As I was collecting my bag, Evan grabbed my hips, and a noticeable bulge dug against my ass. He growled in my ear, “You will be mine. Completely. And that’ll happen sooner than you think, Ivy. I’ll have you on your hands and knees, begging for my cock to fill you.”
I turned to him, mad that he had my heart racing again. “I mean it, Evan. This is not happening again.”
31
Evan
Ihad no intention of keeping it professional with Ivy, and I needed to find a way to convince her that a no-strings-attached hookup situation would benefit both of us.
“Did you look at the info for the retreat I sent you?” Sebastian asked me when he slid onto the barstool next to me.
“I’m not going to a monastery in Wyoming to wander around in isolation and not talk to people,” I scoffed.
“You need to redefine yourself,” Sebastian insisted. “You’ve had a shock. I’m afraid you’re going to be seduced by a sociopathic woman who smells blood on you. You’re lonely, hurt, and she’s going to come in and tell you none of it is your fault, that you’re perfect, and soothe your ruffled feathers then soothe something else.”
“Or tell you you’re an idiot, that you need to grow up, and that she doesn’t even like you but she still does a little bit.”
Sebastian blinked at me.
“So I’m talking about hypotheticals, and you’re talking about…”
“Ivy.”
“The wedding planner?” Sebastian asked. “You’re dating her?”
“It’s not dating. I’m not stupid, and she’s not either. We’re comrades in arms in the fight against Imogen’s wedding. We’re also only half sleeping together,” I admitted.
“Don’t lose yourself to her,” Sebastian warned me. “You’re not in a good place. You’re quick to anger, and you’re still hurt. You need to take some time to decompress and refocus.”
“This is me decompressing,” I said, tossing back my drink.
“Just don’t hurt her or yourself,” Sebastian told me seriously.
* * *
But how couldIvy be harmful? I felt the best when I was with her. Even if I had to suffer through wedding planning.
Evan:Want to grab a drink?
Ivy:I said professionalism.
Evan:Ok fine, want to grab a professional drink and discuss professional business about the corgi issue?
Ivy:Why can’t you just put your foot down and kill it?
Evan:Because Imogen has been reserving corgi litters already. The pandemic has started. We need all hands on deck, Ivy!
Ivy:I’m only meeting with you because this cannot get out of control. Drunk wedding guests with bumbling puppies? It would be a disaster.
Ivy:We will only be discussing business not… the other stuff.
Evan:Oh you mean how my mouth was on your clit and I gave you the best orgasm in your life?
Ivy:Don’t kid yourself.
* * *
Ivy was waitingin the bar when I arrived. Her curvy figure was perched on the stool, and all I wanted to do was run my hands down her and push my cock into her. Eating her out, listening to her come—it was all I could think about. At night, instead of stewing over how Camilla had betrayed me, I now obsessed about Ivy and the different ways I wanted to fuck her.
