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Christian’s body stiffened, and a frown touched his forehead. His breath came out in harsh, uneven gasps as he rested his forehead against hers, the scent of her still swirling around him, pulling him in so powerfully that he didn’t want to let her go.

With a final reluctant pull, he stepped back, opening the car door for her. "Get in," he said, his voice rough with desire.

As Ivy buckled her seatbelt, Christian leaned down and kissed her lips once more.

"You’re going to leave me right after a kiss like that?" Christian teased, his eyes twinkling as he stared at her.

Ivy shot him a playful scowl. "We were in the middle of the street. What were you thinking?"

Christian chuckled, his grin wide. "Mrs. Evans, you kissed me. How did you expect me not to accept it, and then hold back after that?"

Ivy’s face burned at once. ‘Mrs. Evans?’ Even though they’d gotten married and exchanged rings, she hadn’t been called Mrs. yet by him. Hearing it for the first time from his lips felt both special and terrifying.

She was married to him. Christian.

She turned her face away to hide the redness in her cheeks, but he reached out and grabbed her face, turning it back to him.

His smile didn’t falter, and the next second, his lips were all over her face—kissing her everywhere. On her lips, cheeks, eyes, nose—his hands affectionately gripped her face, his eyes filled with adoration as if he couldn’t breathe without kissing her. Thekisses burned brighter and deeper until, after a while, he finally stopped, his lips hovering over hers.

"I can’t even breathe without looking at you, Ivy," he whispered, his voice hushed.

Ivy’s breath was soft, her eyes locked onto his, her heart beating erratically in her chest. This time, there was no coldness, no rejection, only a tenderness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long.

Suppressing a smile, she pushed against his shoulders to nudge him back. "Drive," she said quietly, turning away from him in shyness.

Christian, though reluctant, sighed and pulled back, starting the car.

However, instead of driving home, Christian drove the car back into the underground parking lot of the building. Ivy glanced at him in surprise, but he said nothing—his fingers clenched tightly around the steering wheel as he maneuvered through the dimly lit space.

He maneuvered into a secluded corner at the far end, where the shadows swallowed them whole. There were no cameras here. Only darkness and silence. He slid between two larger cars, perfectly hidden.

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she turned to him. “What’s going on?”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. “I can’t drive like this,” he muttered, voice thick with something dark and restless.

Before she could ask what he meant, he unfastened his seatbelt, then reached over, unclipping hers as well. His strong armspulled her effortlessly into his lap, her legs spreading over the passenger seat, her hips settling against his.

"Christian—"

His face dipped into her neck, his lips grazing her skin as his hands roamed over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hand reached over, prying open the dashboard.

“I need you to stay still for a bit,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Chapter 28 Such A Good Wife

Her heart stuttered. “Christian, we’re in the parking lot. What if someone sees us?” she whispered, her voice laced with panic.

He hushed her with a soft kiss against her jaw, his grip tightening around her waist. “No one can see us. Now…” He leaned back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “Take off your panties for me.”

Ivy’s eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she thought he was joking—but the look on his face said otherwise. He was serious. Deadly serious.

Heat surged through her body. Hesitant but unable to disobey, she swallowed hard. Her fingers trembled as she reached down, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. She slid them down her legs and let them drop to the car floor.

Christian's breathing turned ragged. His large hands slid up her smooth thighs, parting them slightly as his fingers slid between them, finding the delicate place that pulsed with heat. A low curse rumbled from his throat as he stroked her, feeling how wet she was for him.

Ivy gasped, her hands gripping his shirt tightly as she buried her face in his chest, trying to contain the tremors running through her.

Then, her eyes flickered downward—and she saw him pull out a small velvet pouch from the dashboard. He loosened the drawstrings, revealing four smooth, steel balls connected by a thin cord.

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