“Oh, I’m so happy I’m moving in with you!” she gushed. “We’re going to be just likeGilmore Girls! You have to tell me all about how you snagged a Harrington, and Evan at that! Good for you for going toe to toe with Camilla over him. Thankfully, your mamma’s here to make sure you win him from that entitled little bitch.”
“I’m not in a competition for him,” I sputtered. “It was a mistake, and it’s not happening again.”
“Good,” my mom said, opening her suitcase and starting to unpack. “You have to play hard to get. Don’t be a slut.” She sighed. “You don’t want to be like me. You have to hold out for the right man—a rich man—then trap him with a pregnancy. That was the mistake I made with your father. I thought he had money. But he was only sixteen, so of course him having his own car and job at the Sonic was impressive. But you, Ivy? A billionaire? Well. You’re going to have it made. Then I can come live with you and him. I can be your assistant or your nanny!”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. There was no universe ever in which my mother would watch my hypothetical children.
“Mom, you can’t stay here.”
“Why not? You have room.”
“I literally don’t!” I said, gesturing around.
“Oh, I know. It’s because of Evan,” she said knowingly. “This will be a good thing. Evan can’t keep coming over here like you’re his mistress. You need to go over to his space and stake your claim in his life.”
“I’m not going to be in a relationship with him,” I insisted.
“If I have anything to do with it, you’re going to marry him.”
39
Evan
Ivy was so fucking intoxicating. If her mother hadn’t shown up, I would have spent all night fucking her.
I arrived at the wedding venue early, hoping she would be there. I wasn’t disappointed. Ivy was walking around a side hallway, taking notes, when I found her. I stifled her squawk of surprise with my mouth when I pulled her into a shallow niche, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her.
“I need you,” I whispered hoarsely in her ear.
“You can’t keep coming over to my house anymore,” she whispered.
I ran my hands under her skirt, wanting to feel the slick heat of her pussy. “That’s fine. My penthouse has room anyway,” I told her. “I can fuck you on the couch, in my bed, in the shower, in my office. But first, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“That’s not a good idea.” She squirmed against me, the motion making my cock hard. “Someone might see.”
“It will be quick and dirty,” I promised her, my hand pressing against her wet panties. “Unless you don’t want to?”
Her eyes were glazed with lust.
“Hmm?” I said, kissing her. “We only have a few minutes.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she whispered, nibbling her lip.
I kissed it. “But you want to.”
Her breath was hot against my mouth when she whispered, “Yes.”
That was all the permission I needed. I stroked her hard as I pulled out a condom, ripping the paper with my teeth, and Ivy unzipped my pants, running her hands along my hard cock.
“You want that in you, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear, rolling on the condom.
She moaned, and I pressed kisses to her neck. Then I hiked up her skirt and used two fingers to move her lacy, soaking panties to the side. I kissed her hard, silencing her screams as I thrust into her. There wasn’t time to be slow. We could be caught any minute, and Ivy would be furious.
I thrust into her hard, filling her tight little pussy with my huge cock, ramming into her again and again. Her tits strained against me as I fucked her. I longed to free them to take the hard nipples into my mouth, but I had to make her come. I angled her, my large hands digging into her ass as I fucked her, jackhammering into her, making sure my cock stroked her clit with every thrust. Her legs tightened around me, and I knew she was close.
I covered her mouth with mine as she screamed her pleasure while I pumped my orgasm into her.
“Shit,” Ivy breathed.
