Chapter 33
SAWYER
“ H ey boss man, you got a visitor coming in hot. And I mean HOT. She yours?”
I look up from my desk to the windows that line my office and see Ivy walking my way. She’s wearing her long hair down her back in loose waves, her cheeks are flushed and she’s kneading the life out of her hands as she walks.
“Yep. Mine. Cancel any meetings I have and forward my phone please, Marcus,” I reply to our intern without taking my eyes off of my woman.
I watch her walk, her hips swaying side to side until she meets my eyes through the window. Her steps falter for a single beat before she picks up her pace and waltzes into my office like she owns the place. I lean back in my chair and lace my fingers together behind my head.
She shuts the door behind her.
“Ivy, this is quite the surprise but I’m not complaining. How was the meeting?”
She stands in front of the closed door, my desk and twenty feet of space between us. She looks around my office, taking in the sparse space that I haven’t bothered to decorate.
“Do the windows have shades?”
I arch a brow and look at her questionably.
“They do,” I confirm.
“Close them?”
I take a breath and move slowly to the remote on my desk and press the button to fog over the windows, not letting her know how much she just worked me up, how hard my cock already is for her. The windows glaze over as she sashays toward me, still nervously wringing the shit out of her hands. I spin my chair in her direction and lean back slightly.
“I just had an interesting conversation with Sybil.”
My heart stops. There’s no way Sybil would bring up her sister. I decide to play it cool.
“Did you? Did they decide to hire you? They’d be stupid not to.”
“They did. Super exciting. But still, not as interesting as finding out that Sybil is the sister of a former hookup of yours.”
Fuck.
“You see . . .” She pauses and kicks the inside of my left foot, pushing it outward before doing the same with my right, essentially spreading my legs further open. A chill runs down my spine. I steady my breathing and wait for her to continue.
“Apparently, dear Emily was hung up on you.” Ivy steps between my legs before leaning down and grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back to meet her eyes. Fuck, she’s so jealous. My cock hardens to the likes of a steel rod in my pants. I’ve never seen her like this before.
“I didn’t like hearing about someone who’s touched you.” She rubs her lips featherlight over mine, just a whisper of a touch before dropping to her knees.
“In fact, I really, really didn’t like it.” She rubs her hands up both of my thighs before running them over the length of my hard-on.
“Feeling jealous, Iv?”
“You know I am. I know we each have a past, but mine is all out of sight. Yours is right in front of me.”
“Baby, you don’t have anything to worry about. You’re the only woman for me.”
She unbuckles my belt before unbuttoning my pants and slides down the zipper.
“Then tell me, Sawyer. Please.” She pulls my cock free, holding it firmly in her grasp. She bends her head down, eyes on mine, and licks me slowly from base to tip. “I know it makes me look insecure. But . . . I need to hear you say it.” She looks up at me from between my legs and she looks so damn sexy sitting there with my cock in her hand, eyes heavy-lidded. She gives my hard dick a squeeze. “Who do you belong to, Sawyer?” Fucking hell, she’s throwing my words back in my face and I’m all for it.
“You, baby,” I say, my voice raspy and drunk on the way she’s making me feel.
She swirls her tongue over the head of my cock, licking up the bead of precum leaking from the tip.
“Who have you always belonged to?”
“Fuck, Ivy. You. You know it. Like it’s even a damn question.”
“I wanted to hear it,” she says as she swallows my cock whole. She bottoms out, my cock down her throat, and I can’t help the moan that comes out of me. I do my best to keep my hips still so I don’t hurt her. She swallows twice before pulling back up to the tip and doing it all over again. The sensations are unreal, tingling and shooting out through my entire body.
“Fuck, baby.”
I let her suck me down a few more times before grabbing her under her arms and dropping her down on my desk.
I flip up her sundress and expose her bare pussy to me. I groan too loudly for being in my office.
