Page 18 of The Christmas Gift

“Oliver,” was his only explanation.

“Blair is going to make him pay for spilling the beans.”

He offered a lopsided grin. “He might look forward to that.”

This man was sexy, plain, and simple. Ivy rolled her eyes at his words to distract herself from his penetrating gaze. Her fingers twitched to grab his collar and pull him close for a proper good morning kiss. The taste of him was still on her tongue. She craved more than a taste though, she wanted to milk him like she’d done that first night.

As if sensing the path of her traitorous thoughts, he crossed the narrow corridor, closing the distance between them. She started to back away but there was nowhere to retreat to. His presence was intoxicating, gloving her entire body as if by design.

“Here.” He handed her the cup.

She eyed the beverage. “I can’t have coffee.” Or alcohol, or Coke—which made her dizzy. Drinking a few sips of Coke and becoming light-headed was how she’d found out she was pregnant. The first wave of dizziness she’d chalked up to the heat, but when it happened again the next day, Ivy knew something was wrong. Because her parents were vocal about her size, often commenting about her sweet tooth, she thought one of their many comments about developing health issues was coming to pass. But it hadn’t been the diabetic medical scare she’d thought after visiting a clinic, she was pregnant.

“It’s not caffeinated. It’s one of the café’s Thanksgiving concoctions.”

“Bribery.” She licked her lips, almost tasting the warm cinnamon on her tongue.

“Absolutely.” His cheek brushed hers and she shivered from the small contact. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to feast on that delectable pussy again.”

Her core clenched at the picture his words painted. For a lost moment, Ivy imagined him between her thighs, parting her folds for his pleasure. Her pleasure.

“You’re impossible.” She managed in a shaky breath, before giving his shoulders a little shove.

“Only when I’m determined.” He offered the drink again. “But if you don’t want it.”

She took the warm cup.

“You’re welcome.” He chuckled triumphantly.

He tilted her chin, slanting his mouth over hers. The kiss was as warm as the fingers stroking her chin and her eyes closed of their own accord.

Drat! The kiss was sensual and thorough like she knew it would be. Cor didn’t seem to half-ass anything. He was going to make leaving Bourbon impossible, but as she leaned into his touch, Ivy didn’t regret the kiss-manipulation.

She moaned as a current rippled across her stomach. He nibbled her lower lip in unhurried little bits as if he had all the time in the world. Ivy savored his greeting after a weekend of uninterrupted thoughts of him. A small gasp escaped when his tongue swept into her mouth like a hot brand to mark her as his. How was she supposed to work with Cor when every touch, every glance in his direction set her body ablaze?

“I’ve been waiting for Monday all weekend.”

Ivy swallowed.

“Did you have breakfast?” He nuzzled her ear.

If he didn’t stop, she’d have to change her panties before going to the office. “I’m not hungry.”

“We’ll have an early lunch.”

“Cor—”

“There is one stop we need to make before heading to the office.” He guided them towards the elevator.

Why did the idea of them going to work together sound enticing?It was more than enticing. Cor’s words were a direct hit to her heart. Her breath hitched when she realized his destination. If she stepped onto the elevator, into his apartment, she couldn’t guarantee they would resurface. Boss’s son or not, that would make a horrible first impression.

“This isn’t a good idea,” she said as the elevator started its ascent.

“We have unfinished business.”

“Cor, wait!”

“You’ve run out on me twice. I don’t plan on giving you a third chance.”

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