Page 92 of Trust My Bodyguard

She eyes me and snatches up her spoon. “I don’t like you.”

“Just the things I do to you, then?” I didn’t think before saying the words, but now they are out there.

Ivy’s eyes latch onto mine for a heated second. “Ew. No.”

I chuckle and wait for her to take the first bite of her dinner. The sight of her slipping the spoon past her blood-red lips does insane things to my head.

“Hmm.” She closes her eyes, moaning her appreciation.

I’m enraptured, unable to look away as her mouth works and throat bobs.

She blinks open, and a smile curves her lips.

“Good?” My voice grates.

If she notices it, she gives no indication. She nods. “Very.” Another spoonful follows quickly. “Wow. So good.” Then her eyes drop to my plate, and she licks her lips. “How’s your beef stew?”

Ravenous Ivy brings a smile to my face. “Try it.” I push the bowl toward her.

She leans forward but can’t get her spoon in the bowl without rising and bending over awkwardly. I bring the bowl back to myself and scoop a spoonful. My longer wingspan makes it nothing for me to stretch forward until the spoon hovers close to her lips.

Her eyes meet mine, and she parts her lips. I didn’t account for how sensual the whole affair would become. Her tongue darts out, lips closing around the spoon. The soft vibration of her appreciative moan slides through the spoon and travels up my arm.

I withdraw my hand as quickly as I can after she lets go. If not, I’d be following through with the imagery in my head. Dipping my thumb into her mouth and asking her to lick it giving me a preview of what she could do to my cock.

“Good?” I ask again.

She licks her bottom lip, and I cuss under my breath. “The best.”

Does she know what she’s doing to me? If anyone could see what I’m sporting beneath the thick tablecloth, I’d be arrested for indecent exposure.

And she doesn’t back down. Every motion she makes is laced with sexual undertones. I can’t even taste my dinner, too occupied with the need to taste her.

“You’ve gone awfully quiet.” She eyes me over a half-eaten apple strudel. “Cat got your tongue?”

The spark in her eyes confirms my suspicion. She was being overly sexual to work me up. Maybe she didn’t like me choosing her dinner and she wanted payback. Or perhaps she simply enjoys toying with me.

Well, I do, too.

“Not yet.” I wink. “But I’m hoping.”

She grabs my meaning quickly, and her face flames. “We’re in the open, Brody.” She looks around. “Not cool.”

“And you’ve been cool this entire night?” I frown. “I want to see the not cool version then.”

Her eyelids turn heavy, and she tips her chin up. She looks like she does when I have her beneath me.

“What are you doing, Ivy?” I choke out.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She sweeps her hair from her face, exposing her cheek and creamy neck. Then she leans over across the table. The already low-cut neckline of her dress drops even lower.

A rumble leaves my throat. It’s both a warning and a plea.

Ivy’s not done yet. Not nearly. She takes a ladyfinger and dips it in my chocolate fondue. She holds it over her tongue, letting the chocolate drizzle.Like cum. Then she pops the biscuit in her mouth and chews slowly.

She drops back in her seat, laughing. “How was that? Come on. You have got to give me my flowers. I was all sexy and sultry.”

I force a smile. “Yeah, you were.”

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