Page 42 of In League with Ivy


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“No. I just wanted to hear your sexy voice.”

“Do you want to meet up?” she asked.

“I wish. I have a deadline that was due last week.”

“You sound tired. Was it a big night?”

“Not in the fun sense.” As I reflected on my endless bullshitting at Cassandra’s college reunion, I debated whether to tell Ivy about the fake date. I decided against it, mainly because I was too tired to go into a lengthy explanation, despite having nothing to hide.

“I probably can’t catch up until the ball. I hope you don’t mind. I’ve somehow got to come up with a killer campaign by tonight. And my brain hurts.”

She laughed. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No. But hey, if I think of something, I’ll call.”

“Okay. We’ll catch up on Saturday.”

“I’m sorry it’s not sooner. I could use a bit of your sexy energy.”

“That’s nice.”

Her breathy voice made my dick grow. “You sound really sexy.”

“I’m just being myself.”

“That’s why,” I said. “You’re unique.”

“In a nice way, I hope, and not as a euphemism for wacky.”

“Wacky’s hot.” I chuckled, stretching my arms. “So, what are you wearing?” I unzipped my jeans.

“Are we about to do phone sex?”

I could hear a smile in her voice.

“Only if you’d like,” I said.

“I’m in a short skirt and tank top.”

“Bra?”

“Nope.”

“Are your nipples poking through?”

“Now they are,” she said with a sexy giggle.

I ran my tongue over my lips. “I hope you’re not bending over in front of a horny stranger.”

“I am now. I forgot my panties, and I’m at the supermarket bending over to buy a nice big banana.”

I laughed and stroked my dick, while visualizing her tight, wet little slit. “You’re being a slut again.”

“Again?”

“Well, going out without your panties and bra in such a public place, I mean…” Heat raced down to my dick.

“Are you really hard?” she asked.

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