As soon as Lukas saw Ivy, his energy shot straight up as he bounced over to greet her. “Good morning, Ivy!”
“Hello, lovely,” Isaac followed behind, kissing the other cheek in between two yawns. “It took all my willpower last night not to snuggle up to you in bed.”
Both Lukas and I laughed in agreement as Ivy blushed deeply. Her skin burst with her sweet scent, and just like that, any control I had snapped like an overused stretch band.
I pressed my nose against her neck and inhaled deeply. I wanted to indulge in this scent forever, bury myself inside her, and claim her as my own. Her scent was so intoxicating…it fogged my brain and left nothing but desire for her.
But even then, it wasn’t just her scent—I was starting to really like her. She made me laugh, she listened to me, and the more she talked with me (when she could), the more I wanted to share with her. My tongue moved on its own, tracing the curve of her neck.
Lukas looked at her with hunger in his eyes from across the table. On the other side of her, Isaac was trying to kiss her neck as his hands wrapped around her head. A soft little moan escaped from Ivy’s lips, making me hard as a rock.
“What’s going on here?” Dem's voice loudly radiated throughout the room. He was standing over us, his arms crossed with a combined look of shock and amusement. Apparently, he entered the room at some point.
His tone snapped me right out of my fog, though I was still rock hard. Ivy’s hand shot up to her face as her whole body turned beet red. I should have felt embarrassed, but all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and carry her upstairs.
“I see we’re starting dessert a little early today. Did we all sleep well?”
Ivy regained her composure and gestured yes while the three of us shook our heads no.
Dem eyed us in understanding as he joined the table. I could see him taking in her scent, yet he didn’t even blink. God, he had immense willpower.
“Ivy, do you still want to join Preston for his morning ballet class today?”
“Yes, although I don’t have anything to wear,” she replied, gesturing to her outfit from yesterday.
Of course, my mind immediately drifted to her dancing naked in front of me.
“I believe we have a box of leotards in the garage from last year. We toured with this contemporary piece and haven’t brought the leotards back to the studio yet. Everything’s clean,” Demetrius said.
“You can borrow some sweatpants and socks from me,” Lukas added. “They might be a little big, but probably fine for today.”
“Sounds great,” Ivy smiled. “It’ll be nice to move a bit after gaming all night…of which I dominated.” She pointed to Lukas and me with a wickedly cute smile on her face. Her playfulness continued to catch me off guard.
“There’s no way you won,” Lukas playfully gasped, pointing a piece of bacon back at her. “I whomped you every round!”
“Whatever…” Ivy rolled her eyes, her smile still teasing us. “Everyone has their version of reality, I guess.”
She looked over to me with a wink, which took my breath away. She was growing more and more comfortable teasing back at us, and every look she gave me stirred something up inside me—not just lust, but something dangerously close to love.
Lukas grinned wickedly at Ivy. “Careful, little liar—if I catch you, I might just have to spank the truth out of you.”
Another burst of perfume erupted from Ivy. I shot out of my chair, followed by Lukas, Isaac, and Ivy. Dem chuckled at the four of us, shaking his head in amusement.
“I’m going to warm up the ballet studio.” I pointed down the hall.
“Yeah, I’ll get those sweats I was talking about.” Lukas stood and quickly bolted out of the room.
“Yep, bathroom for me, I’ll be back down in a minute.” Ivy took off upstairs.
“I guess I’ll get the leotards. Can we just start fucking yet?” Isaac mumbled under his breath as he walked away.
***
I sat inside the ballet studio, stretching my legs, when Ivy walked in wearing a black leotard along with a pair of Lukas’s sweatpants all synched up. On her feet were a pair of socks a little too big for her. Even with the oversized clothing, my interest was immediately peeked—I could imagine her wearing my shirt after a fun session in my bed.
“I can’t do center, just barre and maybe some jumps,” she said, pointing to her feet.
Working to stay focused, I replied, “That’s fine. I usually just like to keep my body moving on Sunday. We can do a cooldown stretch afterwards.” I stood and moved to the barre, beckoning her over to join me. “I was joking yesterday, you can stand wherever you want at the barre.”
