Page 27 of Unwrapped

“Then I hope you’re ready to take me over.” I reach down, freeing my cock and lining it up at her entrance. “And over.” I press the tip against her warmth, her pussy stretching to accommodate my girth.

“If I can.” Her breath hitches, her thighs squeezing my ribs tightly as she lets out a shaky breath.

“Oh, we’ll work you up to it.” My voice sounds like I’ve been drinking all night, my throat tightening as I hold back from pressing all the way inside her. “That’s right, Ivy.” I guide myselfin and out of her in small increments. “See how wet your pussy is getting for me. Just relax and let me show you how to take my cock, baby girl.”

Our fingers are intertwined, both of her hands pinned above her head as I pump in and out of her, my strokes long and slow. I lean down, pulling her bra down with my teeth, wrapping my lips around her nipple.

Her eyes are struggling to stay on mine, rolling back into her head as her back arches, her hips lifting to meet my strokes.

“Look at you fucking me back.” I try to keep my composure but I’m hanging by a thread. Her jaw clenches, her head lulling back so her neck is exposed to my lips. I take advantage just as I feel her walls clench around me, milking me for every last drop as she joins me in my release, crying out, her own orgasm tearing through her body.

I lean backin my chair, the creak of leather beneath me punctuating the otherwise quiet office, and my gaze drifts out the window to the snow-covered skyline. Chicago looks peaceful under its thick layer of snow, but my thoughts are far from tranquil. They’re tangled up in memories of last night—memories of Ivy.

My pulse quickens, my dick sore but ready for another night of marathon sex.

My phone buzzes on the desk, and I can’t help the grin that tugs at the corner of my lips when I see her name flash across the screen.

Ivy

You end up making it into the office?

Or are you just daydreaming about me at home?

I bite back a chuckle. That woman knows how to keep me on my toes, even through text.

Asher

You caught me. I’m staring out the window, trying to figure out how to focus after last night.

You do have a way of leaving a lasting impression, Calloway.

My thumb hovers over the send button, a thousand things I’d rather be saying than texting her. Things like how her skin felt under my hands, how the memory of her lips still lingers like a fire I can’t put out. Hell, how I’m struggling to keep my mind on anything but her.

Her response comes quickly.

Ivy

Mmm, do I?

II guess that’s what happens when you combine great company with a little holiday… magic. ;)

That little winking face does something to me—something that makes it impossible to focus on the reports sitting on my desk. I shift in my chair, memories flooding back in vivid detail. The feel of her warm body against mine, the way her breath caught when my hands roamed her curves. The way she whispered my name, making it sound like something sacred.

My phone buzzes again, pulling me from the vivid memory.

Ivy

Or maybe you’re just terrible at focusing.

I laugh out loud this time, running a hand through my hair. She’s not wrong.

Asher

I think you’re the problem, not my focus. I’m usually much better at handling distractions.

But you… you’re a distraction I’m willing to make time for. A distraction I hope wants to stick around.

There’s a pause on her end, and I can almost picture her biting her lip as she reads my reply, her cheeks flushed from whatever smart retort she’s about to send.

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