Page 105 of Clint & Ivy

I couldn’t exist without this woman. She was my greatest weakness. Losing her would kill me. Nothing could keep me going if she were gone.

The reality of such potential pain left me shaking. Rolling Ivy onto her back, I hid my face in her soft hair and let myself adjust to how I would never truly own my heart again. It would always belong to Ivy Humphreys.

Stroking my head, Ivy didn’t rush me. I finally looked into her eyes to find her confused.

“Loving you leaves me vulnerable,” I explained.

“Because I’m weak?”

“No, because you make me a special kind of happy. I can’t go back to feeling any different than I do right now. Your power over me is scary.”

A smiling Ivy nuzzled my jaw with hers and waited for me to calm myself. Yet, as soon as my lips sucked at her throat, she was quick to meet my heat with her own.

My cock didn’t take long to return to her wet pussy. Ivy wrapped her legs around my hips and held onto my shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glowed with a mix of love and lust.

I never doubted Ivy was my soulmate. As soon as she looked at me, I felt something change inside my heart and mind. The way our bodies moved together and quickly found a rhythm was only more proof that this woman—and no other—belonged with me.

IVY

Iknew sex would beincredible with Clint. His touch sent me spiraling with lust. Despite our chemistry, I feared what would happen once he saw me stripped bare and completely vulnerable.

Clint’s desire for me never wavered. We spent the entire afternoon in bed. I was tender in all the best spots by that evening. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and Clint met my need with his own.

The next few days, Clint and I hid away together. I cooked for him. He ordered food for me. We took walks around the neighborhood and rides around town. His work meetings took place in the courtyard while I played with the dogs and practiced soccer.

During my second weekend in Little Memphis, I spent the days with Clint’s family and friends. My evenings were all about him.

I could see my future stretching out ahead of me. I understood what Clint and I would be like in a year, a decade, a lifetime. The past no longer clung to me. I already breathed like a new, more confident woman. I knew my place at the condo building. I could move around easily. I felt safe here.

A woman with my lack of life experience could be forgiven for forgetting that Clint lived a dangerous life. I preferred to think of him as my sexy boyfriend with a fun job.

Like I did in Reno, I never worried about where the money came from or how actions had consequences.

That was why I was so startled when Clint woke me after midnight on Monday morning. I hadn’t even noticed his phone lighting up with messages until he kissed me awake. I thought he was feeling frisky and reached for his body. Except Clint was already dressed.

“Something’s happened at one of our businesses in Rawlins,” Clint explained while helping me out of bed. “I need to take you to the Sorority House until I’m back.”

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