Page 10 of Mischievous Lies

“I could say the same for you,” Braxton retorts. I feel my left eye twitch. I want to kill this fucker.

“Stop. Both of you,” Hope says, exasperated. “Braxton, let’s go get a drink.” She stands up, pulling him with her. We all look at the numerous bottles in front of us, and I smile because it’s obvious she’s making him leave on my account.

That’s when I notice Eli coming up the stairs. He’s staring at Braxton the same way I am. Though he might be a dirty cop, it’ll take me a lifetime to trust him, even if my cousin loves him.

“He’s a smartass,” I tell Eli as he taps me on the shoulder.

“Probably why you two get along,” he replies. “My wife has decided she wants to make a mess of my back, and because I don’t want to bleed all over my office, we’re going home.”

“Too much information,” I say quickly. My boss and his wife have some blood kink. I ain’t judging, but I’m not saying I want to walk in on it either.

I nod, and his gaze bounces from Ivy and then back to me before he says, “Play nice.” I smirk as I turn to her. She’s looking away, trying to ignore me as she takes a sip of her drink. When Eli’s gone, the silence and tension between us build. I don’t like silence. I also don’t like being alone.

“Lover.” Her gaze slides back my way, and I know she wants to say something, wants to let something slip from those beautiful lips, but she keeps them locked tight. She does this punishing game sometimes, and I love falling into her trap, every time coaxing her frustration out of her.

Moving to the seat next to her, I reach for her, and she comes willingly, sitting right on my lap.

“Going to blame this on the alcohol?” I ask with a smug expression. I’ve seen Ivy drunk plenty of times, and let’s just say our bodies are a little more honest with one another once the alcohol hits. My favorite part is when our clothes come off, not that she’s let me take her again. But that one time was enough to destroy me.

“Do you think you can just touch me whenever you want?” she asks in a seductive voice. Ivy knows too well what she does to me.

“Yes,” I smirk and lean in. “Because you like it.”

She doesn’t deny it but simplyhmphsat me as she slides her hand over her short blonde hair, making sure it’s still slicked back. I love the way her hair is styled, how she looks, how shesmells.My nostrils flare as I take her in, and I can tell she’s trying not to smile.

“You think you’re so irresistible to women, don’t you?” I arch an eyebrow and look her up and down, making a point that she’s exactly where I want her.

She smiles in that wicked way of hers, and it’s like watching a switch being flipped. One moment, it’s mean Ivy. The next it’s seductive Ivy, and the latter is the most dangerous version of her because I know she’ll lead me into something before dropping me short of letting me have what I really want.Her.

She grabs my hands and pulls them around her waist as she sizes me up as if she’s about to kiss me. I’m staring at her, almost begging that she does. She starts rocking her ass against my cock, and her smile grows wider.

She knows I would never push her away or turn her down. I’m just a man, after all, and she’s a woman, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Having her on my lap feels right. Sexually, we’re the perfect fit.

Ivy spots my “date” first, and her hips start moving faster. The woman’s eyes go wide. Threesomes aren’t for everyone, but by reputation alone, women know not to get territorial over me. I’m here for a good time, not a long time. And what fascinates me is everyone’s sexual curiosity.

“Come, Hawke wants to tell you something,” Ivy says to her, grinding her hips against my cock, which is standing at attention for her. Fuck, the weight of her feels good, my mind quickly thinking about her sweet pussy. I welcome my date with a smile as she steps closer, somewhat unsure of herself. I encourage Ivy’s hips to move faster. Jesus Christ, the woman knows precisely how to unravel me.

Ivy beckons her to dip closer, and when she does, Ivy whispers into her ear, “He likes it when you flick your tongue on the tip.” I groan. Not because of her words, but because of whather ass is doing to my fucking cock. “But don’t expect him to last long,” she bites out with a grin. I don’t bother to reply, and she’s quick to reach down and grab my cock. Hard. I groan again, losing any smart-ass comeback.

That’s when Ivy finally looks at me and chirps, “Have fun with your date,” as she stands.

I immediately grab her wrist. I don’t know what it is about Ivy that drives me out of my mind. But it was her laughter that brought me out of the memories and thoughts I was trying to drown out moments ago. And I suddenly don’t want to lose that.

“Stay,” I command.

Her blue eyes narrow, and she almost seems disappointed. “No comment about not lasting long?”

“You know that’s not true,” I growl, more worried about my hardening cock that’s no longer getting any attention.

“That’s a no. Goodnight,” she says with a smirk. She pulls out of my grip, her hips swaying as she walks away.

And I know that was payback for interrupting her date the other night.

Damn, that woman is amazing.

CHAPTER 7

Ivy

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