Page 16 of Ivory Obsession
The first light of dawn spilled through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her skin. There she was, Jade, curled up on the bed, a serene expression on her face. It messed with my head, how different this morning felt. That bed never held more than cold sheets and the ghosts of last night’s sins. But here she was, a quiet storm sleeping next to me, her dark hair spread out on the pillow.
“Jade,” I whispered, though not loud enough to wake her. Last night wasn’t just skin on skin; there was something else, something that could either be my damnation or salvation.
As the city stirred awake below, so did she. Her eyes, clear and focused, always scanning the horizon for the next discovery, now blinked lazily at me. She hadn’t heard me slip out of bed to get breakfast ready and I assumed she was hungry.
“Morning,” she murmured, stretching like a cat, unaware of the chaos she could unleash in my world.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked, even though the answer lay in the softness of her smile.
“Better than I have in a long time,” she replied, and I wondered if I could say the same.
I ushered her out to the terrace where the New York skyline was a backdrop to our breakfast. She wore nothing but her panties and it was really hard to keep my eyes off her. But I served myself coffee and told myself that this was a great chance for us to talk, though what I really wanted to do was fuck her again.
I should’ve probably asked if she wanted to borrow some clothes, but I really liked looking at her like this.
The table was set with precision; delicate pastries were arranged alongside fruit, and the coffee smelled like promises and power plays.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice a gentle hum over the noise of the city. She reached for a croissant, not bothering with a plate, and bit into it, the flaky crust scattering over her bare thighs. I couldn’t help but watch as she brushed off the crumbs, her fingers swift and sure. “Last night was…unexpected.”
I smiled at her. “You had fun?”
“Yes,” she replied. “A lot of fun.”
“So did I. Jade,” I started, pouring us both a cup. “We’ve got a good thing here, you and I.” She looked at me, curiosity lighting up her features. “Our connection...it’s rare. And I’m not just talking about what happens behind closed doors.”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowing slightly as she waited for me to continue.
“Your brain, your work with biotech—it’s groundbreaking. And I’ve got resources, connections. Together, we could create something untouchable, unbreakable.”
“You’re talking about work already? I haven’t even finished my coffee.”
“Please,” I replied. “We both know you’re just as obsessed as I am. I mean, probably more, since you’ve dedicated your entire life to studying it.”
“True,” Jade conceded, setting down her cup with a soft clink against the glass tabletop. “But there’s something we need to address before we go any further.”
“What’s that?” I leaned back in my chair, watching her.
“My NDA with BioHQ,” she said, her eyes not leaving mine. “It’s ironclad. I can’t just share sensitive information, even if...well, even if it’s with you.”
“Understandable,” I replied, my mind already turning over the legalities. “But there are ways around that. We can draft a new NDA, one that covers both of us, tailored for our partnership. It won’t conflict with your existing commitments but will ensure our collaboration is protected.”
“Can we do that?” The question came out tinged with hope, and it struck me how much she wanted this—how much she believed in what we could achieve together.
“Yes. We’ll have it navigate the parameters of your current agreement with BioHQ, keep everything above board. Our partnership will remain as confidential as necessary.” I watched as the tension eased from her shoulders, her posture relaxing slightly.
“Right, but you still haven’t told me what kind of partnership you want. You didn’t just get into bed with me because you wanted to talk business, did you?” she asked, a horrified look crossing over her face. “Wait. You’re not like, a science groupie, are you?”
I smiled. “I don’t think that’s a thing. And no, look, I’m just…entrepreneurial. It’s how I’ve managed to expand my father’s fortune. You’re here, and I figured you would like to talk more about this than about…I don’t know, any awkwardness around last night.”
“Ah,” she said, not quite meeting my gaze. “That’s...much better than being a science groupie.”
“Good,” I said, inching close to her and putting a hooked finger behind her chin. “But if you prefer, Jade, I can talk about how hot you are. How fucking tight your pussy is.”
“I—,” she started, then cleared her throat. “That isn’t necessary.”
“No?” I asked, my grin widening. Her bluster was adorable, and I couldn’t help teasing her.
“Absolutely not,” she insisted. But her eyes were glinting with intrigue and something else...desire. Her nipples got hard at my words. It took a lot of willpower to continue talking business when I wanted to make her come again and again again.