Page 28 of Who Pissed Off Ivy Dell?

She smiles. “That seems like a tender spot for a tattoo.”

“I’ll kiss it every night.”

Her face falls. “You won’t see it every night.”

“Every chance I get, I’ll kiss it.”

“Maybe your kiss should be the tattoo. Did you know lip prints are like fingerprints? You could identify someone by them if you had a reference. Of course, if things didn’t work out between us, that would be awkward to explain to the next guy.”

“I can’t think of a better reason to have my lips tattooed on your body.”

“Gross. Don’t be that guy.”

“Every man is that guy. And no matter what you choose for your tattoo, I want to be the only one who ever gets to kiss it.”

She flashes what I know is meant to be a look of disapproval. All I see is stars shining in the prettiest eyes in the world.

“Spread your legs.” I cup her pussy in my hand. “This is mine, and I’m not done playing with it.”

The look intensifies, but her legs fall open.

Mine.

But the way I belong to her outweighs all the stars in the sky.

She fucking owns me.

Ivy

Togetherness

Long before I feelhis weight in my bed or hear his snore, I know Jensen is next to me. The amethyst woman staring at me is the surest sign that I am not alone, even before the memories of last night confirm it.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

Jensen groggily mumbles a response.

“I was talking to the angel.”

“She’s not an angel. No wings.”

“Maybe angels don’t really have wings. Have you ever actually seen one?”

His heavy arm lands on my waist and drags me across the mattress to him. “I’m seeing one right now.”

“It’s entirely too early for that much cheese.” I try to wrestle out of his grasp, but he won’t let me go. “Stop. I have to pee.”

He reluctantly releases me. I turn the angel around before I climb out of bed.

When I return from the bathroom, the shoulder tattoo Josephine gave him peeks out above the blanket, and the angel is staring at me again. “I keep telling you, you better leave her alone.”

“She can’t keep her eyes off you,” he says, rolling to face me. “Her dark, empty eyes that follow you everywhere you go.”

He holds the blanket open, and I climb back into bed with him. His body is warm, and I could fall back asleep in his arms in no time, but I have to go. “I’m helping clean the path again this morning.”

“We better warm up your legs.” He pulls me on top of him, and I don’t resist.

I slide down onto his morning erection and moan. How could I not make that sound at the way he stretches me when I take his dick at this angle? So fucking good. He gave me three orgasms under the stars and the full moon last night. Another after we got back here. I can give him one with no reciprocation this morning.

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