Page 27 of Redeem Me

‘Or perhaps I could sneak someone in.’ Her tone is provoking. ‘Jared made it clear he’s more than willing.’

Oh, she knows exactly how to push my buttons.

‘Do that, Ivy, if you can live with passing a death sentence. Because if I find a man in my house, I’ll be forced to assumethe worst and put a bullet in him. Maybe ten, just to be sure the threat is eliminated.’

‘Shut up and put something in me.’ Her eyes dart towards my bedroom door.

No way.

I’ll never allow another woman in my bed. It would give the wrong idea.

‘My office, now,’ I grit out, tearing my hips from hers. I nudge her down the stairs, towards my office door. At least if any of the staff notice us disappearing, I can say it’s work related. And my office is one of the few rooms in the house without cameras. ‘Don’t mistake this for something it’s not, though. I already told you I don’t do romance, sweetheart.’

‘But you will make me come hard enough to see stars.’ Ivy tosses my own line back in my face, word for word.

I open the office door and drag her in by her dress. My cock is leaking precum and I haven’t even touched her yet.

‘On my desk.’ I shove the pile of paperwork onto the floor.

Ivy hops up without hesitation, lifting her dress up over her head and tossing it to the floor. A strapless, white lace bra supports perfect, round breasts which heave with her ragged inhales. Inch after inch of creamy skin tempts me all the way down to a flimsy ivory thong. Very virginal. But I already know there’s nothing innocent about Ivy Winters. There’s nothing innocent about the way her body responds to mine.

‘Remove your lingerie. It looks sexy as fuck, but it’ll look better on my floor.’

‘What if someone walks in?’ She glances at the door.

‘Then they’ll see my head buried between your thighs, lapping at your pussy like a man who hasn’t had a drink in a week.’

She hisses out a breath, reaching around to unhook her bra. It falls to the floor with a soft, satisfying thud. She’s evenmore beautiful than I imagined. Her rosebud nipples stand to attention, begging to be worshipped.

‘And the rest.’ My eyes fall to the lace triangle between her legs. I’ve felt her slick, softness. Tasted it twice now. But I haven’t seen it.

I hold my breath as she slides the thin material down her trembling thighs and onto my floor. She stares at me almost challengingly as she inches her ass back onto my desk and spreads herself wide for me like a goddamn fucking dessert.

‘Like what you see?’ Her eyes lock on mine. I love her confidence. Her brazenness. The way she is utterly unashamed of her body and what it wants. It’s so fucking sexy.

‘You’re fucking flawless, Ivy.’ I prowl towards her, taking my time. If it’s only going to be one time, I’m going to draw this out for as long as possible. ‘I’ve wanked myself stupid, remembering the feel of your tight little cunt, and the taste of the mess you made all over my fingers.’

I stand between her legs, towering over her.

‘There’s something so fucking hot about being naked in your office,’ she admits. ‘Maybe I should say I’m going out more often.’

‘Don’t even think about it. This is a onetime thing.’ I trace a finger along her inner thigh and watch as goosebumps ripple across her flesh.

‘Better make it memorable then,’ she goads me.

She actuallygoadsme.

My fingers skim higher, lingering at her groin. She squirms, and I laugh. ‘Patience, Ivy. All good things come to those who wait.’ I slide through her slickness once, then tear my fingers away. An animalistic cry leaks from her lip as I bring my finger to my mouth and suck. ‘Why do bad ideas taste so good?’

I reach for her again. I couldn’t stop if I tried. Her eyeslatch on mine, staring at me as I slide from her clit to her slit with slow, deliberate strokes.

It’s my turn to goad. I dip my face lower, but I still don’t kiss her. Instead, my lips capture a nipple and suck, as I sink two fingers into her centre, wishing they were my cock. But this isn’t about me. It’s about her. ‘How’s that edge doing?’

‘I’m about to fall off it sometime really fucking soon,’ she pants, her head lolling back and her eyes rolling to the ceiling. ‘Catapult might be a more accurate description.’ Her core clenches around my fingers and I slide them out.

‘Don’t even think about coming.’ I tilt her head up, forcing her eyes back to me. ‘I’m nowhere near finished with you yet. Up on your knees. On all fours.’ I step back from the desk, watching as she hoists herself round and lifts her smooth, peachy ass cheeks into the air. Fucking hell, I could come from that sight alone.

‘Like this?’ She glances at me over her shoulder, her glossy blonde hair falling over her eyes.

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