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“I want you to come for me, Damon. All over my face.” She bobs again, faster, and I can’t hold back as my balls draw up, and I give in to the climax that sends pulsing spurts into her mouth. The excess dribbles out of the corner of her lips as she takes it all, her cheeks engorged with my seed.
In one gulp, she swallows it down, the sight of it sending another jet of release splashing across her chin.
“Ivy …” Chest heaving, I slam my head back against the pillow and take a moment to catch my breath. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“Making up for years of abstinence, by the looks of it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man come as much as you in one shot.”
I breathe a laugh and rub a hand down my face. “A lot of pent-up tension.”
“And how do you feel now?”
Good question. I should feel ashamed for what we’ve done, what I’ve done, tainting the very vows that brought her to me in the first place.
Yet, I feel fantastic. Like the nights after a long workout and a hot shower, but better. More relaxed than I have in a long time.
“I wish I could tell you that I’ll never want this again after tonight, but I’d be lying.”
Crawling up my body, she licks her lips and falls onto the bed beside me. “And lying is a sin, isn’t it?”
“Albeit a minor one.”
Teeth scraping across my jaw, she stops to kiss my throat, like a wily little cat still pawing for my attention. “Maybe you should go to confession.”
“I will. As soon as I’m certain I won’t be tempted to sin with you again.”
“And when do you think that will be?”
Wrapping my arm around her, I take in the feel of her lying beside me, the way her curves meld perfectly into my own, as if her body was made for mine. “I honestly can’t say.”
15
Ivy
Sin.
The word threads itself through my skull, wrapping around my recollections of the last two hours, while I lay beside Damon, listening to his steady heartbeat as he sleeps, so soundly. Peacefully. I wish I could sleep like that, but I know it’s only a matter of time before Calvin comes pounding at my door.
My phone flashes with the third text he’s sent me in the last twenty minutes.WHERE ARE YOU?Is written in bold caps that tell me, the next time I see him, those letters will be branded to my ass with his punishment. The clock across from me reads just after eleven, and I roll onto my back, turning away from the reminder that I ditched him tonight and there will be hell to pay tomorrow.
The darkness of the room lights up with another text, then dims and lights up again, an incessant flashing of his growing anger, until it buzzes with a call. Turning to silence it, though, I notice the number on the screen isn’t Calvin’s.
It’s Mamie’s nursing home.
I scramble to answer it, pushing out of bed, so as not to wake Damon, and take the call in the bathroom.
“Ivy.” The familiar voice on the other line belongs to her long-time nurse, Anita, and the shaky quality of it shoots a stab of panic through my chest. “I’m sorry to call so late, but your grandmother … she, um. She suffered a massive heart attack. The staff are working on her now, but it doesn’t look good. She won’t survive transport to the main hospital.”
I feel as if my ribs are cracking, crushing my lungs so I can’t breathe. “Wait. What?”
“She’s not going to make it, Ivy.”
“I’m …. I’m …. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” My lip quivers as I fight the urge to break down on the phone with her. “Please … just … keep trying, okay? Don’t give up on her.” I break on the last word, and capture my sob into the palm of my hand. “I’ll be there.”
It’s happening. I knew it would come, the day when I would have to say goodbye to the only woman who ever gave a shit about me. The only one who took me in and raised me as if I was the one piece of her life she’d been missing and the only thing that made her happy.
Clicking off the call, I scramble to my closet, tugging at the latex that clings to my body like a layer of skin refusing to peel off. Seconds tick off the time my grandmother has left on earth, and here I am struggling to take off this fucking suit that Calvin made me wear. Like an enemy refusing to give up the fight to keep its hold on me.
“C’mon!” I shout louder than I mean to, but Damon’s already standing at the doorway.
