Page 45 of Ivy

“Salad? Do I look like a fucking rabbit or a supermodel to you?” She shrugs at me.

Shrugs!

Oh, the little minx.

“Well, that’s what I’m having,” she adds.

“I am a growing boy; I don’t eat salad.” I almost gag on the word. What kind of man does she think I am? Salad. Sheesh.

“I think you’ve grown enough, don’t you?” She winks at me. I dart out of the chair and run up the few steps to the patio doors that lead to my girl. I take her in my arms and back her up into the kitchen and against the fridge. I kiss her neck, sucking just enough to make her squeal and rub against me.

“Luke!” she squeals again, bringing her hand up to the spot where I can see the love bite has formed. Oh shit, she’s going to go ape shit; she hates them. She says they look tacky and dirty. “Oh, you didn’t.” She bolts from me and into the downstairs bathroom. I slowly follow her, covering my dick just in case she decides to sack me again. I scared her the other night by coming up behind her in Castle Ink, and he sacked me right in the balls. I fell to the floor like a ton of bricks, while Dex and Jay were pissing themselves laughing. Fuckers.

“Luke Baker.” Oh, the full name in the motherly tone.

I’m in the dog house. Bollocks.

“Yes, my lovely. My sweetheart. My peaches.” I give her the sweetest tone I can muster up, but fuck me, it doesn’t work, going by the look on her face.

“Really?”

“I didn’t suck that hard,” I state, leaning against the doorframe, crossing my arms.

“Obviously you did!” She points to the mark on her neck. I lean in, and yeah, I got her good.

“So, does this mean no shagging tonight, then?”

“Umm, nope.”

“A blowjob?”

“Luke,” she huffs.

“Wank?”

She gives me a stern look and shakes her head. Fucking hell, I love it when she’s all fired up, makes my dick hard. I close the gap between us and she holds her hands up.

“Nope. Not happening. Do not touch me, Beast.” I bounce my eyebrows at her because I know what my touch does to her.

It makes her forget why she’s pissed at me.

“But I want to apologize, babe.”

“Then do it from over there.” She points to the doorframe. She still won’t let me touch her, so I cross my arms over my chest, knowing full well that she loves my arms. Her gaze roams over my biceps, and she licks her lips.

Gotcha!

I step closer, and before Ivy can react, I lift her up and sit her on the vanity. Her legs wrap around me automatically, and I smile at the little fact of knowing that she trusts me to lift her up and not let her fall.

I will never let her fall.

“No fair, Beast. Bugger it,” she whispers, and leans into me, resting her head in the crook of my neck. “Every time,” she mutters against my skin.

“Every time, what?”

“You don’t play fair when you use the arm porn.” Her lips lay a kiss to my shoulder and I shiver. Yes, I am man enough to admit that my woman’s touch makes me shiver and shake in my fucking boots.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna apologize for that.” I chuckle and pull her to me.

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