I hear none of it.
She takes another sip, and my eyes are hypnotized as her cheeks hollow, her throat working in a tight, rhythmic swallow.
Fuck.I’m this close to starting an argument just to feel her mouth on mine again.
Ivy pulls away, a tiny glistening drop of water clinging to her soft lower lip.
And then, she does the unthinkable.
She licks it off.
Her tongue—the same one currently filed under “Incinerated Memories”—flicks out and swipes at the drop.
WHOOSH.
Every drop of blood in my body abandons its post and makes a high-speed evacuation south. My zipper strains.
Stand down, you one-eyed moron!We are professionals! We are working for a promotion!
Does he listen? No. My pulse is pounding so hard in my dick I’m shocked Ivy doesn’t ask if there’s a jackhammer under the table.
I grab my napkin and drape it across my lap as if I’m settling in for a polite lunch and not barricading a hostile takeover.
“Are you okay?” Ivy tilts her head. “You’re redder than a stop sign.”
“Water!” I bark, grabbing the glass and knocking it back in one go. The cold burns all the way down.
“Wow,” she murmurs, one brow arching. “Should I be concerned, or just stand back and enjoy the show?”
My cup lands with a clunk.
“Relax. I can handle myself. You’re the one taking notes.”
She doesn’t break eye contact, her posture shifting forward. “Oh, please, I’m making sure you don’tchokeon your own arrogance.”
Damn it.She had to go and saychoke.
Now I’m imagining her kneeling right here, those plump lips wrapped around my cock, taking every thrust like she craves it—harder, deeper—until she gags and moans, burying me in the back of her throat.
“Ahem.”
I jolt as though I’ve been caught red-handed, realizing Ivy and I are locked in some kind of stare-down, our faces so close I’m counting her freaking eyelashes.
When did that happen?
Sienna stands by our table, her lips curved in a smirk that spells outbusted.
“Hey guys. Should I do the safety briefing now, or wait until after your fireworks presentation?”
Ivy’s spine goes military-straight. “Dr. Alvarez! Hi! We were just…” Her gaze darts to me, then away. “Reviewing logistics. Everything’s all set whenever you want to start.”
Sienna nods. “Copy that. I’ll get things moving in a minute.”
She turns to me.“I watched the extra footage you shot this morning.”
I perk up. “Yeah?”
“It’s solid. Would you mind grabbing some more? The boat, especially. The Salty Old Sea Hag isn’t just scenery. She’s the star.”
