Damn.
He couldn’t let go. He didn’t want to leave her warmth. He kissed her neck, her eyelids, and her lips.
“So more fucking less talking?” Ivy said.
Gabe gathered up her short hair in his hands, kissing her sassy mouth.
“Yes,” he said. He helped her off the table. She walked away from him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
And she didn’t push him away like usual. Instead, she rested her head on her chest.
“Good girl,” he murmured, stroking her back. He lifted sweaty strands off her face, loving how dewy and soft she was right now.
He held her as she let out a shaky breath. She kissed his bottom lips and tapped his arms. “I need to pee.”
He let her go and washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
“Where were you tonight, anyway?”
Her question made him feel heated. Turning, he saw her face open and curious, her arms at her side.
“I stopped by Club Bandit. Logan was working on a new piece of equipment.”
“Oh. I miss that place.” The wistfulness in her tone was so thick.
“I heard you applied for membership.”
“Don’t mention it,” Ivy said. “I guess that part of my life is over.”
“It wouldn’t have to be.” Gabe strode across the room. “Every time I fuck you, my anger seems to drain out.”
Ivy laughed. “So you just want to be play partners or fuck buddies?”
He traced her neck where his collar used to sit. The thought of other people touching her made his skin crawl. He knew it made him a possessive asshole, but no, this was his girl.
“What if I took you to the club and punished you?”
“What if?” Ivy bit her lip.
“Would you agree with that?”
“Why?”
Gabe kissed her forehead. “We would start fresh. It would be a clean start.”
“Gabe, I don’t know. I’m not sorry for making that post.”
He closed his eyes, kissing her lips softly. “I know that other Doms and subs who have punishment as part of their dynamics feel punishment is a way of wiping the slate clean. It’d be punishing you for not listening to me. I asked you to stop posting anything about me on social media.”
Ivy shook her head. “I was desperate, and I feel that post saved your life. And I don’t know if I can trust you wouldn’t be angry with me after the punishment.”
“You can trust the sparks between us. The sex is good still.”
Ivy laughed. “Yes, the sex is good. “
“And this would be you saying sorry.”
Ivy patted his cheek. “Gabe, we’ve been over this. I’m not sorry.”
