Page 43 of Recovering Ivy

Jesus, she was beautiful. Her knees were far enough apart I could see her pussy peeking through, but that wasn’t what had my attention. I trailed my finger along the inside of her thigh, gathering up the wetness as I went. My heart rate ticked up a notch and my chest swelled. There was something about seeing my come dripping out of her that stirred a deep need. It wasn’t about sex, lust, or even love. It was about knowing I’d left a part of myself inside of her.

I shook the unwanted emotion away and lined my throbbing cock at her opening, smearing her excitement over the tip as I shoved inside.

“I wanna hear you scream, Ivy.”

I went about doing just that, and when she screamed my name in release, I didn’t give it a second thought when I unloaded my warmth inside her.

* * *

“I’m not staying up here all day, Zane,” Ivy argued.

“You fucking very well are, Ivy,” I returned.

We still didn’t know where her mother was. If she went down to reception, she’d be exposed to the general public. Anyone could walk into the waiting area without having to go through security. It wasn’t until you tried to enter the inner realm of Z Corps did I have security protocols in place. It had never been an issue before. Donna sat out there alone, answered the phone, and announced when an appointment had arrived. One of us would go out front and walk them back.

“It’s not like anyone knows I’m working here,” she went on.

“Really. And how did she find out you were working at Techwatch?”

“Umm.”

“Right. So until we know where Sarah is and how she came to march her raggedy ass into Techwatch, you’re staying out of sight.”

“It’s really not necessary. What’s the worst she can do? Come in and yell at me? Seriously, Zane, I’m used to it. It doesn’t even hurt my feelings anymore.” The hurt behind her look proved her words a lie.

Sarah’s words cut Ivy to the quick and they would, the woman was her mother for chrissake. Of course, being cussed at by the woman who gave birth to you would burn deep.

“Baby, I know you say that. And you may even try to believe it, but I’m not allowing it to happen. Not today, not on my watch, not ever. That woman is done spewing her venom your way.”

“What do you mean, I try to believe it? I’m telling you I’m use to it.” Her hand went to her hip and her attitude flared. Damn, she was hot as hell when she threw sass.

“I know you’re used to it. That’s the problem. You shouldn’t have to be used to it. And just because you are, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt you.”

“I’m not arguing with you about this,” she declared.

“Because I’m right?”

Wrong thing to ask.

“No, you bossy jerk. Because I don’t want to talk about it. She’s my mother and I know how I feel. I don’t need you or anyone else telling me what I think. How would you like it if I told you how you felt?”

Linc knocked on the door and pushed it open. His head swiveled back and forth between me and Ivy and the asshole smiled. I waited for one of his off-handed comments.

Everything had been perfect until we got to the office. Soon after, shit had gone sideways. I’d woken up to a soft and warm Ivy next to me and I had the pleasure of taking her multiple times before we’d gotten ready for our day. The normal tightness in my chest when a woman was in my space was noticeably absent, replaced with contentment. I should’ve known the feeling wouldn’t last.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we got a call from the CEO of Techwatch. Forester Grant handed in his resignation this morning,” Linc said.

“Fuck.”

“That’s not all. Sarah Long was seen leaving Forester’s house this morning.”

“What?” Ivy screeched. “No way. I have to talk to her.”

“Not a chance. Send Colin and Leo to pick her up. Has Declan checked in?”

“Amy hasn’t left her house since yesterday afternoon,” he informed me.

“Any visitors?” I asked.