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While she amuses herself, I’m sporting a hard-on that won’t go away.

Fuck me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ivy

Brody opens our bedroom door and holds out a hand, ushering me in.

“Thank you, my lord.” I dip my head playfully and return the gesture with a smile.

The dinner tonight was more than I expected. I’m still pumped about it. The location, the food, and most of all, the company.

I turn around and face him. “Thank you, Brody. For tonight. I had a great time.”

A smile plays on his lips. “Me too.”

Silence builds between us. I want to say more, but the words just won’t come.

“I’ll go” —I stab two thumbs toward the bathroom— “and get out of these.”

Brody only nods.

Nerves flutter in my belly as I lock myself in the bathroom and take off my coat. Everything, from my made-up face to my sultry red dress, looks unlike me in the best way possible. Looking harried became my default in past weeks, but for a few hours today, I felt pretty.

Nancy was a godsend, going out of her way to find a date-worthy outfit from a clothing store in town on short notice. Our mission to find one dress turned into a haul. Of shoes and purses, too! I loved every minute of it. It was nice to dress up, be out, and pretend the past month of my life wasn’t a mess.

This has been the best night in... forever. Unfortunately, it’s ending. Who knows what will come tomorrow? Considering my track record, another problem.

I snatch a make-up wipe and clean the foundation and powder off my face. Then another to rid my eyes of the dark liner. And finally, one to clean off my lips.

I’m back to being regular Ivy. Not the one who enjoys being wined and dined in a fancy restaurant with a gorgeous man. Just the one with a truckload of issues and no solace.

A startling realization hits me. I’m not ready to return to my depressing reality. Even if for a night, I just want to pretend nothing else exists. Just Brody and me, and the sparks lit up between us.

I’m unsure where his head is tonight, but there’s only one way to find out.

I fluff out my hair and pull down the straps of my dress. They hang lower, bringing down the neckline with them. Satisfied, I turn around and head back to the room.

My steps falter as I walk in. Brody sits on the armchair, his legs spread out and his arms hanging loosely by his side. He’s gotten rid of his jacket, revealing strong arms my body yearns to be wrapped up in. His chiseled jawline is set, and icy gray eyes find mine.

Sweet will never be used to describe him. Powerful, yes. Striking, yes. Intimidating, of course. Never sweet. But I won’t have it any other way.

I find the courage to close the distance between us. If I want what I need, I can’t be timid. I come so close I’m standing between his legs. His chin tips up so his eyes don’t leave mine.

My belly swims as I turn around. “Help me. With the zipper.”

If he remembers I didn’t need help with it earlier, he doesn’t say it. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything for a full minute, and I’m shaking in my heels with nerves.

Then. “Sit.”

I quickly do as I’m told, perching on the edge of his lap.

Brody rumbles a sound, and then strong hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back into him. His warmth and muscular frame surround me, but those don’t make me pause.

I feel him. His hard flesh digs into the skin of my ass, and a quickening starts in my core. I hold still, pretending I don’t feel or want it.

He brushes my hair off my nape with one hand still on my waist. The light touches he leaves have me shivering.

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