Page 35 of Sliding Into Love
“Dammit, Ford, I—”
For a moment, he wondered if he should’ve told her his real name. What would she think of him if he did?
“Dirty mouth, Ivy.” He couldn’t control the quirk of his lips or the way his voice dropped when he said her name.
Why was he so awkward?Why?
After a few seconds of silence, Ethan thought she’d hung up on him when—
“Oh, you have no idea.” The words left Ivy’s lips in a purr evoking silk sheets and silkier bare skin.
What.
WHAT.
The sound that came out of Ethan’s mouth was more dying animal than grown-ass man.
“You okay over there?”
“Sorry. You were saying? About your dirty mouth?”
Ivy Johnson was going to kill him.
“Oh, I swear a lot. That’s all. Why? What didyoumean?” Her voice was too high, her words a tiny bit too fast. Ethan would have put money on her fluttering her lashes at the phone, she sounded so falsely innocent.
“Hmm… is that all?” Was he doing this? Flirting? What was happening?
“Is what all?” Ivy giggled again, and he heard a clink of glass and a pouring sound.
He couldn’t help but say her name. It came out somewhere between a groan and a growl.
“Damn, your voice is sodeep.” Ivy’s voice was breathy in his ear.
That gave Ethan an idea.
“Do you like my voice, Ivy?”
“Mhmm. Do you like my dirty mouth, Ethan?”
“I think you know I do, Ivy.”
“Is there anything, in particular, you’d like me to do with my dirty mouth?”
Ethan’s body jackknifed, and he nearly fell off the bed. The phone fell out of his shaking hand and hit the floor with a thud.
“Ethan? Ethan! What happened?” Her voice sounded far away.
Pull yourself together, dude, for fuck’s suck.
SAKE.
For fuck’ssake.
Oh, hell’s bells and Freudian slips. He was in trouble.
He fumbled around for his phone. When he found it again, she was breathing hard in his ear.
“Areyouokay?” he asked.
