Page 11 of The Christmas Gift

That wasn’t all you gave me.“Next time, have better rules. Don’t guys have some kind of code?”

He arched a brow. “I’m glad there’ll be a next time.”

Of course, he would seize on that slip.Her lips pursed. She couldn’t deny the electric bolt that ran from her pussy to her toes then up again. “There’ll be no next time. Wheelcaster was one and done.”

“I don’t think so, Miss straight-laced.” He stepped closer. “That was the best night of my life. We are not done.”

If her breath hadn’t caught in her throat or her body didn’t respond to his words, Ivy would have laughed. When he found out she was pregnant, he would absolutely be done. Everything about him said a baby would rip the seams of his playboy billionaire lifestyle. She should tell him now just to watch him faint into a puddle at her feet. “I’m glad you had a good time.” She tried to slide from between him and the desk at her rear, but he placed his palms on either side of her hips, caging her.

“Are you saying you weren’t satisfied?”

Ivy licked her lower lip. “I was satisfied.”

“Good.”

“But that doesn’t mean we’ll be doing that–”

“What mightthatbe?”

She flushed.

“Fucking?”

She glanced towards the door to be sure it was still shut. “Yes, that!” She hissed.

“Oh, we’ll be fucking again.”

“Will you stop saying that word?” Every muscle in her body was taut.Oh, he was impossible.She couldn’t even think straight with him so close. His tantalizing promise and seductive words made her skin tingle. After two months of restless sleep, Ivy wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, sink her fingers into his hair until the silky strands massaged her hand with the same urgency her core promised to clench his dick. From the lust burning bright in the dark pools of his eyes, Cor wasn’t beyond lifting her onto the desk and hiking up her dress.

“Why?” He closed the gap between them and she narrowly avoided spreading her legs to make room for him. “Because I’m not on your agenda?”

He smelled delicious. It had to be her hormones.

His eyes narrowed. “Are you seeing someone? Getting married?” he fired off one question after the next, not giving her time to collect her thoughts.

She could lie. Any one of those reasons would work, but they’d be a lie.

“Decided that dicks aren’t for you?”

“No!” She closed her eyes. He was throwing her off balance. “I’m—”

“You’re what?”

He was too close not to hear the frantic pounding in her chest. “We need to talk.” Her lashes lifted to catch his eyes. She’d almost blurted he was going to be a father in the middle of the boardroom. “But not here. Someplace private.”

Hopefully, she would have enough time to gather her thoughts because whatever this was about to become needed rules.

Chapter Three

Cor

Cor linked their fingers, leading Ivy from the boardroom. He knew exactly where they were going to get privacy, and he wasn’t taking any chances, in case she had it in her mind to flee.

It was the end of a long fucking day. Ivy was his reward for sitting through the meeting as if he hadn’t wanted to jump across the table and throw her over his shoulders like a caveman. And now she wanted to talk. Cor grunted. The items on the list she’d recited months ago came rushing to his mind. He gave her a sidelong glance when they reached the underground parking. Her list had said intellectual conversation, but that night she had wanted dirty talk. Which did she want now? So far, they’d done their best talking between the sheets.

“Where are we going?” she asked when he opened the car door.

“I’m fixin’ to take us someplace private. Unless the parking lot is private enough.”

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