“Jesus, Iv. Such a good girl coming into my office ready for me. You had better have had panties on at your interview though.” I rub the flat of my palm down her bare stomach and across her pretty pink pussy before circling my fingers around her entrance. “You going to be quiet for me, baby?”
“Yes.”
I thrust two fingers into her opening before curling them up toward her navel. She lays completely back on my desk and covers her mouth with her hands. Her muffled moans sound so good. I take a moment to look at her, half-naked, sprawled across my desk.
My Ivy.
I lean down and swipe her core from opening to clit before lining my dick up with her entrance.
“This has to be quick. Try not to scream.”
I pound into her in one swift motion, bottoming out on the first thrust. Her warmth surrounds me, her pussy spasming, her wetness dripping out and leaking onto my balls. I pause only for a moment to give her a second to adjust to the intrusion before releasing myself on her. She takes it all and stays quiet. I stay buried, keeping my thrusts quick and so deep I feel her cervix keeping me from going any further. I put two of my fingers in my mouth, covering them in my saliva before placing them on her clit, pressing down just like she likes it and moving in quick little circles. Her hips buck into my hand and my dick pushes slightly deeper.
“Come for me. Take me over the edge with you, baby.”
I pinch her clit and her orgasm barrels through her. She squeezes her eyes shut and presses her hands down hard over her mouth, her perfect pussy tightens and spasms over my cock, clamping down and forcing my orgasm from me. I thrust in deep, grabbing her hips and pulling her further onto me as I come, unloading inside her before collapsing on top of her.
“Fuck, I hate to say it, but I like you jealous.”
She laughs, her body rumbling underneath me.
I stand up to pull out of her, silently hoping like hell I don’t pull out all of my cum in the process, only to see a streak of blood covering my dick and a bit on Ivy.
“Shit, baby did I hurt you?” My hands go to the side of her thighs, forcing her heels on the edge of my desk.
“Fuck, Sawyer, this isn’t the gynecologist, stop it.” She sits up on her elbows and puts her legs back down, but I don’t move from between them. I rub my hands up her sides, not looking away.
“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”
“I probably started my period. I’m sorry. I’ll go get you some wet paper towels.”
She goes to get up but I press her back down on my desk.
“Like hell you will. And don’t apologize for something like this again. Don’t. Move.” I point at her as I start to walk away to my ensuite bathroom. I wet some paper towels, making a mental note to get some feminine wipes and products to have on hand in my office for her.
“I can do it, Sawyer.” She reaches her hand out to take the paper towel from me. My gaze softens as I look at her and sigh. She’s going to let me in completely someday.
“I know you can . But I want to.” She relents and I wipe her as gently as possible before picking her up and righting her dress. I push her into my chair and walk to my bathroom again to clean myself up.
I get myself tucked away and join her back in my office. She’s right where I left her, looking flushed and so beautiful. I walk up to her and kiss her forehead before shutting my laptop and pulling her to stand.
“Let’s get going.” She gives me a questioning look before making a show of looking at her watch.
“I just fucked you on my desk, and whether you started your period or I fucked you so hard you bled, I’m taking you home, we’re going to watch whatever you want, eat whatever you want, take a bath, and then I’m going to hold you until you fall asleep. Don’t bother arguing. Go get your ass in the truck.”
She shakes her head and sighs before listening to me without argument. It must be an early Christmas miracle.
We get outside the distillery and Ivy heads to her jeep. I should have known better. She may not have verbally protested but she was still going to be difficult.
I walk up behind her before bending and picking her up bridal style and carrying her to my truck, making sure she doesn’t flash her bare ass to anyone around.
“I said truck. Not jeep.”
“Ugh. Whatever. Take me home.”
I stop walking and look down at her.
“That’s the second time you’ve called my place home. The first time it was questionable what you meant, but right now there’s no confusing the context.”
“I said what I said, Sawyer. Let’s go.”
I close my eyes for a brief moment and let happiness run through me.
I just hope she means it.