Dirty Money(17)

     



 

"We just met," I stammer, even as he gives me another lick that sends shudders through my body. Ooooh.

He shoots me a scorching look over my skirt. "And every moment I've had  to wait to put my mouth on you has been a thousand years. So I'm gonna  savor this right now." His hand flattens on my hip and he drops his head  again, and I feel his lips brush over my clit.

A little cry escapes. That feels so incredible. His lips feel soft and  yet firm as he sucks gently at my clit, and I can't help but undulate  against him as he does that. The breath is hissing from my lungs each  time he licks or sucks at my flesh, until I'm practically riding his  face, and intense tension is ratcheting up through my body. I'm going to  scream. I'm going to explode. I'm going to shatter into a thousand  pieces and no one will ever be able to put me back together again.

Instead, I come, and come hard and wet, all over his tongue. I'm a  little shocked at how intensely my body has reacted, because this is the  first time I've ever, well, had a liquid rush. But this has also been  my most intense sexual experience to date . . .

And it's still going. He hasn't let up, even though I'm quivering with  rolling wave after rolling wave of orgasm. "Boone," I gasp, and my hand  goes to his hair, to try and pull his head up and away from my thighs so  I can catch a break.

He's not stopping, though. That beard's rubbing all over my most  sensitive parts and his tongue and lips won't stop working my clit over.  I yank on his hair to try and pull him up, but in the next moment, I  knot my fingers in his thick mane and hold him against my pussy because  I'm coming hard and fast again, choking his name out as I do.

This time, as I gasp for air, he eases up slowly, giving me one last  possessive lick before raising his head. His lips and his beard are wet  from my juices, and as I watch, he rubs a hand over his mouth like a  savage. "Mine, Ivy," he growls. "That pussy's all fucking mine. You hear  me?"

All I can do is gasp for breath and gaze up at him, utterly spent.





Chapter Seven



Boone

Ivy's flustered and silent on the way back to her office, but I'm  feeling smug. I've still got the sweet taste of her on my mouth, and  there's a big wet spot on the backseat that tells me just how hard I  made her come. Of course, Ivy's embarrassed by it, but that's because  she's a lady.

Me? I ain't no gentleman. Maybe a gentleman wouldn't have claimed his  woman in the driveway of a stranger's house, but I couldn't resist her  for any longer. The way she looked at me through her lashes? Made me  absolutely fucking crazy. Touching her as we went through the house, her  small hand on my arm? It felt like heaven and hell both at once-because  she was near, but my mouth wasn't on her.

And now that I've tasted her? I'm going to need her, and often. She came  hard for me, and so pretty and flushed as she did, too. I made her  wetter than the ocean. Ain't no faking that.

I'll let her be a little shy for now if it makes her more comfortable.  I'm claiming her again, though, and soon. I didn't come, myself. Even  though my cock is hard and aching with need for her, I can wait. Ivy's  skittish. She needs me to go a bit slower. She needs a bed for her first  time with me so I can take my time and do everything I want to her  sweet body. I can jerk off for one more night or two.

After that, though, I want her in my bed. I want my hands buried in her  hair, my mouth on her tits, my cock in her cunt. That's what I want. I  think that's what she wants, too; she's just too shy to admit it.

Lucky for her, I ain't shy.

Ivy parks the car at the curb. She doesn't turn it off, just smooths her  hair like it's going to somehow get all proper in its bun again.  There's strands escaping everywhere and she's licked all of her lipstick  off. Her mouth is swollen from my kisses and she looks like she's been  well fucked, even if my dick hasn't been inside her yet. And I like  seeing her like that. Makes me all possessive and hungry for her.

"You ain't gonna fix it perfect again," I tell her. "Everyone's going to  know you've been fooling around with me." Of course, I like that. I  like branding her as mine.         

     



 

She shoots me a cool look and then turns her attention back to the  rearview mirror. "I think you should pass on that house," Ivy says after  a moment. "You can do much better."

