Page 12 of The Christmas Gift

She looked around the half-empty lot. Work was over so they were bound to be interrupted by employees leaving for the weekend. “I have a rental.”

“We’ll return to get it.”

“Why can’t I follow you?”

Because he could chip ice with his dick. Had been craving her for too long to let her out of his sight. “No point in wasting gas driving around the city, is there?”

Her lips twisted. When she slipped into the car, he knew a logical response was the way to go. A minute later, he was putting the car in drive and hauling ass from the lot. He smiled when she reached into her handbag and retrieved her phone. Whatever argument she was concocting to stay out of his bed, Cor was more than prepared for. He had no intention of giving her time to think, let alone formulate a plan. He looked forward to the challenge of ticking every single one of her boxes.

“When did you leave the city?” He weaved between traffic. “When I woke, you were gone.”

She cleared her throat. “The next day. I had another project.”

His hands tightened around the steering wheel. He was goodbye sex. Did she sleep with someone after that job was done, too? It didn’t matter. But the thought of someone else touching her, making her come, almost made him pull the car over.

“Do you always sneak out after sex?”

“I didn’t sneak.” She squirmed in her seat. “You were worn out. I was letting you rest.”

“You liked tucking me in?”

She flushed.

He pulled into the parking space of his condo building at Fitzpatrick Place and popped his seatbelt. Reaching across the gearstick, he cupped her chin, bringing her face inches from his. “You did tire me out. It was sweet exhaustion.” Cor brushed her mouth with his, then pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. She trembled. “But you knew I planned on having more.”

Her lashes fluttered as he kissed her again. It was smutty and sensual, leaving nothing to the imagination as to what he wanted—what he had planned the moment they were in his place. She melted against him. He didn’t need to be told twice to seize control. Ravish her mouth.

Cor groaned.

He had a two-month dry spell to make up for. There was no way in hell he was quenching his drought in the front seat of a car. He got out, then opened her door. “Are you coming?” he asked when she sat rigid, peering at the building.

“Why are wehere…how did you know…”

Was she stalling? “I live here.” He took her hand, giving it a slight squeeze of reassurance. Maybe coming to his place was too intimate, too soon, given they’d met in a hotel. His first thought had been privacy, having her all to himself. “I promise you’re safe with me, and when we’re donetalking,we’ll get your car.”

She flushed further, but her little squirm said his words weren’t ineffective.

She gave the building another weary glance. “We do need to talk,” she said when he closed the car door.

“I agree.” He gave her another quick kiss. “We need to discuss your day planner and where I fit into it.”

“Hold on just a minute!” She hissed when he flashed his keycard over the keypad at the rear entrance of the building.

He didn’t let go of her hand until they were in the elevator and had pushed the third-floor button. As soon as he did, she took a step away from him, her breathing quickening. But he didn’t give her any time to gather herself. Ivy with a plan was dangerous. The last thing he needed was to be put into one of her boxes of parameters or end up like that chump that didn’t have the balls to show up. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere in the last two months, he’d decided she was who he wanted.

The moment they were in the condo, Cor kicked off his shoes. His dick was so fucking hard there was no way he’d last as long as he needed to savor all of her. To remember the taste of her skin. Was it even possible to get his fill of Ivy? He didn’t think so, not when his appetite for her was a pang of constant hunger.

She dropped her bag into the closest chair and backed up. “Cor…” Her breath trembled.

He tossed his jacket on the floor then pulled his shirt out of his pants as he stalked her across the living room. “Do you have on panties under that dress, Ivy?”

She squeezed her eyes shut when her back struck the wall.

His belt hit the floor and he unbuttoned his pants, too desperate to undress. Bracing the wall, he whispered in her ear. “Do you want my dick?”

She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t answer. The fine beads of sweat peppering her chest permeated the air in a salty-sweet aroma that matched his arousal. She was beautiful in her lust. The scent filled his nostrils, and he ran his nose along the length of her neck so his breath would cool the heated flesh. But, he would not touch her, not until she confessed her deepest need.

“What about my come?”

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