7. Ivy
IVY
D uncan's fingers brushed against the nape of my neck as he pulled me closer, deepening an already scorching kiss.
His scent, a heady mix of expensive cologne and the deep notes of black coffee, clouded my senses, making me dizzy with desire.
I knew this was wrong, all of it: the setting, the timing, the fact that he was my boss.
But just like the first time we did this, I was confused and emotionally overwhelmed.
All that mattered was him and the way his lips hovered just millimeters from mine, taunting me with what could be.
“God, you’re still as incredible as ever, Ivy…” Duncan’s hands searched my thick curves, pulling and pushing and grinding. It stole my breath, made me drop my messenger bag and my guard.
“This is so wrong, Duncan. So… wrong…” I muttered between kisses as his fingers inched the fabric of my suit skirt up my thighs.
"I know…" he breathed against my skin, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "But I can't help myself." His hands slid higher, caressing my bare thighs, and I arched my back unconsciously, offering more of myself to him as he pinned me against the wall of the stopped elevator.
Duncan's lips left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline, nibbling and sucking at the vulnerable spot where my neck met my shoulder.
I gasped, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.
This was crazy, insane, but I couldn't stop myself.
The chemistry between us was too strong to deny what my body so obviously wanted.
His fingers continued their ascent, reaching the elastic of my underwear.
I knew I should stop him, knew this was a mistake we couldn't unmake, but the feel of his rough fingertips against my sensitive flesh made it impossible to form a coherent thought.
All I could do was moan in pleasure as he slid my panties down my thighs and out of the way.
He hooked one arm under my knee and lifted. My heel dragged up the back of his thigh, and my breath came out ragged.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this again?” he muttered, his voice rough against my jaw. “Since the minute you left.”
I bit back a moan as his hand slid higher.
“And now you’re here,” he said, shifting his weight just enough to position his hard length against my core. “Right where I want you. Where you should’ve been this whole damn time.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Just air. Just need.
“You still taste the same,” he growled into my neck. “Still make that sound when I touch you—” He moved, and my body arched without permission. “That one,” he breathed. “That little gasp right there. I dreamed about that.”
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. I dug my nails into his shoulders and let my head fall back against the elevator wall. Duncan’s lips pressed against my pulse point and he sucked, and I gasped and groaned.
His fingers found my hooded nub, causing my entire body to tremble with desire.
He knew exactly where to touch me, how to make me feel like I was on fire.
I closed my eyes, trying to find some semblance of control, but it was no use.
The heat between my thighs had grown unbearable, and all I wanted was him. Now.
“Oh god… this is so wrong,” I mumbled, reaching for his belt.
“Then I don’t want to be right,” came his response as he pushed his fingers into me, making me shudder.
Duncan's fingers moved in and out of me and each time he hit that sweet spot inside me, I was one step closer to the edge. I couldn't believe we were doing this again, but it felt so right, so perfect. And I was so close to detonating there was no way I was backing down now.
His mouth found mine again, more forceful this time, like he couldn’t get close enough. I kissed him back with everything I had—every breath, every ache, every year I’d spent trying not to remember how he felt.
His belt came undone with a sharp tug. I fumbled with the button, desperate now, dizzy with the way he touched me like he still knew me. Like no time had passed at all.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” I whispered against his lips.
“You didn’t let me.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw. “You begged me with that first look.”
I let out a soft laugh. My breaths came fast, my hands trembling. “You’re impossible.”
“You’re soaked.” I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan as Duncan's fingers continued their relentless strokes. He let out a low growl of approval in my ear, and I knew he wasn't stopping now, not when my hand was wrapped around his girth stroking.
I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan as Duncan's fingers continued their relentless strokes. He let out a low growl of approval in my ear, and I knew he wasn't stopping now.
“You’re close,” he said, his voice rough, right against my skin. “I can feel it.”
I nodded, my breath shallow. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He pressed his mouth to the side of my throat, kissing, biting, just enough to make my hips jerk.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed. “More.”
