Page 49 of In League with Ivy

“There’s only one kind of squatting one should do,” Liam said.

“And what’s that?” Chase asked, joining us suddenly and taking me by surprise.

He reached in for my hand, and a spark traveled up my arm.

“I was about to say that the only good squat is the one that lands one on a nice big…”

I pushed Liam’s shoulder gently. “Keep it clean. This is Chase’s mother’s birthday.”

Chase laughed. “Can I steal Ivy for a moment?”

Liam stepped away. “I’ve got to find that husband of mine before he falls into the cake. He’s not supposed to be having sugar.”

I turned to Chase. “Where are we going?”

“To dance.”

I frowned. “Dance? Like a waltz?”

Chase nodded and stretched out his arm, wearing a sultry grin that made my knees weak.

He led me back into the ballroom, where mainly older guests glided around making it look easy. The waltz was anything but.

On a pole or Freeform dancing while pretending to be a ballerina on crack was one thing, but delicate, graceful gliding was another.

“You better lead,” I said. “Because I’m not too good at this.”

He placed his hand around my waist, drawing me so close that our chests rubbed and his designer belt sat against my stomach.

I fell into a trance. My feet didn’t seem to touch the ground.

“You’re good at this,” I said as we floated along.

“That’s because you’re easy to lead.”

“I’m not normally,” I said.

He jerked his head back to look at me. “We are talking about dancing?”

“Mm… maybe.” I grinned.

“That’s why I like you. A lot.”

“A lot?” I asked.

“Why does that surprise you?”

“Well, we haven’t really spent much time talking.”

“No. We haven’t. But I’m happy to start now. If you like.”

I nuzzled into his warm neck. “Later.”

As we moved around in a dream, I felt his dick growing against my stomach.

“I haven’t shown you the rest of the house, have I?” he asked.

“No. The last time I was here, you dragged me into the study and fucked me against the wall.”

He grimaced. “I was impatient and ravenous in those days.”

“And now?” I asked.