Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(67)

“Why can I not keep my hands off you, Ivy?” I groan as our tongues collide.

“I like your hands on me.” She moans as I move my lips to her neck and begin kissing down the tender skin.

“Do you have time for my hands to be in you before you have to meet the girls?” I ask as my fingers find her hip and press hard.

“I have ten minutes. Can you be quick?” she asks as my teeth nip her neck which sends goosebumps over her skin. “I’m always late, and the girls call me out on it. Oh God …” She moans as I press my hardness against her. “And don’t mess up my clothes. Otherwise, they will know exactly what I’ve been up to, and I’m so not prepared for that conversation.” I still as I look down at her.

“Have you not told your friends about me?” I ask a little hurt over this news.

“Yes. They know I’m seeing you. You’re not my dirty little secret,” she tells me.

Phew, for a minute there I thought she had kept us quiet, and that made me feel … oh shit! Her hand cups my cock, and I hiss at the connection.

“Be quick,” she says, grabbing my junk and looking directly at me.

“You know I don’t normally like fucking you quickly.”

“All this talking means less time your dick is in me,” she states, placing her hands on her hips. Well, fuck me, if that isn’t an incentive and a half.

“Hands on my desk, Ivy,” I say through gritted teeth. She does as she’s told and wiggles her peachy ass at me. My hand comes down with a hard slap which makes her squeal before I pull up her skirt. Ivy’s underwear is nothing but a scrap of fabric, and I place my hand on the middle of her back and make her bend over more. I unbuckle myself, and I’m hard as a rock when I pull myself from my boxers and give my dick a good couple of pumps. Then I lick my hand and move her underwear to the side with my knuckles and place it between her thighs.

I slide my dick through her folds, which pulls gasps from her lips. Only when she’s wet enough do I push myself all the way in with one deep thrust. We both curse when I enter her. My fingers dig into her hips, and I’m conscious of her timeframe, then I begin to fuck her quickly. My hand keeps her ass in position as I give her everything I have.

“Touch yourself, Ivy,” I growl out as I focus everything on fucking her. Ivy’s hand moves between us, and I can feel her fingers sliding against her as I enter her repeatedly. She furiously begins to circle her clit, and both of us are concentrating on finding the quickest release.

She’s the first to fall over the edge, and her pussy clamps down hard onto my dick until I can’t take it any longer and follow her.

I pull myself free and tuck my dick away while she pulls her skirt down and turns around on unsteady legs. I hand her some tissues to clean herself up with. She takes them, quickly uses them, and then throws them into my bin.

“Thanks for that!” She grins, grabbing her tablet and placing it in her bag. “Got to go,” she says, placing a kiss on my cheek and walking out my office door.

“Hey, wait! Let me walk you out. I’m finished for the night anyway. I’m meeting up with the boys for a drink,” I relay as I jog to catch up, and when I do, I reach out and take her hand. Thankfully, everyone has left for the evening, so no one’s here to witness what just happened.

We ride down the elevator to the ground floor, and I walk her out through the foyer to the street before pulling her into my arms and kissing her one last time. “Have fun tonight.”

“You, too,” she says.

“You sure you don’t want me to come over later? We can snuggle,” I ask, pouting.

Ivy rolls her eyes. “Fine! I’ll text you when I’m ready to go home.” She grins before moving from my arms and giving me a wave then disappearing down the street.

I’m so pussy-whipped for that girl.

I tuck my hands in my pockets and head over to my local pub where my friends, Jasper Fox, Daniel DuPont, and Alistair King, are waiting for me. I’ve known Jasper and Alistair since prep school. All our families are friends.

Jasper is a Lord, thanks to his father’s lineage. He works in investments in the city, mainly looking after his family’s money and creating more.

Alistair King owns the best nightclubs all around the world, and we’ve worked together on a couple of joint projects.

And the last member of our group is Daniel DuPont—the Frenchie—who’s the brother of the famous artist, Louis Marchant, who he manages as well as hosts other famous artists.

“Finally! What took you so long?” Alistair calls out when he sees me walk in. I shuck off my coat and throw it down beside me.

“The question is … who made you late?” Jasper adds, teasing me with a knowing smirk.

“Ivy?” Daniel asks.

“Yes, I showed her my office.” The boys all laugh over their beers at how my comment sounded. “She’s redesigning my office, and it was the first chance she’s had to come over and take a look at it.”

“I thought you liked your office?” Alistair asks.

“Never thought about it until I saw her office, and then I realized I haven’t changed anything since taking over from my dad. Ivy called my office a ‘boys’ club meets cigar lounge.’”

Jasper chuckles. “Yep, it does look like that.”