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“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask as if I don’t know what she wants. I’ve discovered so many things with Ivy. Like how pleasurable it is to turn a woman into mush. That another person’s pleasure can mean so much more than your own. My cock feels like it’s ready to burn my pants, but I don’t care. What I need right now is to hear Ivy orgasm.
I gently remove her hands from around my shoulders and go down on my knees. I dip my head under her dress and replace my fingers with my tongue. Ivy whimpers as I suck on her clit. She grips my head and bounces on my tongue. I push a finger in and then another, and moments later, she comes apart and orgasms loudly.
Before she can recover, I guide her to the back of the couch and make her lean over, holding on to it for support. I remove her panties and then bunch her dress around her waist.
I inhale sharply as I take in her softly rounded ass. “You’re perfect.”
She gives it a little shake.
“Tease.”
“How can I be a tease, and I’m shamelessly bared for you,” Ivy says.
I’m too turned on to talk. I unzip and pull my painfully throbbing cock out, grip it with one hand, and with the other, I nudge Ivy’s folds open. I tease her opening for a few seconds, spreading her wetness all over the head of my cock. Then I plunge it in without warning.
She cries out, starts to whimper, and I close my eyes and savor her tightness and heat. She feels so fucking good. I keep her in place by gripping her hips and then pump in deeply. My climax is building up fast, and I increase my pace.
“Fuck, Ivy,” I growl.
“Alec,” she cries. “I’m going to come.”
I fuck her harder and deeper. Ivy orgasms first, her body jerking and her pussy clenching around my cock. I come with a growl and cry out her name. I breathe so hard it doesn’t feel as if I’ll ever recover, but we need to move to avoid tiring Ivy too much.
I guide her to the couch and onto my lap, cradling her as she rests her head on my shoulder. We sit that way without talking, still in a bubble of our own world.
***
“About time,” Jace blurts out as soon as I walk into my office.
I’m surprised to find both my brothers waiting for me. My secretary is not at her desk, so there is no one to warn me.
“Have you just showered?” Dylan says, moving closer to me.
I escape scrutiny by going around to my chair and sitting down. “Maybe. Is it a crime to shower?”
“No, but it’s not like you to indulge in daytime sex,” Dylan says.
I’m about to protest when Jace waves an impatient hand away. “Forget about that; we have more important things to talk about. Have you watched the recording I sent you?”
“How could he when he was between the sheets?” Dylan says.
I ignore him and reach for my phone. I find the recording and hit play. My blood turns to ice when the reporter mentions Anderson’s fertility clinic. He says something about a scandal brewing, but he doesn’t say what it is. Something about verifying the information, but they’ll have something soon.
“Where did you get this?” I explode when the recording is over.
“One of the smaller television stations. I’ve put our lawyers on it to see whether they can stop it,” Jace says.
I stare at him. “Do you think it’s about my baby with Ivy?”
“It’s got to be,” Dylan says. “There’s nothing else.”
“Fuck.” I can’t sit. I stand up to pace. We can’t be sure about this. It might be something else, but I can’t think of anything. The sperm mix-up is the only scandal the clinic has ever had.
“Shit.” My head feels as if there’s a vise around it, squeezing hard. “If that gets out, it could spell the end of us.” Our parents have worked so hard to ensure such a thing never happens. And it never did under their watch. We’ve let them down, and if we’re not careful, this could spell the beginning of the end of everything they’ve worked hard for. Fertility clinics depend a hundred percent on a spotless reputation. Our patients come to us when they are at their most vulnerable. They need to trust us a hundred percent. If it gets out that we botched up, we’re finished.
“Yes. That’s why we have to make sure that TV station doesn’t run that story.”
“Maybe we’re going ahead of ourselves,” I say. “What if they don’t have a story? How would they have found out? We kept it under a tight seal.”
