Page 38 of Irresistible Little Ivy

I kissed her again, sampling the sweetness of her. “You sure are. And you’re mine for the next three weeks. I’d say you’d packed lightly, but I got a giant box of women’s clothing delivered to my house yesterday.”

“Well, you told me to bring more of my stuff with me next time I visited, so I did.” She grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you some closet space.”

“Brat,” I muttered as I kissed her smiling lips.

She wiggled out of my arms, then began to take off her deep winter gear while I laughed to myself. It was 55 degrees outside, not forty below, but Ivy never wanted to be unprepared for the weather again. The jacket came off, revealing a familiar outfit, one that Ivy knew drove me wild. Nothing obscene, but the sight of her in an off-the-shoulder silk blouse always did it for me. The material shimmered against her pale skin, the color somewhere between a deep ruby and purple.

The fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra was blatantly obvious, and I stared at her nipples, clearly outlined by the fabric.

Lifting my gaze from her chest, I found her smirking as I growled, “Excited to see me, baby?”

“It’s just cold outside,” she pouted as we went into the kitchen after removing our boots at the door.

“Well then, it’s a good thing you have an amazing man who has some hot chocolate waiting for you on the stove.”

She gave a happy squeal and went to the cabinet where I kept the mugs, taking out her favoriteE.T.-themed cup. It was vintage, something I got for her for Christmas that I’d found while I was in Nevada on business. The moment I’d seen it in a thrift store window, I’d known she’d love it.

After the first deep drink of the warm milk, Ivy let out a sigh. “Oh, that’s so much better. It is freezing out there.”

Laughing, I ran my thumb over the gold chain that symbolized my collar in public. A lab-grown diamond heart the size of my pinky nail dangled in the hollow of her throat, and I had to admit it sparkled more than most real diamonds. Ivy had a thing about unethically sourced diamonds, but still loved the glitter so the lab-grown ones had been a good compromise. I didn’t give a shit, really, as long as she was happy.

Because Ivy made me very, very happy.

I gave her forehead a kiss as she snuggled into me, knowing my girl always needed some cuddle time after we’d been apart for a while. “I have a surprise for you.”

She perked up right away. “You do?”

“Yeah.” I set my mug down and leaned back on the black marble counter behind me, smiling at the way Ivy’s cheeks pinkened up. “It’s in the den.”

She turned and started to head towards the large living room just off the kitchen, but I stopped her.

“No, not that way. Upstairs.”

She tossed her gorgeous hair over her bare shoulder and I had to restrain myself from screwing her on my kitchen table.

Never in my life had I seen a woman more beautiful, smart, and interesting as my Ivy. “Just go upstairs, babygirl. Where the second guest room used to be.”

The green in her hazel eyes seemed to light from within as she grew even more excited. “Used to be? What did you do? Is it a sex room?”

I burst out laughing. “No, babe, sorry. We’ll still have to reserve one of the Dungeon’s play rooms at Rawhide if you want to play with some equipment other than what I have in our toy closet. Sorry.”

She lightly smacked my arm, then entwined her fingers in mine. “You goof. Okay, let’s go see this surprise. I have a few surprises of my own in my luggage.”

I let my mind wander into dirty territory as I followed her bubble butt up the stairs. The jeans that she wore cupped her ass cheeks perfectly, and I had all kinds of plans for her bottom brewing in my depraved mind. She had a bounce in her sock-covered step as she nearly skipped down the hallway, pulling me behind her.

Ivy loved surprises, and I was about to blow her mind.

She opened the door to the formerly bland room that used to house a king-sized bed, dresser, armoire and two side tables.

Now it was a perfectly replicated TV room/den that would have fit in on any of the 80s shows she used to watch.

The walls had been painted polo green, and the carpet was a lush navy shag. Thick and comfy plaid couches formed an L shape along the wall, and a huge dark rectangular wood coffee table sat before it. I’d sacrificed authenticity a bit by having a massive flat screen on the wall instead of a traditional big tube TV, but I did have a VHS player. A complex entertainment system with large speakers faced the sofas, and a couple vintage 80s paintings adorned the wall above one of the couches.

A bookcase and rows of empty shelves filled the far wall. Warm lighting shone from above, with a golden tone that gave everything soft shadows. Pillows of various sizes in jewel tones that matched the plaid were piled on the couches, and a plant in a macrame holder hung near the windows.

Ivy moved into the room, her hand to her mouth as she took in the framed movie posters on either side of the television. They were from two of her favorite movies, and I felt so damn pleased with myself at her obvious delight. She glanced over her shoulder at me, stars sparkling in her eyes, before she went over to examine the collection of VHS tapes occupying the dark wood cabinet beneath the flat screen TV.

I leaned in the doorway, smiling as she kept thanking me as she discovered one detail after another. I had Hayleigh, Chef Connor’s wife, design the room for me. Despite being a Little instead of a Middle, she’d done an amazing job. I’d found most of the vintage items on my own, and it had been fun hunting for treasures for my girl while I traveled for work. Made me feel closer to her even when I missed her something fierce.

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