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“Need you to come again,” I tell her. “Harrison doesn’t get all the sweetness.”
“I’m so close,” she says breathlessly. “How can I be so close again?”
“Because this greedy pussy needsthreemen,” I tell her. “Because you deserve more. You deserveus.”
“God yes. I do. I need you all so much.”
I lean in and suck on a nipple.
“Oh,god,” she moans. Then slides her hand between us, finding her clit.
Her pussy clenches around me and I groan. “Yes. That’s it. Just like that.”
I move faster, fucking her harder, feeling her pussy responding.
Then she arches into me and calls my name, coming hard. Again. “Yes, Ford!”
God, she’s magnificent.
I thrust hard and fast, feeling my climax building. Then I’m pounding it into her.
“Fuck, Ivy, yes! I love you!”
I freeze for a second. Dammit. I didn’t mean to say that. At least not like this.
But then she wraps her arms around my neck, puts her face against my throat, and breathes deeply. Contentedly.
She doesn’t say it back. But she definitely doesn’t seem upset.
“You make me so happy,” she says softly long moments later.
“That’s all I want,” I say, stroking my hand over her hair.
And that’s the truth.
I want her to be happy. No matter what.
Unless it means being without me.
I don’t know if I can do that.
And we might need to talk about that. Soon.
CHAPTER 30
Ivy
Ford said he loves me.
During sex.
I’m not sure if that counts then, but while I suspect he didn’t mean tosayit, I also believe he means it.
Everything is new and wonderful and sexy.
But confusing.
I have to go back to L.A.