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If he keeps looking at me the way he is, it’s going to be really damn hard to go back to L.A. any time soon.
Just to keep the upper hand, I lean in and kiss Harrison, hard. Right when he’s growling and reaching to tug me against him, I step back. “Get in there,” I growl, slapping his tight ass.
His nostrils flare, but he obeys.
I love this dynamic between us. I love bringing such a tall, sexy, confident man to his knees.
Literally.
But this isn’t just about us. As Harrison enters the bedroom, I turn and reach for Ivy’s hand. She takes it but she glances back at Ford. I know this is an important moment. This is about all four of us enjoying ourselves. I’m sharing Ivy, not staking a claim.
I know what we have.
Having Ford give her pleasure doesn’t take away from my relationship with Ivy. Giving her what she wants—hell, needs—is part of loving her. This is an enhancement.
Ford needs to understand that clearly.
So I tell him, “Give Ivy a kiss.”
He doesn’t hesitate.
Ford cups her cheek and takes her mouth in a hot press of his lips to hers. Ivy’s fingers tighten on mine and it makes my body tense with lust. I’ve seen Ford kiss her, but never like this, watching, yet still touching her.
Her free hand wraps around his neck and I shift in behind her, dropping my hands to her waist. I briefly press my hard cock into the curve of her ass just to let her know how this is going to go. She’s going to be surrounded by her men all night.
Knotting my free fingers into the loose strands of her ponytail, I tug, which takes her mouth off of Ford’s mouth. Ivy gasps.
Ford understands the assignment. He drops his lips to trail kisses over her neck and down to the swell of her breasts. Whenshe dips her head back on her own to give him further access, I’m satisfied.
Turning, I see Harrison is on the bed, and completely naked already, ankles crossed, hands behind his head.
“That was fast,” I say to him, taking my hand behind my head to yank my T-shirt off.
Harrison shrugs. “I was getting bored. Figured I’d speed things up.”
“You getting bored? Shocker. Maybe you should learn about delayed gratification.”
His eyebrows lift. “You’ll be the one to teach me?”
“Yes,” I say simply. I stalk toward the bed, but then I deliberately turn my back to Harrison and sit facing outward, spreading my legs apart. “Bring Ivy to me, Ford.”
Ford looks to Ivy for confirmation this is what she wants. She gives permission with a nod. He’s definitely the protector. Ivy’s always been really damn independent, but I can see how it makes her feel cherished, taken care of.
It’s not my strength, so I can appreciate what he does for her.
Harrison’s feet are close enough for me to reach back and tickle the arch of one, just so he knows I haven’t forgotten about him, but that in this bedroom foursome, he isn’t the star.
Ivy is.
She steps between my legs and puts her hands on my shoulders. She bends down to give me a light kiss and a soft smile.
“Take her dress off, Ford,” I say, caressing over her nipples and cupping her breasts.
Ford locks eyes with me over Ivy’s shoulder. His expression is stormy. “I didn’t agree for you to be the director.”
I was expecting pushback. With a raised eyebrow, I say, “Oh, you want her dress to stay on?”
He makes a sound of impatience.