Page 103 of Clint & Ivy

Thank fucking God I decidedagainstthis plan since Clint entered with Rock!

Dressed in a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, I stood by the couch and stared at Clint and Rock, who came to a stop when they saw me.

“What does that look mean?” Rock asked Clint.

“I think her meeting with Lula didn’t go well.”

“Is that what it means?” Rock asked me.

“I could use snuggles,” I mumbled like a moron. “But if you need to talk, I’ll wait in the other room until you’re done.”

Rock narrowed his gaze as if sensing I was full of shit. Clint either didn’t pick up on my lies, or he didn’t care because he wanted Rock to leave.

“We’ll talk later,” Clint said while Rock eyed me full of suspicion as he exited.

“I pity the woman who has to woo that man,” I told Clint before he dropped a kiss on my smiling lips.

After sliding his hands down my body, Clint freed his lips. “Rock plans to marry a woman from his senior center when he’s eighty. By then, I suspect he won’t be so intimidating.”

“Did he say that?” I asked as I guided his hand up my shirt.

“I approve of you going braless at home,” Clint said and kissed me softly. “But do you need cuddles? Was that a real thing, or did you just want him to go away?”

“I want to fool around.”

Clint smirked in that arrogant way he got whenever I begged for his hot touch.

“Let me shower up first. I smell like the road and shitty food.”

I followed Clint upstairs, where he disappeared into the bathroom for his shower. While he cleaned up, I stripped down. With the shades up and the late afternoon sun shining into the condo, I had nowhere to hide.

Crawling onto the bed, I worked through several poses. I considered sitting with my back facing the bathroom door since my tattoo was beautiful and I had a decent butt.

Except my heart surgery scar had been the sticking point to us having sex so far. There was no reason to pretend otherwise, so I faced the bathroom and sat on my knees while Clint finished up.

I was nervous. Not just about showing off my scar, but sex was all new. I wanted to relax and enjoy the ride, but I worried my brain wouldn’t get out of the way.

Once a damp Clint exited the bathroom with the towel dangling in front of his cock, I forgot all about my fears. Everything in the world dropped away, leaving only my burning lust behind.

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