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I’m no longer sure if I’m talking about the food on her plate or myself. But no matter what she takes from what I just said, it will both result in me feeding her my cum.

Ivory’s lips return to the plate, but this time when she drags her tongue over the porcelain, she keeps her eyes up. And she doesn’t lick up food either. Instead, the flat of her tongue just runs over the plate to the very edge.

Adjusting my pace to the licks of her tongue, I don’t order her back when she crawls a step closer to the edge of the table.

“Feed me,” she breathes out.

Fuck me.

My movement gets choppy and I lean back against the chair, pushing my hips forward.

“Please. Feed me, Derek.” Ivy’s voice is still hushed, but the second she stretches out her tongue, I’m fucking finished.

A guttural groan filling my throat, I grab the back of her head with one hand, and guide my cock with the other. She’s a bit too far from the chair, so my cum doesn’t only land in her mouth but paints her lips and cheeks too, some dripping down her chin.

Watching her tongue dart out to gather up as much as she can, is a gift from the gods that I don’t believe in.

Releasing my cock, I grab her chin, wiping my cum upwards with my thumb and pressing it into her mouth. Her teeth scrape across my knuckles, but I couldn’t care less.

“Oh, I’m gonna keep you.” I murmur quietly.

Ivory lets out a breathy laugh. She probably thinks I’m joking, but I’m not. I will fucking keep her.

Chapter twenty eight

Ivory

“You can’t just gift me a car, that’s not how it works.”

Derek rolls his eyes and sighs.

“It’s not a gift, Ivory, I just don’t want you to walk around the city by yourself all the time and since you don’t want me to drive you everywhere—” He looks like he honestly doesn’t see where the problem is with that. I know Ez is driving Rose around all the time, and I’ve never heard her complain, but I’m not Rose and this is… not like what they have. We are not dating, we’re just playing pretend.

Derek gently nudges me towards the front door, and I quickly grab my jacket from one of the hooks in the hallway.

“I just don’t want to be a burden to you.” I grit out, avoiding his gaze.

He half swallows an annoyed groan, probably guessing that it would only make me fight this harder if he let it grow into the full blown grumble-curses I can see in his green eyes.

“That’s why I got the car.” He explains in what could be a calm voice if it wasn’t so pressed. “Look, Sweetheart, it runs under my name and I picked out the platenumber, now can you please relax and just take it to get to work today and go food shopping on your way back home?”

“What?” My eyebrows shoot up.

Derek is really holding onto his restraints, his jaw muscles feathering when he presses his teeth together.

“I know you don’t have food at your house so please go and buy something you can take to work with you tomorrow.”

I can only stare at him.

He can’t possibly know that I don’t have food at home. Hell, I’m not even sure about that. Maybe my mom made food?

Unlikely.

Shushing the small voice in the back of my head, I draw a breath to tell Derek to fuck off and mind his own business, but he interrupts me.

“Please, Ivory. I don’t have time to cook you anything today, and I need you to eat something so: either you go food shopping, or I will order you food to your house. What’s it gonna be?”

Mouth gaping open, I process his words.