“Do you?” Gabe rubbed the tip of his penis around her entrance, oh so slowly. Ivy gritted her teeth.
“Yes!”
The slowly sexy smile reminded Ivy of a big cat predator, and he sank two fingers into her, and Ivy felt her muscles clamp around them.
“Seems like you’re just a little wet.”
“You know, I can’t hold this position forever. Can you hurry?”
“You’ll hold it.” Gabe smacked her ass, hard and quickly. Ivy yelped, clutching the sheets in her hand and lifting her hips off the bed.
“Yes, Sir.”
God, she had missed this. The play between them, the power struggle, but he always took it back because she always surrendered, no matter how much she protested.
His fingers circled around her labia lips, pulled back her hood, circled around her clit and Ivy bit her lip to endure his almost clinical touches.
“Yep, still wet.”
“Please.”
“I like the sound of that. Please, what?”
“Please fuck me with your hard cock,Sir.”
“You know I thought you would never ask.” He lined up his cock’s head at her entrance and entered her with one long delicious, slow stroke.
“Ah yes!”
Gabe grabbed her legs and drilled into her so fast and so hard that her hips shook the bed. The pleasure mounted from her core and climbed up every muscle of her body. The orgasm exploded through her as she screamed his name, her arms coming away from her legs.
Ivy lolled her head on the pillow and smiled as Gabe slowed above her. As his eyes closed, the sheen of sweat on his tight abs glistened. She loved watching how his orgasm took him, finally making him lose control. He collapsed on top of her, kissing her face, her lips, and his arms around her.
“I love you, Ivy.”
“I love you too.”
Because, for better or worse, it was true: there was no other man but Gabe Arthur for her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE – GABE
Theringinghadhimup on his feet. It took another few seconds to register that it wasn’t his phone, he wasn’t reaching for his go-bag, but it was Ivy’s phone, from somewhere near the door.
The room smelled like sex and sweat. Gabe ran to the door and found Ivy’s phone in her purse. It immediately started ringing again.
“Give it here.” Ivy flipped on the bedside light. Gabe passed her a bottle of water from the table.
“Hello? Don’t worry about it. Tell me what we got.”
As she talked on the phone, Gabe turned the lights on near the round work table in the suite. He brought Ivy’s laptop out of her bag, took it out and set it up, and next to it, he set her iPad, knowing this was a work thing and she liked using both.
“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll call you back. I need to think for a moment, but I have an idea.” Damn, he had missed hearing how cool and in control she was when it came to her work.
In the bathroom, he started the taps for her, running the shower just below scalding hot.
“You’re the best.” Ivy stepped up on her tiptoes, cupped his mouth with her palm and kissed him.
“You got to be quick, and if you keep kissing me like that, you’re not going to make it to whatever crisis it is.”
