Page 30 of Decked Out with Ivy

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.”

“Another Christmas activity that will make you fall in love with the holiday.”

“We already went to the North Pole, and I have a pole right here.” He flung the blankets off him, revealing his erection.

Her gaze darted to him, her teeth sliding over that pouty bottom lip. Desire pooled in the light brown of her eyes, and victory was so close he could taste it. He tossed his pants aside, kicked his feet over the side of the bed, and stormed toward her with determined strides.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. He was disappointed she’d managed to get her bra on. Her tits were works of art, and he wasn’t done admiring them. His finger pressed into her chin, tilting her head toward his. Her eyes glazed over, her eyelids heavy with the same desire as her gaze. He bent, brushing his lips against hers, and moaned into her mouth when her hand wrapped tightly around his cock.

She stroked him once, twice, three times, mouth moving in sync with her hand. Her hand trailed up the shaft to the tip, and… she patted him. Then broke loose of his hold. “Get dressed.”

He gasped. A noise so unlike anything that had ever come out of him. “What the hell?”

“I told you to get dressed, but you wanted to try to manipulate me with your devilishly good looks and expert kissing skills.”

“I did not try to manipulate you.”

“You did, and honestly, it would have worked if we didn’t have to go.” She raised her toes and kissed his cheek. “So… to be continued. Get dressed.”

“Trying to love Christmas is exhausting,” he said.

“And we’re just getting started.”

He didn’t know whether to be scared or optimistic about the humor in her tone. But the faster he got dressed, and they did whatever it was she had planned, the faster they would be backin her bed. He swiped his pants from where he had tossed them and stepped into them, yanking them into place on his hips.

Once they were both fully dressed—unfortunately—he followed Ivy outside to the car. He’d hoped whatever activity she had planned next didn’t involve leaving her property, but luck was not on his side. He got into the passenger seat and watched the house disappear in the distance.

“Where are we going?” he asked, watching the long line of trees put even more space between him and Ivy’s bedroom.

“You’ll see.”

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of a nursing home.

“Visiting someone?’ he asked.

“Something like that.” She reached into her bag and retrieved something, smacking it into his chest. “Here, put this on.”

He held up the red Santa hat with white fur trim and a big ol’ pompom on the tip.

“No.” He had been doing a lot, but he drew the line at Santa hats.

“Put it on, or you’ll be going to your place tonight. Alone. Very, very alone.” Her voice dipped into a sultry purr, and he tugged the Santa hat on his head.

“Ho, ho, ho,” he said.

“Men.” Ivy laughed before putting on her own Santa hat and slipping out of the car. Cody followed her to the front doors and inside the lobby. A large, decorated tree sat to the left, a stack of presents arranged beneath the branches. An angel sat on the top, casting a glow on the wall. The faint sound of Christmas music played in the background.

Ivy waved at a well-dressed man who sat behind the front receptionist’s desk. “Hi, Troy.”

His eyes remained on the screen in front of him, finger tapping on the mouse. “Good evening, Ivy. Everyone is waiting for you and very excited.” Troy smiled.

“Thanks, even if I don’t believe you. There is no way Freida is excited about this.”

“Ethel and Albert are, so I think secretly she is, too.”

Cody had no idea who any of these people were, and he was more surprised by how many people Ivy knew.

“You’re going to join in the festivities? We could use you up there.”

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