I chuckle. “Oh, she’s the headliner, no doubt. I’ll make sure she gets the spotlight she deserves.”
A server stops at our table and refills our water glasses. Ivy grabs hers, taking another long sip with that damn straw. I jerk my attention to Sienna, but my cock is a compass and Ivy is north.
“I’m cutting together something for the Saltwater Saviors channel,” Sienna adds. “Figured viewers might enjoy a peek at the vessel we call home.”
“Really smart,” I say, grinning like hell to distract from the tent my dick is pitching under this napkin. “I can help edit it, too. Clean it up, color, whatever you need.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” Sienna says with a warm smile.
Beside me, Ivy stiffens. A flash of green-eyed jealousy surfaces before she scrubs it behind a professional nod.
Well, well, well. That’s new.
I shift to gloat, but my elbow has other plans, clipping my glass—
And launching it skyward.
SPLASH.
Sienna’s boots take the hit.
“Shit! Sorry!”
I snatch my napkin, lift it, then realize the tactical error of removing my only defense.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I slam it back down like I’m trying to smother a fire, but it’s too late. Ivy’s eyes are already locked on my lap.
They widen.
Then linger.
Then roll so dramatically, I swear I feel the eye strain in my penis.
“Unbelievable,” she mutters and glares. She pivots to Sienna, her expression softening as she offers her napkin. “Here. Use acleanone.”
“No worries.” Dr. Alvarez dabs her boots. “Alrighty, time to talk about safety to a room full of people who’d rather be hooking up.” She heads to the podium.
“Wow. Just… wow.” Ivy lasers into me. “Riveting display of professionalism.”
“I was offering a napkin.”
She peeks at my lap, then back up. “Oh, I think you’re wanting to offer her way more than that.” She crosses her arms, her bottom lip curling into a stubborn pout. My cock throbs.
I am so screwed.
Like, how-am-I-even-functioning-right-now screwed? Because my only thought is putting my hands on Ivy.
Everywhere.Rightthissecond.
But telling her that? That she’s the reason my dick is hard enough to pound nails? Instant asshole move.
Who the fuck cares about Sienna? My body has one setting: Ivy.
Her fuckable lips have rewired my brain.
Her mouth is apparently my obsession now, and that’s a problem—a big, inconvenient, trying-to-poke-out-of-my-jeans problem.
