“What’s going on?” Ivy turned on the light.
“You listening to my phone calls?” Gabe demanded.
Fuck. All it took was hearing his brother’s voice to change the mood from sweet and sensual to icy cold again.
“Sorry. I’m going on a job for Reid. You’ll be rid of me for a few days.”
“Gabe, no. You can’t be serious.” She got out of bed and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Princess, you look adorable, all mad like that. Listen to me, Ivy, this is a second chance, okay? I’ve been happy because you’re here. You’re the only thing making me happy right now, but I am better when working. I think we both know that. You didn’t tell me about the job withSpeak Darkly.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think I needed your permission to take a job interview. You’re not even going to talk about this with me?”
“Same thing,” Gabe said. “I know what you are going to say.”
“It’s not the same thing at all. You’re going to make the same mistake.” Her eyes flashed with anger, making them greener. “I want you to be happy for me. You want me to accept that you’re going to do what you’re going to do, despite what I say. And what about your contract with Axis Management? You’re going to leave Bandit Brothers?”
“I’ll always be a Bandit Brother.” Gabe stalked towards her. “But I need to work, Ivy. I’m not the guy to be content to sit around while his significant other brings in the dough.”
“So that’s what this is about? You don’t want me to have a job?” Her eyebrows furrowed.
“You leap to conclusions,” Gabe said.
“And you don’t listen!” Ivy raised her voice, stalking over to him.
“Am I the one who is supposed to listen?” Gabe fisted her hair in his hand. She gasped, her eyes wide, and he pulled. “I thought you liked me being in charge.”
“I do,” Ivy squealed.
That squeal was so damn sweet. He grabbed her mouth, forcing it open. Damn, her taste was exactly what he needed right now.
She pushed him away, tapping his wrist. He let go of her hair.
“In all these months that we’ve been apart, did you ever think that ‘maybe Ivy was right?’ Did you look into Ribbon of Aid’s operation?”
“Didn’t need to. They disappeared shortly after, probably because of your post. Then Vince Winston and Chantal’s dad teamed up to take it from an NGO to a private contractor.”
She laughed, the sound startling him. “You think that little post of mine has that much power?”
“I think, Princess, you want to surrender, but not without a fight.” He grabbed her wrists and pushed her to the wall. He nudged her feet open. With one hand, he yanked down his shorts as he returned her kiss, just as demanding as his.
He lifted her, holding her legs.
“Stop. You can’t hold me.” Ivy pushed against his chest, her nails digging into his biceps.
Oh yes, he could. He glued his lips to hers, the heat rolling off her back to his, making his cock throb. He swallowed all the space between them as he shifted her so she was better lined up with him. He sunk his cock in her cunt, pushing her against the wall.
“Keep those eyes open and look at me.”
“Damn you,” she cried out. She yelped as he rocked deep in her fiery core, an inferno of hot and ready warmth; his spine tingled as he pumped into her.
She leaned forward, biting his shoulder, and he pushed her as hard as he could against the wall, driving into her.
“Hell yeah.” He thrust hard. “And you’re going to stand there and take it.”
She clawed at him, and he didn’t care, thrusting harder. His hands gripped her thighs so damn tight as he angled her to take him even deeper.
Another deep, diving thrust, her tits bouncing, her short raspy breaths making his cock throb.
