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Max

Ian and Lizzy had appeared, breaking the spell between us. They greeted everyone through a microphone and asked everyone to take their seats. As we waited at our table for the other guests to sit down, all I could think about was how Ivy would taste and feel beneath me. While she casually joked with Deborah, Mona, and another couple who were, of course, seated right next to us, the hardness of my erection was unbearable. I could barely sit, let alone endure her proximity without soon losing my self-control. I had clenched my hands into fists on my thighs and tried to focus on a distant point rather than the irresistible scent that emanated from Ivy every time she moved. The sound of her laughter made me sigh under my breath. In the past, I had never been so crazy about a woman, and the fact that I couldn’t have her only made it all the more unbearable.

»Looks like this is my seat.« Christian pulled out the chair next to Ivy, and I was on the verge of getting up and dragging him away from our table. Fuck. When had I become so uncontrolled? Normally, no one could read my intentions, but that was also about business. The thing with Ivy was different. Something I had never anticipated when I asked her for this deal. Above all, my usual control was slipping away more and more.

She threw me a brief glance, but I was far too preoccupied with maintaining my composure to return it. Christian leaned forward a bit. »I’m sorry about earlier. I have no idea what came over me,« he said quietly to us. I looked at him but remained expressionless. I knew exactly what game he was playing. He meant every word, but if he played the great benefactor here, he thought he had better chances with Ivy because he wanted her. I could see it in the glances he cast her way, which I didn’t like at all. Christian was a sore loser and not the perfect son-in-law he pretended to be for everyone. I recognized the darkness in him because I knew it from myself. But he was playing with the wrong person, for my darkness was far deeper than his.

»Of course, I can understand if another man becomes interested in Ivy. She is a fascinating woman.« I looked at her, and she breathed more shallowly as my hand found her thigh. I lightly stroked the chiffon of her dress. »And that’s why I’m lucky to have her by my side.« Deborah and Mona sighed, but the suppressed message in my charmingly whispered words was clear to Christian. Ivy was my girl. And not just since a vagrant with a seductive smile had appeared and wanted to dispute her with me. I knew it from the beginning.

»Of course. Perhaps Ivy will grant me just one dance?« I secretly gathered the fabric of her dress beneath the tablecloth. When my skin touched hers, and I gently stroked her thigh with my fingertips, I felt her tense up. I could no longer hold back; I had to feel her. Just a tiny bit of her, as far as it was possible in this situation. Well, I had to admit, I wanted to brand her as mine to some extent, but above all, I simply couldn’t resist her.

»Of course, I’m sure Max wouldn’t mind a dance,« she said with feigned nonchalance, but I heard the suppressed trembling as my hand stroked her more insistently. It was futile to fight against it, and she made no attempt to push me away. On the contrary. As my palm slid to her inner thigh and I felt the silky skin there, she parted her legs slightly more. Fuck, I was about to lose it. Why was I putting myself through this torment? The conversation at the table resumed, but this time Ivy stayed out of it, smiling composedly at everyone. I saw her chest rise faster with her deep breaths as the tip of my index finger touched the silk of her panties. The panties I had paid for. I had been wondering all along what underwear she was wearing. I leaned in and brought my lips to her ear while gently stroking the silk. Her swollen clit pressed through the fabric, and I traced it delicately.

»Good choice,« I whispered in her ear, and she shuddered. »Should I continue?« I just had to know. She nodded slowly, and a smile spread across my face. The line was crossed anyway; there was no turning back. The point of no return had been reached. I felt for the top of her panties and slipped my fingers under them. Soft skin and hot, incredible wetness greeted me. I pressed my lips together. No one at the table suspected what I was doing, and I could tell from her body’s reaction that Ivy found the situation incredibly arousing. I only regretted not being able to hear her moan as I stroked her labia and sank the tip of my middle finger into her. She was perfect, soft, wet, and ready just for me. My heart pounded harder as I pushed my finger deeper into her, and she dug her fingers into the chair. I leaned back a bit, as if the conversation bored me, but in this position, I could touch Ivy even better.

»And what do you think, Ivy?« Deborah asked, and everyone looked at her attentively. I suppressed a smirk, pulled my finger out of her, and circled her clit with lazy movements.

»I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. What was the question?«

I almost shot Christian a triumphant glance, but that wasn’t the point right now. It was all about driving Ivy out of her mind, and I was close to having succeeded.

As she answered how she found the wedding and the overnight stay in the tents, I suddenly felt her hand on my crotch. Oh no. She pressed the bulge and stroked it with her palm. Over and over again. Up and down. Up. And. Down. Damn, she couldn’t do this to me. Suddenly, I had no idea whose sanity was at stake. I leaned forward and grabbed her hand with my free one to stop her. At the same time, I slowly pulled my fingers from her panties and gave her a warning look. She turned to me with a grin.

»Is everything okay?« she breathed, and I narrowed my eyes.

»Of course. What about you? Your cheeks are so flushed,« I whispered softly, and she bit her lower lip.

At that moment, the appetizer arrived, and with a deep breath, I leaned back, counting the time until I could finally disappear with Ivy.

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After dinner, the dance floor opened, but even if Christian asked for another dance, I wouldn’t let him take the first one from me. Ivy lay in my arms, and I skillfully led her across the parquet. I hadn’t always been able to dance, but in my job, one had to attend certain social events, and it didn’t hurt to have a few moves. What I had always considered a tiresome duty suddenly felt completely different.

I pulled Ivy closer to me, wrapping one hand around her waist and sliding it down to the curve of her lovely behind. The other hand held her fingers, keeping her close to me. With a gentle smile, she rested her head on my chest and sighed softly as if this moment was the best in her life.

I was sure she heard my rapid heartbeat. »How do you like it so far?« I asked casually, feeling her beautiful body in my arms. With my hand on her lower back, I pressed her even closer to me. The time for distance was over, and we both knew it.

»To be honest, unexpectedly good.« She looked at me again and a smile appeared on her lips before she glanced at Ian and Lizzy, who were dancing a short distance away. I followed her gaze, and Ian nodded at me. He looked happy, and seeing that expression alone made the trip worthwhile.

»Perhaps my opinion of Lizzy wasn’t one hundred percent correct,« I admitted, and Ivy’s attention returned to me.

»Excuse me? Did I just mishear, or did the great Max actually admit that he was wrong?«

I had to grin. »Even if you can’t imagine it, I can admit mistakes when I make them.« I suddenly pushed her away and spun her in a circle before pulling her back into my arms. Her giggle was music to my ears. »But usually, I don’t make any.«

»Of course not.« Her gaze flew to my lips, and I could hardly bear the tension any longer.

»You know I won’t let Christian dance with you.« It was a statement, not a question.

»Do you think he could be a threat to you?« she replied challengingly, and my hand slid down a bit to her behind, but not so far that we would be thrown out for indecent behavior. She gasped for air.

»As long as I can elicit this reaction from you with a single touch, no, he’s not competition.«

»I almost forgot how arrogant you are,« she said amused.

»It’s not arrogance, it’s realism.« She laughed briefly, as if she had heard a joke that I had missed.

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