Page 56 of Start With A Slap

Besides, once she got a taste, she’d wonder why she ever deprived herself the pleasure.

“Oh, Iiiivy...” Sever singsonged, shadowing her as she ducked under awnings and pushed through crowds of drunken locals.

The rain seeped uncomfortably through his suit, but he kept a leisurely stride, knowing he’d catch up to her at the busy Quai before the Seine. Nowhere to go after that... except his flat.

He phoned his driver with a location and watched Ivy move, all wet and lissome... he could practically taste her in his arms,smellher opening up to let him in.Fee fi fo fum.

“Taxi!” She waved at passing taxicabs, all occupied thanks to the rain. “Taxi!”

“You’d think they’d stop for the rich and pretty,” he said, surprising her with his closeness.

“Go away!” She ran down the sidewalk. “I don’t want you! I don’t want any part of you!”

“Bollocks. You’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Stop following me!”

She nearly got herself killed zipping across the road. “Christ, Ivy! Don’t be stupid!”

“Leave mealone!”

“Becareful, you daft—” With a frustrated growl, he waited for another ebb in traffic and chased her in earnest.

She’d disappeared down a stone staircase at the river’s edge. Done with cat-and-mousing, he jumped the railing and skipped three steps at a time.

She shrieked as he gained on her, and in a not at all shocking turn of events, her heel snapped. It hardly stopped her, though; after a brief stumble and curse, she cast off her shoes and sprinted barefoot.

Was she really that terrified? What the hell did Jasontellher?

“Ivy, stop!Ivy!” He nabbed her by the waist and held her tight. “Gonna get yourself hurt.”

“Let me go, let mego!” Hysterical, she flailed about and spun in his grasp.

He wrestled her to a sheltered pass beneath a bridge while she sobbed a feeble protest —I don’t want you, you make me sick, what I just did makes me sick, I’m married to your son, don’t you get it, don’t you have any heart at all? —but he couldn’t hear any of it. Because with her dewy skin gleaming in the bluish light, wet locks pasted to her face, she looked so hauntingly beautiful, so delicate, so bloodyexquisitethat he was moved to cradle her head and touch her cheek to make sure she was real.

A confused hush came over her, and she searched his eyes.

He felt a strange sensation then, an aching need to possess her in impossible ways. He wanted to consume her, devour her, pass through her, keep her, lock her to his side and make her gaze at him like this for the rest of his days — her eyes flutteringwith so much fear and desire, her ripe lips quivering and begging to be kissed...

He smashed his mouth to hers, stifled the unwelcome ache by homing in on the sensory: her muffled pleas, her hot breath on his face, her velvety tongue, her cold hands on his neck, her stiffening nipples, the rough stone wall behind her.

Ivy uttered his name like a prayer, and he lost control again, forgot all the important steps that gobeforeflattening a girl against the nearest vertical surface and grinding into her with abandon. Luckily, she was right there with him, instantly coiling her legs around him and wiggling on his erection.

Hands on her ass, he adjusted her on the wall, tasted her salty neck.

“I can’t — unh, mmnh — I can’t do this.”

And yet she wouldn’t let go of his head. “You can do anything you want.”

“But,” she said between gasps, “what if... someone sees?”

He ghosted his lips over her pulsing jugular. “No one’s watching. Too dark to see.” He nipped at it. “Don’t think. Just act. Give in,tigresse.”

“Sever, oh god, I can’t?—”

He kissed her quiet, this time with a promise of the wonders he could perform between her legs. It did the trick: she whimpered into his mouth, clawed at his hair and vised him with her thighs. Stopping for air, forehead resting on hers, he hiked up her dress and wedged a hand between their melded bodies.

Hissing when he found her bare — no knickers, nonothing, just hot, slick, silken skin — he teased a finger in and caught a spill of juices in his palm.

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