colt picked up his pace.

He followed Ivy into the office and around the desk to find the made-over website’s home page already displayed on the computer screen. The yellowish-green background of the new logo was the first thing that caught his eye.

“As you can see, I used a warm-tone background with punches of vibrant color.” She pointed at the screen.

He had to admit, the whole theme was inviting.

The new logo was a black, stylized icon of children holding hands, sandwiched between the words Colt’s and Kids. He really liked it. Simple, yet effective.

She took him through the workings of the website and showed him how each landing page had a spot to click to make a donation. She’d updated their old Facebook page and created a Twitter, Instagram, and LinkedIn account all sharing the same branding.

“It looks great.” He spun her chair and reached for her, plastering her chest to his front. “I’d say your work here is done.”

Her head tipped to look at him. “Not quite.”

“Really? Because I had a more enjoyable plan for the rest of our afternoon.”

She planted her hands on his shoulders and slowly slid them down his arms to right above the elbow. “In that case, maybe I am done.”

He raised a brow, his lip curling up on one side. “Maybe?”

“I might need a little convincing.”

He reached for the hem of her tee, sliding his hands under the fabric and up to cup her breasts. He tweaked her nipples. “Convincing enough?”

She gripped his arms tighter, pressing her lower body into him. “Maybe a bit more.”

He dipped his head and captured her lobe, sucking it into his mouth until she squirmed. “Convinced yet?” he whispered into her ear.

“A bit more,” she whispered back.

His hand shifted down and found the button on her jeans. He flicked it open and shoved his hand into her panties, his finger landing on her clit.

Her head fell forward, colliding with his chest as she groaned, “Bingo.”

Ivy

“What’s the P stand for?”

The bed was a mess. The cream and tan comforter barely hung on at the corner and only the sheet—which was haphazardly draped over the both of them—remained.

“Nope.”

Ivy rolled her head on the pillow to find Colt with his eyes closed and an arm tucked under his head. “Preston?”

His lips turned up. “No.”

“Patrick? Paxton?”

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