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For all the time we spent pressed up against each other last night, I never got a chance to really enjoy Ivy in her full, naked glory. She’s?—
Perfect. Gorgeous tits, narrow waist, full hips, an adorable honey-blond tuft of pubic hair.
I step into the shower and crowd her against the wall.
“You’re blocking the view,” she grouses, giving me a little shove back and ogling me in return.
Then she does something that pretty much kills me. She drops to her knees, the water pouring over her hair, and wraps her hand around my cock. She doesn’t put her mouth to it right away, though. She admires it.
Which—okay, I’m not one of those guys who needs constant ego stroking, but there’s really nothing quite as hot as Ivy looking at my cock like she wants to swallow it whole. I groan my approval and wrap my hand in her hair. “This okay?” I ask her.
She moans her yes.
“Oh, right? How could I forget—you like that. You’re so fucking hot, Ivy, and what the fuck are you doing with that tongue, do that again, please?—”
Pretty sure I say a lot more things, too, my voice getting rougher and lower and tighter, until I pull her to her feet and take her mouth, my fingers slipping between her legs and finding her clit, stroking her until she shatters and sags in my arms, while I rub against her hip and come all over both of us with a harsh, broken groan.
I have to lean against the shower wall for a while to get my bearings. Ivy cheerfully soaps herself and then me.
It’s really fucking nice.
I’m still toweling myself off when Ivy calls to me from the bedroom.
“Shane.”
I poke my head out of the bathroom. She’s toweling off her hair, too, the rest of her naked, and I reach for her, but she resists.
“Your phone’s going nuts.”
I can hear it now, jittering around on the nightstand.
“Nothing good in the entire world ever started with anyone’s phone going nuts,” I groan.
“Can’t argue with you,” she says.
Then my phone buzzes again, and I reach for it. There’s a slew of notifications, including one from Tim Ernst. So effing glad you’re on board! Sending over the contracts right now.
Well, no matter what happens next, at least there’s that. And the pleasure of having chosen something for myself.
I brace myself to scroll through the rest of the notifications. I’m ready for the worst: Weggers has declared that our wedding is a fake. The land is being deeded to Blue Iron as we speak. Hanna will have to start from scratch. She never wants to speak to me again.
And then my phone rings. I reach for it. Hanna.
“Hey,” I say.
“Did you see my messages?”
“I was just grabbing my phone to look?—”
“You’re not going to believe this.”
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Ivy
“I don’t understand,” I say. “They want the date back?”
We’re gathered in Hanna’s office. She’s sitting behind her desk, I’m sitting in one of the client chairs, and Shane is—well, he started out standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders, a reassuring weight, but as more details have come out, he’s started pacing.