"You're so wet for me, Ivy," he groaned against my neck, his fingers never stopping their delicious torture. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with the electricity between us.
"Duncan," I panted, my voice a hoarse whisper, "I'm… I'm… oh god…"
He chuckled darkly, low and possessive in my ear. "That's it, baby. Give it to me." His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot deep within me that sent me over the edge. My entire body tensed as pleasure coursed through me like lightning, and I cried out his name in a strangled moan.
As my orgasm subsided, my grip on Duncan's shirt loosened, and I collapsed against the elevator wall, panting. He was still hard against me, and I knew he wanted more. But as much as I didn't want to admit it, I needed a moment to catch my breath.
"Damn," he breathed, his chest heaving against my back. "You still have it, Ivy."
I couldn't help but smile at the compliment, even though part of me cringed at how easily we'd succumbed to our baser instincts. This was wrong on so many levels, but it also felt strangely right.
"I… I need a second," I managed to say between gasps.
Duncan leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the side of my neck, but he didn’t pull back. Instead his fingers returned to my clit, swirling and teasing until I was twitching again. “I need you… More than the air I breathe,” he whispered before he kissed me again, and I was lost.
This time the urgency in his kiss demanded my attention. I returned it with equal passion, biting and sucking his lower lip into my mouth. When he began thrusting into my thigh I shuddered. My body really wasn’t sated and nothing would pull me back from the edge until I had what it wanted.
“I need you inside me.”
His hand stilled for a beat as he whispered, “You sure?”
I grabbed his shirt, dragging him closer. “I’ve never been more sure.”
He didn’t waste time. His fingers slipped away, and I felt the blunt press of him at my entrance. My body clenched in anticipation.
“I’ve thought about this,” he said. “Every night. Every damn time I was alone.”
“Then show me,” I whispered. “Show me how much.”
He thrust forward, slow at first, and my mouth fell open as he filled me. My fingers locked behind his neck. My heels dug into the backs of his legs. And for a second, everything else disappeared—every consequence, every lie, every secret still sitting between us.
Duncan's deep, guttural groan reverberated against my mouth as he slid inch by excruciating inch into my aching core.
It had been too long, far too long since I'd felt him like this.
Heat washed over me in waves, and I couldn't contain a moan of pleasure as he finally sheathed himself fully inside me.
"I missed this," he groaned, his voice ragged in my ear. "You feel so good." His hips started to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, harder this time. I bit down on my lip to muffle a moan, and he growled in response. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."
I arched my back as Duncan picked up the pace. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I knew I was close again, already. His thrusts were relentless, claiming me in a way that both scared and thrilled me.
"Oh god, Ivy," he panted in my ear. "You feel so… so good." His hips slammed against mine with increasing force, his grip on my hips bruising but oh so perfect as he angled us just right. "I can't… I can't hold on much longer."
"Neither can I," I gasped out between kisses.
I clenched around him, my nails digging into his shoulders as my second orgasm crept closer, balancing precariously on the edge. "Duncan… I'm… oh god…" I panted.
"That's it," he growled, his breath hot in my ear. "Come for me, Ivy. I want to feel you come apart in my arms again."
His words were the final push I needed. My climax washed over me in a blinding wave of pleasure, and I cried out his name as my body convulsed around him. Duncan's fingers dug into my hips, his thrusts erratic as he joined me over the edge, groaning into the side of my neck.
I felt him empty himself into me and the slow lingering kiss he offered made me forget my own name.
We stayed pressed together for several long moments, both of us breathing heavily in the aftermath. The elevator felt smaller now, more intimate, filled with the scent of our bodies and the echo of what we had done.
Duncan pulled back first, his hands gentle as he helped me pick up my panties, straighten my skirt, and smooth my hair.
His touch was careful, almost reverent, as he adjusted my blouse and made sure every button was properly fastened.
The tenderness in his movements made my chest ache with emotions I wasn't ready to name.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his fingers trailing along my jawline. "More beautiful than I remembered."