Page 37 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

“Are you sure?”

“It’s small, okay? Totally losable.”

“You have a minute.”

She makes a doubtful noise in the back of her throat. “I already told you I was in charge tonight. With or without what I brought, that’s staying true.”

“I like you bossy,” I admit.

Throwing me a look over her shoulder, she asks, “Really?”

“It’s sexy when you take charge.”

“You hardly ever let me do it.”

I stand and strip out of my shirt, tossing it aside. “We both know you prefer bein’ told what to do, Ivy.”

“In the bedroom,” she clarifies.

“I know.”

“Found it.”

I watch her closely. She’s fisting something in her right hand when she unfolds herself from a crouch and faces me. Her eyes grow wide as she takes in my naked chest before dipping them to my groin.

“That’s a filthy image.”

“What is?” I ask, greedy for more of her words.

“You half-naked and hard in those sweatpants. They do nothing to hide how big you are. Actually, I think they make it even more noticeable.”

I cup my cock, gripping it hard enough to draw a hiss of pleasure up my throat. “What are you goin’ to do about it?”

She narrows her eyes and nods to the bed behind me. “Take off your pants and lie on the bed.”

“That’s my line.”

“No, you would have told me to put my ass up in the air. So, unless you want to change your mind and let me play with you the way I let you play with me, you’ll just do as I say.”

Her bossy tone does nothing more than make me ache worse than before. I eagerly strip out of my pants and briefs before kicking them off.

I’m stiffer than fuck and already wet with precum. Ivy swipes her tongue across her lips while staring, intensifying my arousal.

I sit on the middle of the bed, staring at the wall across from the bed with my hands flat to the mattress, waiting for her next order.

A hot palm touches my thigh. It moves higher, nails curling to scrape at my skin along the way. She trails them through the dark hair and up to my hip bone, lingering there as she presses against my side.

“Have you ever worn a cock ring, Niko?” she asks softly.

I arch a brow. “No. Is that what you’re hidin’ in your hand?”

She uncurls her fingers and holds a small blue ring above me. “It seems only fitting. You put a ring on me, so I should put one on you.”

“It won’t fit. It’s so fuckin’ small.”

Her smirk is pure sin. “What is it that you always say? We’ll make it fit?”

“You gonna squeeze me in, then, angel?”

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