Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(64)

“Is that so?”

“So I’ve been told. Shall we see if it works?” I ask as I slide another finger inside her and caress her inner walls until she’s wriggling over my hand. “Am I getting closer?” Ivy nods as her fingers dig into my shoulders.

My fingers continue working her over, my thumb sliding across her clit as she begins riding my hand. “Closer?” I repeat, and she groans her response, making me smile.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as her nails dig into my skin when she comes apart all over my hand.

I will never get sick of hearing Ivy come.

“You’re so naughty.” Ivy giggles as she slides against me, pulling a moan from my lips.

“You like it, though?”

“I do,” she confesses, still wrapped around me.

“That means you like me too?”

“I do,” she declares.

“Good! Now, I want to see you on your knees with your lips wrapped around my cock.” I wrap my hand around her ponytail and pull her head back. Those green eyes widen in panic for a millisecond before heat fills them. She crawls off my lap and onto her knees, unbuttons my jeans, and pulls them to the floor along with my boxers. My dick’s standing tall, aching for her mouth, then moments later my dick is sinking into a cavern of warmth and wetness.

I stare down at her, and my heart blooms at how gorgeous she looks choking on my dick. I can’t stop staring at this woman. How did I get so lucky that this beautiful woman would want me, let alone want me enough to be on her knees for me? Then a jolt hits me, and next thing I know, I’m pulling her up and back onto my lap.

“I should be the one worshiping you, Ivy. I’m supposed to be on my knees for you,” I tell her.

“I want to, though,” she says.

“I know. But you deserve the world, and I want to give it to you,” I proclaim while nuzzling her neck. The next thing I know, Ivy is sliding down my dick, and I swear I see stars. Ivy holds my face with her hands as she slowly moves against me.

“I don’t know what’s in store for us in the future, Alex, but what I do know is no one has ever made me feel as wanted or as safe as you do. Brick by brick you’re pulling down my defenses, and I know it’s a long process—”

“You’re worth it.”

“Never thought I was until you,” she states, cupping my face and kissing me tenderly as she moves. I wrap my arms around her tightly and kiss her as if she’s the air I need to breathe. Slowly, we enjoy each other, connected as one. Both of us telling the other how much we care with the simple use of our bodies. I have never felt more connected to anyone than I do right now.

“Ivy, I want there to be a you and me,” I confess.

“I do too.”

“I know we said we don’t want labels, but I can’t not put a label on us. I need the world to know Ivy Starr is mine, and I’m hers.”

“I want that too, Alex …” she replies softly.

Damn! I think I can hear the but coming—I’ve pushed her too far. I knew I’d let myself run away with my thoughts.

“I want what we have to stay between us a little longer. I’m protecting what we have. You know once people know, the press will be on it, and—”

“You’re right,” I agree with her. The media attention surrounding her nomination for the award will be overshadowed by us dating. “I’m sorry. It’s just I’m so damn happy,” I confess.

“I am too,” she says, agreeing as we continue to slowly join. “After the awards night, I’m all yours.”

“Is that so?” I reply, grinning.

Well, that’s not long away.

What’s another couple of weeks?

“Yep. And I will gladly shout it from the rooftops that I’m yours,” Ivy affirms as she begins riding me.

Fuck, yes!





Nate sent me a message to meet him before dinner. So I left Ivy in the shower after round two.

“Never thought you’d finish fucking Ivy,” Nate states, sitting on his bed. He’s stepped out of the shower and is only wearing his jeans while typing away on his phone.

“Don’t be a dick.” I slam his bedroom door closed.

He raises a brow and smirks. “Anyway, on the table is Ivy’s membership to the club.”

“Thank you.”

Nate waves away my thanks. “Jackson Connolly has dug up some dirt on the Holdsworth family. Seems like the golden boy, Kevin, has been getting someone to do some creative accounting with the company’s books … buying his mistress an apartment in Belgravia just down the road from his marital home. Also seems like Steve has a bit of a gambling addiction and owes some bad people a lot of money. He’s cooked his books so he can use the profits from his company to pay for his gambling habit,” Nate explains.

“How do we prove all this?” I ask.

“We can’t get them on the above stuff, just thought you’d like to know.” Nate laughs, which makes me frown. How the hell are we meant to take them down then? “What Jackson did find is that they have borrowed too much money from the bank, and with the markets unstable at the moment, the bank is getting nervous that they’re only paying the interest component on their loans. The bank has opened an audit on the company to see if it’s worth more than the loan, and unfortunately, due to inept management and out-of-control egos on the brothers’ part to win at all costs, the bank has realized that the company is not worth shit.” Well, damn. “Which means the bank is calling in on their debts and guess who can’t pay them?”