Page 68 of Lonely Heart

“This is… Marco, this is…” Her shoulders fell, her smile communicating what she seemed to be having trouble doing with words. “This is so special. It means everything to me.”

“I’m glad.”

She put the decorative tin holding the cheesecakes right beside the rose. Then she came in my direction, closed her door, and flipped the lock. The next thing I knew, she threw herself into my arms and kissed me. “You are so good to me.”

“I wish I would have been good to you sooner, if that kind of kiss is what I get in return.”

Ivy arched a gorgeous brow. “Oh, that kiss is just the beginning.”

“Of what?”

“Of what you’re getting in return.”

My gorgeous woman didn’t give me a chance to respond before her hands were working at the fly of my jeans as she walked me backward until my body was leaning against the wall.

She didn’t waste time, quickly freed me and, in a move that I hadn’t been anticipating, she dropped to her knees in front of me. “You’ve gotten me that dessert over there. And I know I’m going to love it, but I always like a main course before I indulge.”

I balled my hands into fists at my sides, the vision of Ivy on her knees in front of me something I hadn’t realized I needed in my life. “I’d never want to deny you, Princess. Take all you want. There’s plenty of me for you to get your fill.”

Ivy’s mouth quirked, a gleam in her eyes as she stroked. “I’m a lucky girl, aren’t I? All of this is for me. Who knew you had this hidden from me all these years?”

I wasn’t exactly thrilled Ivy hadn’t had the opportunity to discover this part of me. “My apologies.”

She licked her lips before brushing them against the tip. Then she parted them and took me in her mouth. My head dropped back against the wall, my hands reaching down to touch her. One hand covered hers that was resting near my hip, the other threaded through the strands of her hair.

For several moments, I closed my eyes and simply relished the feel of what she was doing to me. Her mouth. Her beautiful mouth, warm and wet, was filled with me. And she was making it clear just how much she appreciated that I hadn’t forgotten the holiday.

I dropped my head forward, looked down at her, and couldn’t stop my fingers from pressing in just a bit.

God, she was incredible.

So pretty.

So unbelievably sexy.

And easily fulfilling just one of the many fantasies I’d had recently of her.

Ivy sucked and licked, lifting her eyes to look at me as she did. Her pace went from slow to fast, to slow to steady. She hollowed her cheeks and took me in deep. And when I’d heard her moan far too many times, an indication she was turned on by what she was doing for me, I couldn’t hold myself back.

I eventually reached down while simultaneously pulling my hips back.

When Ivy was standing in front of me again, she asked, “Was it… Did you not enjoy it?”

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, my lips against hers. “You’re amazing. But I’m not sure I’ve told you yet how many times I’ve fantasized about fucking you in these skirts and dresses you wear to work. I want you over your desk.”

I felt the shudder move through her.

Whether she’d ever had the thought on her own, I didn’t know, but it was clear she didn’t have a problem with it.

As I kissed her mouth, I walked her over to her desk and urged her onto it. My hands went to her legs just above her knees and trailed up her thighs, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. I pushed it up as high as it would go, slid my hands up farther, and gripped the fabric of her underwear. I slid those down her legs, tossed them onto the desk behind her, and brought my fingers between her legs.

Ivy wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and whimpered, her forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Oh, Marco,” she moaned.

I took some time to work my fingers between Ivy’s legs, playing and teasing, wanting to build her up.

I knew I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do when my fingers were soaked, and she was begging. “Marco, please.”

Refusing to deny either of us another minute longer, I helped her off the desk, spun her around, and urged her to bend over the edge of it. Ivy complied, squirming in front of me, her ass rearing back against me.