Gabe reached into the nightstand drawer and set her favourite vibe against her clit. He turned it on.
“Ahh!” Ivy flung her head back.
He increased the speed. Her eyes closed, her brow furrowed, and she grabbed his hand. “God, it’s so much.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
Gabe kissed her collarbone, nuzzling her ear. “Babylon.”
Her face scrunched up, her eyes closed, and Ivy screamed.
“Good girl,” he said, kissing her nape. He removed the vibe and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
“Don’t touch me now!” Ivy said, batting his hands away.
She hated being touched after a scene or sex, preferring to have space for her to come back down to reality.
He stretched as he got off the bed. Ivy curled on her side, a small smile on her face. He was one lucky bastard to have this woman.
Gabe leaned down, meeting her eyes. “Who do your orgasms belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
“That’s my girl. I’m going to make some lunch.”
He slapped her ass, whistling as he strode into the kitchen, hearing her phone ring as he started pulling out pans.
CHAPTER TWO – IVY
“Noluck?”Ivylookedup from scrolling on her phone as she heard the patio door slide open.
Gabe’s pinched expression and hunched shoulders told her it hadn’t been the answer he wanted. He crossed his arms, his thick biceps rippling, and shrugged.
“No. Xander says work is coming. I feel so restless.”
Gabe hadn’t worked for two weeks, and it was wearing on him. Ivy frowned; she didn’t like seeing Gabe go so hard, but ever since Jordan died, it’s like he needed work as if he could fix what he couldn’t that day in June.
He ran a hand through his auburn hair, sitting next to her. He brought her legs on his lap. “What are you looking at?”
Ivy turned her phone to show Gabe the pictures of her cousin Alice’s baby, then a photo of her mom standing on stage in front of the new set at the community theatre. “Wendy looks happy.”
“Mom is always happy,” Ivy said. A wave of homesickness crashed around her for her parents’ berry farm, forty minutes outside Edmonton.
Reaching for her French-pressed coffee, Ivy sighed.
When she left their berry farm for UBC, she was determined to make a good life here, and she had. As much as she sometimes missed her family, she wouldn’t want to leave here.
“Must be nice to have a mom.”
Ivy rubbed Gabe’s arm, knowing it was hard for him. His mother took off when he was eight, and his brother was ten.
“Kiss me?”
He took her coffee mug, set it down, and leaned down. His brown eyes glowed as his lips met hers. He kissed her slowly, exploring her tongue, tasting her, and she moaned as he bit her lower lip, a promise for later.
Her phone rang beside her, and she broke off the kiss. “Hello?”
