End With A Bang (Slap/Bang Duet #2)

3. Sever’s Girl

CHAPTER THREE

Sever’s Girl

Ivy hesitated at the threshold to Sever’s bedroom.

Was she having second thoughts? He had a moment of doubt, but then she entered—and when he closed the door, she let the Oxford shirt fall to the floor.

He moved in on her, but she had a funny look on her face. “Is… this the same bedroom that…”

“No,” he said quickly. He hadn’t slept in that bedroom since that night. “No memories here, love.”

Satisfied with that, she ventured further into the room.

Eyes on her pretty peach of an ass, he began to take off his briefs, until she said, “I don’t know.” He froze and waited as she sat on his bed, surveying the room. “Gotta say, I’m a little disappointed. No disco balls, no fur blankets,” she gave the bed a test bounce, “not even a heart-shaped waterbed?”

He knew she was being glib to ease her sleepover nerves, but he was feeling oddly vulnerable. Plus, the sight of her jiggling tits continued to have a shut-down effect on his brain. “Do you want a waterbed? I can?—”

“No, Sever,” she said with a kittenish smile. “I want you.”

His heart might have actually fluttered just then… but was this her? Was she Someone Else tonight? He turned his eyes to the floor. “I can’t figure out if you’re?—”

A strange, tinny noise interrupted him, and Ivy whispered, “Shit.” It was coming from the vicinity of her bag, which Vikram had left on the bedside table at his request. Sever hadn’t considered that her phone might ring and ruin the moment. She hurried to reach it, checked her phone, and shut it off.

Sever didn’t have to ask who it was.

Perched bedside in profile, she looked down and said, “I sent him a text. I um, I told him a friend needed me and I might be out late.”

Quietly, he came to her, sat beside her and combed his fingers through her hair. She took his face in her hands, kissed his cheek, then his lips, let out a soft mewl, and he was perfectly all right with being her diversion.

The next morning felt like a dream.

Ivy undulated on top of him, a soft-focus vision in the first light of day; raw and tousled, like a secret whispered only to him. If he could see and hear and feel this every morning... “Yeah, Sever...”

He reached up to twirl her hair loosely around his finger. “You like saying my name, don’t you?”

She cracked a coy smile, then said, “Sever, Sever, Sever...”

He echoed that with, “Ivy, Ivy, Ivy...” and she bore down, pressing on his chest.

“I have to go,” she said, moving faster.

“Me too. Can’t help that I got so much stamina.”

A gust of laughter broke through her panting. “Shut up and lemme concentrate.”

Not yet. “Tell me you like me.”

She sputtered shyly, and her cheeks blushed a deeper pink.

He touched her face. “Look at me and tell the truth.”

Gazing down at him, she said, soft and sweet, “I like you.”

He smiled and teased her, “I knew it.”

“Shush,” she said with a grin, cupping his mouth and riding him faster until her grin faded. “Spot, harder.”

He applied more pressure, and she arched and opened her mouth wide until the broken end of a wail sounded.

After she stopped spasming in aftershock, she stopped moving. He tried to start her up again. She ran a finger down his lips and as he bit it, she said breathily, “Can we multitask?”

What was she saying?

“Shower,” she said. “Me. You. Your neverending hard-on.”

“Did you just make multitasking sexy?”

She gave him a flirty shrug. “We both have to get ready for work. Might as well make it fun.”

He couldn’t argue that. His cock still erect and sheened with her juices, he raced her to the master bath.

He turned on the water, and as it rained down from both shower heads and misted from the side spigots, she said, “Of all the things you have, this is the only thing I’m jealous of.”

“Not the Paris flat?” He stepped in after her.

“Okay, well. Two things. But all the mist from every direction? Oh my god.” She got under the stream, rubbing her face as her hair got wet. “I’ve never been a fan of shower sex, but this could change everything.”

“I want to fuck you under a waterfall,” he said, cornering her with both hands on the tile.

“You’ve got a waterfall, too?”

“Several,” he said, focusing on her wet lips. “On my island.”

“People shouldn’t own islands. It’s obscene.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve mentioned: I don’t care.”

“Yeah.” She smirked at him and swiped his body wash from the recessed shelf. “You’ve mentioned.”

“Have I also mentioned that I’m powerful and extremely good-looking—” Suddenly he had nothing more to say, because she’d begun to lather up his erection with long, steady strokes. He inhaled sharply.

Ivy rinsed him off and pushed him against the glass door. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, she was on her knees.

Gazing up at him, she tongued his scrotum.

“Ohhh...” Marry me.

With a vibrating moan, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, then the other, then licked a line up his dick to the tip and swirled her tongue around it.

It didn’t matter who had done this before. With her, it felt brand new.

Steam filled the shower, the mist kept them warm, and she gave him her full attention. Yes, they were in a hurry but he needed to experience this completely, and Ivy, sweet, wonderful Ivy knew this and wasn’t afraid to take her time.

Enthralling him with minxish glances, she pleasured him with the hot, soft insides of her mouth, and again, he dropped his guard and traded power for sheer joy.

Not to mention, as he erupted, she jacked him off on her tongue.

“Oh! God!” He spurted into her open mouth in ecstatic, uncontrollable bursts, and when he was spent, she swallowed it all, one saucy corner of her mouth upturned.

“Christ, Ivy,” he said, and dropped to his knees to cradle her face. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”

She paused, then emitted a good-natured scoff.

Right. He shut his eyes. “Don’t— Yeah. I know.”

“Rhetorical question.” She shrugged it off. “I get it.”

He squinted at her. “Does it feel like I’m that much older than you?”

With a look of absolute honesty, of what he swore was even more than that, she shook her head. “No.”

“You’re so...” He touched her wet cheek. Don’t go to work. Don’t go back to him. Live with me. Marry me. Be with me. He took a sobering breath. “Doesn’t feel that way to me either.”

Morning sun all bright and sensible and happy to announce that their time was over, they stood face to face in the circular driveway, not entirely ready to say goodbye.

Rubbing the insides of his jacket pockets, Sever fixated on the ground like he’d just had his first-ever date. “When can I see you again?”

Biting her lower lip, she outlined an edge of her car window. “When do you want to see me again?”

“Now,” he admitted. “Is now all right?”

And there was that affectionate, shy little smile that he couldn’t get enough of.

He took her wrist, and lightly thumbed the back of her hand. She really did wear Cartier well. No doubt she’d take it off before she got home, but it was the thought... “Whenever I can.”

“It might be tough,” she said. “To get away? He probably already suspects...” She trailed off.

“I’ll do whatever it takes.” He ducked his head to encourage eye contact, “Do you want to see me again?”

She whispered so quietly he had to read her lips, “A lot.”

He raised her chin and said, “I’ll come running, love. You know I will.”