"I know. But if you liked it, I wanted to see it." She's got a strand of  hair at her nape that's touching her neck, and I reach out and brush it  away. Then, because I like touching her, I drag my finger along her  soft skin.

She shivers and a little moan escapes her. Then, she gives herself a  little shake, like she's focusing, and turns to me. "Boone, we can't do  things like that."

"It was a bit of a risk in the driveway, I admit, but I thought it added  a fun element to things." She has the tiniest earlobes, and I can't  resist stroking one of them, too.

"Not that part, though it's definitely on the list of things we  shouldn't have done, either. I mean me and you, together." She bites her  lip and then gives me a sad look. "You're my client-"

"Then I'm firin' you."

Her eyes go wide and she pales immediately. Her hand presses to her mouth, and her fingers are almost as white as her face.

Fuck, that was the wrong thing to say. "I'm kiddin', darlin'. I ain't firing you."

She takes a long, slow breath and nods.

Damn. I really fucked up just then. I put my hand on the back of her  neck and squeeze it, just a little. "Here's the thing. I want you. I  want a house. I plan on getting both. Does it matter if you're the one  that sells me the house or not?"

"It's not professional-"

"Baby, no one can say that you are anything but professional."

A little color returns to her cheeks. "Can we . . . can we keep things  private for a bit between us? It'd make me more comfortable."

I narrow my eyes at her. "You mean you wanna hide your dirty roughneck boyfriend from your hoity-toity coworkers?"

"No," she says firmly, and her hand goes to my knee. She gives it a  little squeeze that I swear I can feel right in my groin. "It's because I  don't want them giving me lip for dating a client, and I could get  fired."

The look on her face tells me that this is important to her, maybe as  important to her as she is to me. Fair enough. "We'll do it your way for  now, then."

She nods slowly. "Since my boss already thinks you are my boyfriend, we  just won't let him know that I'm also selling you a house. In the  meantime, I'll look for other places we can check out."

"That's fine with me, but I want you to keep one thing in mind." I  stroke my thumb on her neck, just behind her ear, and love that she  shivers from that small touch.

"What's that?"

"Don't pick out a place you think I would like. Pick out a place you  would like. Not me. And spare no expense. Let's not go cheap on this  next one."

Her brows go up. "Cheap? That was a two-million-dollar house."

"Yeah, and it looked like ass. If we have to go twenty million or fifty  million, then that's what we do. My only request is that it look  impressive and that it makes you mad wet."

Ivy's blush tells me that my command probably isn't far from the truth. "You're terrible."

"No, I'm bold." I lean in closer. "I know you said you thought you liked me for my wallet, but we both know that's a lie."

"It is?" There's a fragile note to her voice and her gaze flicks to my mouth, over and over again.

I bet she's all wet for me right now, and the thought makes me salivate.  "You like me because I know what I want and I take it. I don't worry  about being nice. I don't worry about being proper. I don't give a damn  about any of that shit. All I give a damn about is you and making you  come on my tongue."

Her lips part and she's breathing hard now. I wish she wasn't wearing a  jacket, because I'd love to see her little nipples straining against her  shirt. I'm tempted to put my hand under her skirt again and finger-fuck  her until she comes again, but we're in front of her office.         

     



 

And while I plan on pushing Ivy past several of her limits, that's one I don't think she'd appreciate.

"Boone," she whispers, and I can hear the ache in her voice. "We shouldn't do this in front of my job."

"I know, baby. That's the only reason I don't have your legs over my  shoulders again." At her sexy little moan, my cock strains against my  jeans. They're tight as fuck at the moment and I'm dying for release.

Not right now, though. Time has to be right.

She watches me, dazed and breathless, before removing my hand from its  possessive clasp on her neck. She's pulling back. For now, I'll let her.  Ivy smooths a hand over her hair again. "Can I have my panties back  now?"

"Those are mine. Spoils of war."

Her eyes widen. "You can't keep them."