Page 76 of Lonely Heart

Ivy laughed again. “Okay, so maybe I wanted to do that, too.”

Closing my eyes, I let out a deep sigh and smiled. All these years, and I never knew this woman had all of this inside her.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’m up for your game. Whenever you have the urge to play, you just let me know, Princess.”

She squirmed on top of me, brought her mouth back to my ear, and bit down on the lobe. “Have I told you how much I love it when you call me that?”

If it was even half as much as I loved what she was doing to me now, I’d fully understand why it made her happy.

I groaned. “We need to switch.”

“Why? Don’t you like this?”

“You’re talking very tough for someone who hasn’t had my hands on her just yet,” I warned her.

I felt her body shudder on top of mine just before she slid off me. I gave her an assessing stare, smirked, and reached for the oil. “Am I doing your front?”

Her eyes widened, and she quickly rolled over.

Then I squirted some oil onto her back. Much the same as she’d done with me, I leaned forward, pressed my chest against her back, and whispered in her ear. “I like how creative you’ve become with our lunch hour, Princess. I just hope you realize what you’ve signed up for, because I’m going to leave you desperate for me before we leave this room in less than an hour. And I get the feeling, you’re going to be seeking me out to have lunch with you every day.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I pressed a kiss to her cheek and started working my hands along the muscles in her back. All she could do was let out a moan of pleasure.

And before she walked out of that room to return to work, I made sure she’d be as unproductive throughout the rest of her day as I anticipated I would be.

IVY

Things got easier.

And better.

It seemed impossible that I could go from believing I was at the peak of happiness to realizing it was just part of a steady climb to something bigger.

For all the trouble I thought we’d encounter throughout our days at work, Marco and I found ways to be who we wanted for each other without compromising our secret.

And while there was a small part of me that didn’t like that I was hiding it from nearly every person in my family, there was a much bigger part of me that was enjoying the thrill of it all.

Not the thrill of the deception, of course.

Just the giddiness and excitement of being with Marco, of finding ways to connect with him throughout the day. Obviously, he’d visited me in my office once or twice since Valentine’s Day. But since we didn’t want to draw anyone’s attention, we had to find ways to be creative. Three times now, I’d texted Marco just before lunch and told him to meet me in one of the hotel rooms. And each time after the first time, when he got there, I had a fun lunch hour planned for us. We ate and had sex and laughed and played. It was wonderful, and my days were so much more enjoyable now than they’d ever been.

Then there were days like today. Days when I couldn’t wait until lunchtime to see him, to have him. So, I sought him out in the villas.

And Marco didn’t hesitate to show how much he liked when I surprised him this way.

I stepped inside the villa, where I knew he was working, and found him alone. He stood from where he was putting the finishing touches on the kitchen, allowed his eyes to roam over me from top to toe, and prowled in my direction. After learning how much he appreciated the effort I put into my professional attire, I took extra care each day to select something that I believed he’d love. His reaction never disappointed me.

Without a word, he slid his arm around my waist to haul me close. His hand drifted down to my ass and squeezed as his mouth captured mine. “Hey, Princess. I was wondering when you were going to send me a text or come find me today.”

Warmth moved through me. I loved that he looked forward to having these moments with me each day as much as I enjoyed having them with him. “I didn’t want to wait until lunch to see you.”

His palm rubbed circles on my ass. “Mmm. I could eat now.”

“You want me to get us a room and order something?” I asked.

A smile spread across his face, and he shook his head. “No. I have something here that’ll work.”

Before I could say anything, Marco took me by the hand and led me out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the bedroom. We made it to the master suite, and he spun me around, my back landing against the wall.