Page 57 of Volatile

“What time is it?” She didn’t know about his schedule, but she had to work that day. No doubt she’d look like something the cat dragged in, but it’d all been worth it.

“Almost six.”

“Oh, then I still have...” Her eyes caught sight of his erection in the morning light, straight and thick. All her blood rushed south, and she felt woozy. “...um, time.”

He’d said no sex, but how could she not want to make him change his mind when he was so drool-worthy?

“Time for what?”

“Just time.”

Her head rested on his chest, and she had a full view of his lower half. The more she took it in, the more she wanted it in. God, he was gorgeous. She squirmed a bit, her thighs rubbing together and causing a spark. The way she throbbed, she had to be soaked.

He brushed his fingers over her back, going up to her neck and traveling back down, stopping right before they reached her ass. Her breath quickened. Her heartbeat filled the room. And she needed nothing more than to have sex with this man. Right here, right now.

Screw it. “We made it through the night,” she said, “and now that it’s morning... does that mean certain rules no longer apply?”

He laughed. “Are you asking me to make love to you, Ivy?”

“Make love? Not fuck?”

In the space of her next breath, she was flat on her back with him on top of her. Not touching but trapping her in a cage made of muscle. She had to remind herself to exhale.

“Time and place, Ivy.”

He stared down at her, and she melted into the mattress. Whatever he planned to do would feel like heaven, that was already a given. She was burning hot and ready to go up in flames. She put her hands on his hips and tried pulling him down to her. He didn’t budge.

“I don’t want you to hide from me. I want you to look me in the eye for as long as I’m loving you. Can you do that?”

She sucked in her bottom lip and nodded. When he placed the t

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