“Oh, don’t you worry. After what that asshole did to Danny, I won’t go anywhere near it.”
“What about your car?”
“Shit.” Heaven’s gaze shot to Ian’s.
“Ask Isaac to take you by there. He can follow you to your sister’s.”
Heaven actually clapped, as though that was the best news she’d heard all month.
She grabbed me then, threw her arms around my neck. “I’ll see you soon, right? When this is over, you and Dante’ll be back home?”
“That’s the plan.” Though I didn’t really know what the plan was at this point.
Heaven squeezed me once, then released me before hugging Ian. “Thank you again for everything. I really appreciate it. I had fun.”
“You promised to grace us with your presence,” he said.
“As long as I don’t have to cook.”
“Right.”
Then she was gone, out the door, down the steps. Ian and I stood there, staring after her for the longest time. My body warmed at his nearness, though I wasn’t sure why he was there other than to get Heaven.
“I’ve always loved this room,” he said absently, walking over to one of the bookshelves.
“I do, too.” I walked over to the recliner, sat on the edge of the cushion, waiting to see if this was going somewhere.
“You know what would make me love it more?” he asked, turning slowly to face me.
I waited, knowing he would tell me.
“Your mouth on my cock.”
Heat swam through me, making my fingers tingle. I swallowed hard, met his emerald-green gaze.
Some people might consider his request crude, but my desire to pleasure him was so great, it was the best opportunity I’d been presented with lately. I couldn’t explain the ache I had for him, the need that had yet to be sated. I’d tried to figure out a way to broach the subject, to see if there was the option of spending more time with him, but the timing never seemed to be right.
He was clearly waiting for me to say something, his black eyebrow lifting.
“It would be my pleasure, Sir.”
He crooked his finger, a silent order for me to come to him.
“Bring a pillow.”
I snagged one of the throw pillows from the recliner, dropped on the floor at his feet.
Ian leaned over, kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, unexpected and it took hold of my heart and twisted. I wanted to spend the rest of the day right here, in his arms, his lips locked on mine. Unfortunately, he stopped too soon for my liking.
“Strip,” he murmured against my mouth. “Do it slowly. Let me watch you.”
I was almost certain that was a plea in his tone.
“Yes, Sir.”
I stepped back, slowly discarded my T-shirt and shorts, placing each piece on the checkerboard after I peeled it off. My bra and panties followed. All the while, his hot gaze raked over me, moving sensually as though he was memorizing me for later.
God, how had this distance come between us? I couldn’t help but wonder if Heaven had been the reason Ian and I had yet to connect. But then I would think about the distance he kept with her. None of it made sense.
“Beautiful.” He patted the edge of the desk.
Slightly confused about the direction this was taking, I hesitated a second before walking over to the desk and scooting up onto it. My butt squeaked on the shiny wood, my eyes shooting to the cushion he’d had me place on the floor. I lifted my gaze to his, saw the heat there.
“Lie back,” he ordered.
I did.
“Grab your ankles. Hold on to them and spread your legs.”
I did this, too, my body trembling with excitement as my most intimate parts were opened for his perusal.
His fingers slid through my slick folds. “Such a pretty pussy.”
I moaned low in my throat. “Thank you, Sir.”
Ian took his time, making me wait as he stared at my pussy, using his fingers to make me melt. He rubbed my clit, pushed one finger inside me, pulled it out. Over and over, not nearly enough attention on any one spot to get me going, but enough to make me yearn.
“No plug.”
“No, Sir. I’m to wear it three hours a day. One hour at a time.”
“Did you meet your quota yet today?”
“No, Sir. I’m going to wear it before dinner.”
He looked up at my face. “Good girl.”
His fingers teased me again, making me sigh.
“I have to say, I haven’t had nearly enough time with you since you got here.”
At least we were on the same page there. “I agree, Sir.”
His eyes met mine, held, and there was so much emotion reflecting back I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“I thought you were spending time with Heaven,” I said on a heavy exhale when he pushed a finger inside me.
“Not as much as you’d think.”
“May I ask why not?”
His eyes lingered on my face, but he didn’t answer, instead redirecting. “I think you deserve a reward.”
