Page 57 of Unravel Me

“Fuuuuck, Ivy. Are you trying to kill me? I think you’re good and stretched out. Get your ass in the ring before I haul you out of here like a caveman.”

She looks at me upside down from between her legs.

“Problem?”

I drop my head back and groan at the sky.

She stays in that position and leans toward the other leg. Having enough of her temptress shit, I walk right up behind her and grab her hips firmly in my hands, yanking her ass right into my hard cock.

“You feel that, baby? Yeah, I’d say we got a problem. Now quit playing with fire and get in the ring.”

She stands and turns in my arms with a smart-ass grin on her face. I lean down to kiss her and she shoves my chest. Hard. I’m not expecting it and it forces me to stumble back from her a few paces.

“Nuh-uh. We’re here to work out. Come teach me something new.”

She skips away from the mat and climbs under the ropes, into the boxing ring.

I look at her for a moment, trying to think of everything but what her body will feel like if I ever get to be inside her again. My dick has a mind of its own and doesn’t want to settle down.

“You coming or should I go ask Dom for help?” she yells. That gets my ass moving. I climb into the ring and walk right up to her.

“Go ahead, Ivy. See what happens if you let him come over here and help you. But I don’t believe you’d do it. You only want me in here with you. Looking at you.” I roam my eyes over her body. “Touching you.” My hands run along the length of her arm and goosebumps break out over her skin. She closes her eyes for a moment, and I take the open opportunity to catch her off guard. I push gently right above her breastbone, just hard enough to get her attention and force her to stumble on her feet.

“First lesson. Stance.”

“You asshole.” She glares at me.

“Time to get to work, baby.”

Chapter 22

IVY

Iget out of the shower and dry off, the adrenaline from working out with Sawyer earlier still coursing through me. I freaking loved it. I always thought it was kind of barbaric that Sawyer’s dad had all the kids fighting in a ring together, even though they had lessons, but I never understood it as an outlet until today. It was everything I didn’t know I needed. Sawyer knew exactly what would help me. I rub my cherry almond lotion over my legs, slip into a pair of panties, and pull a tank top over my head before realizing I left my night shorts in my bag. I shut off the light and tiptoe out of the bathroom. Sawyer is sitting on the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs.When he notices me he freezes, his eyes perusing my body slowly as if committing me to memory.

“Baby, come here,” he begs as he holds a hand out to me. I step close enough to grasp it when he pulls me to stand between his spread legs.

“Trust me?”

“Yes,” I say nervously.

He turns me so that my back is to him, running his hands up the outside of my thighs, he curls his fingers into the band of my panties before dragging them down my legs. A shiver runs down my spine. Once they pool at my feet I kick them off, swaying slightly. Sawyer has seen me naked before, he’s had sex with me more than anyone else ever has. But it’s been so long, and my stomach knots with nerves and anticipation.

His hands return to my hips, guiding me down gently so that I’m forced to sit on his lap.

“Remember, baby, trust me,” he whispers in my ear.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Helping you relax.”

“I told you we can’t do this anymore. It’s distracting.”

“And I told you that was bullshit and not happening.”

His fingers lightly skim over my skin, down my thighs, until they reach my knees.

“Spread for me.”

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