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My brows scrunch up as I try to understand what he’s talking about. It takes a few seconds for it to click. He’s talking about the reason I’m here. The reason we met in the first place.

Someone’s after my sister. I’m here for her safety. Not to allow our bodyguard to shove his hand down my tights and bring me to a climax.

Shame warms my cheek but I don’t lower my head. If he wants to act like what we did means nothing, then I can match that energy. “Sure. I’ll be expecting something concrete.”

He smirks like he can see through my pretend indifference. “I’ll go get a shower.”

He turns away and all I can picture is him naked and dripping.

Fuck.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Brody

The shower stall clouds up with steam from the scalding spray. I hiss as it pours down my neck and back. Hands braced on the wall, I accept the discomfort and focus on it. I internalize it. Anything to replace the thoughts running through my head. Thoughts that make me stiff as a board left out in the snow.

Believing I’ve gotten myself under control, I lather my hands with soap and wash off. Naturally, my path leads me down to the length jutting from my pelvis. Only washing.Only washing. But the moment my fingers graze it, a groan falls from my mouth. With a feverish intake of breath, I palm my cock and stroke it. Slowly. The soap suds make my grip softer. Like her hands would be if I let it get that far.

I have to accept the fact. I may be able to cleanse my body, but my thoughts will always remain dirty. Filled with all the wicked ways I want to take Ivy.

I’d lost control out there, backing her up against the wall. She was nervous but something else shone in her eyes. Need. Dark and pure. She wanted me. So I gave her what I could, fitting my fingers in her tight, clenching pussy. The delicious minx fell for it immediately. Her channel slicked up, allowing me easy access. She’d ground against me, her legs trembling, egging me on to bring her to a nice climax.

For such a hard-headed woman, she made the softest and most beautiful noises in the throes of pleasure. Her body sang to me and I strummed that guitar until we harmonized into something sensual and arousing.

My hard-on rages. Veins wrapped around solid, throbbing flesh. The shower’s spray is unable to disguise the precum drooling from the tip. It aches to be tucked into her warm heat. I doubt I’d ever forget how she felt clamped around my digits. Imagining that firm squeeze around my cock sends my head spinning. I wouldn’t be able to pull out until I’d drenched her depths with my cum. Knowing Ivy, she’d take it with a cry and a plea for more.

I groan and apply pressure to the head. It took all my control to hold back from pressing into her right there. Hooking her knee around my hip to keep her exposed. Fucking into her until she begged me to stop. Teaching her who’s boss.

Bet she learned not to tease me again even with the preview of what awaited her if she kept running her mouth.

But it wasn’t only a learning experience for her. I’ve learned something myself.

Ivy Ross would be the death of me.

My cock throbs in my hand as I stroke up and down. Faster and faster. Pleasure twists in my belly and spreads outward, pebbling my skin and tensing my limbs.

With my free hand on the tile wall, I hunch over and stroke harder. I picture Ivy’s face, her pouty lips, her piercing eyes. I picture her how she was—spread open and willing. Pussy dripping all over my fingers. Moaning so sweetly.

It was a dangerous position. Iris could have turned up any second and seen me wrist deep in her sister. But the danger added to the excitement and Ivy was all for it.

I squeeze the sensitive cockhead and spread precum around it. I imagine thrusting into her parted lips and stuffing her mouth full of cock. I don’t know how I know but I’m certain she’ll be great at sucking cock. That mouth must be an expert at something else other than causing trouble.

A buzz rushes through me. I gasp, tugging harder.

I doubt fingering Ivy would be the last time I touch her. She’s gotten under my skin. The only way to get her out is to get into her. I must cram my cock in her pussy and slam into her hungry hole until she squeals for me.

My back tenses as my pleasure heightens. She’s a screamer, for sure. She already showed me what she’s made of today, making those sweet sounds. I wonder how loud she would get when I’m driving into her over and over. No worries about who might hear us.

I stroke faster, harsh puffs pumping from my lips. I’m so close. I shut my eyes tightly, imagining she’s the one pushing me overthe edge of pleasure. Thick ropes of cum spurt from the tip, flying all over and spilling on the wall and floor.

I drag in a deep breath as shivers rush through me. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. I rub out the last drops of cum but my cock still remains semi-firm. I doubt it will go down. Not until it’s found the end of Ivy’s core.

I finish showering and change into clean clothes. Then I head out to make dinner for our guests. Neither Iris nor Ivy are out here. I know for certain why the latter is not.

She’s probably still reeling from what we did or plotting her revenge against me. Either option brings me immense satisfaction.

Whistling a military cadence, I get started in the kitchen. The dinner meal I chose is one my mom made a lot when I was growing up. It’s the only thing I’m a hundred percent great at making without messing up.

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