Page 123 of An Investigator For Ivy

“Hey, sexy,” she said again. “Guess what I’m doing?”

“What?” he asked. He noticed she had it on speakerphone.

“Getting naked. What do you think of that?”

He could see it in his mind. Her pulling the red shirt over her head that she’d been wearing. He wondered what color her bra was.

“Do you have a thong on?” he asked.

“I bet you’d like to see that,” she said.

“I would. It’s hard when you’re on the phone.”

“You know what else I’d like to be hard?” she asked.

Another little laugh and all the blood rushed to his cock. Okay, guess this was going to be easier than he thought.

“You’ve got that wish,” he said.

“Already?” she asked. “I love that about you.”

She loved that about him, but she didn’t say she loved him.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear it.

No, that was wrong. There was part of him that wouldn’t mind hearing it, but the other part of him wasn’t sure he wanted the responsibility of it when he’d probably fuck it up somehow.

“What else do you love about me?” he asked.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted to know that from a woman before and wondered why he was so insecure about Ivy when he just wanted to protect her more than anything.

“Your body,” she said. “My jeans just dropped down. Have you removed anything yet?”

“No,” he said. “You didn’t say I had to.”

“I shouldn’t be the only one getting off,” she said.

“Nope,” he said.

He put his phone on speaker too and pulled his shirt off, then undid his pants.

“Guess the color of my thong,” she said. “You know I had to put one on because it’s one of those things you love so much. Now you get to think of it and get even harder. I can see your dick in my mind. Your big hand on it, stroking. Are you doing that?”

He gulped. She was good at this.

“Not yet,” he said. “Haven’t undressed all the way. Black,” he said.

“What?”

“You told me to guess the color of the thong.”

“It is black,” she said. “Silky too. Not lace. My bra matches it.”

“The set I bought you?” he asked.

He wasn’t sure what possessed him to do that, but a week ago he’d been online looking when he thought of her. He ordered it and gave it to her as a surprise on Sunday. It’d been in his car and when he was leaving Wesley and Jasmine’s he’d handed her the bag. They hadn’t seen each other since.

She’d been stunned. She kissed him and said no one had ever given her a gift without there being a reason. He wasn’t sure why there had to be a reason.

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