Page 20 of Recovering Ivy (Red Team #4)

Zane

My brain felt like there was a three-alarm blaze going off in my head with all the warning sirens blaring for me to run.

What had I done? How in the fuck did I think it was a good idea to essentially make love to Ivy?

Not that I’d ever made love before, but in my mind, it was something precariously close to what had happened.

And for the love of Christ, why had I asked her to watch me come?

There was so much wrong with that; I wasn’t sure where to begin.

First, I sounded like a pansy-ass-pussy-whipped-idiot.

But more than that, the part that freaked me out even more was, I didn’t share that type of intimacy with anyone.

Sure I liked to watch the women I was with get off, but I’d never allowed them to see me.

I’d always found creative ways or positions where they couldn’t see me at my most vulnerable.

What the hell was it about Ivy that made me want to…

no… demand she saw me fully exposed? I couldn’t hide behind my indifference; everything was right there for her to see.

Maybe she hadn’t recognized what I’d shared. Maybe she was too caught up in her own pleasure to know I’d opened up to her in a way that I’d never done with another soul.

Hopefully.

And twice now I’d taken her without a condom. Fuck!

“I didn’t use a condom again,” I told her unnecessarily, as if my come now dripping out of her wasn’t indication enough.

“I’m on birth control,” she reminded me.

“I’m clean. I would never put you in harm’s way.”

She was quiet for a moment before her cheeks tinted a pretty shade of red.

“You don’t have to worry about me. Before that first night when you dusted the cobwebs off, it’d been a long time.”

I didn’t need her to tell me that, her impossibly tight pussy told it for her.

I doubted between lovers she even used a vibrator.

The thought brought wicked fantasies to the forefront of my mind.

How much fun would it be to torture her with a vibrator, bringing her to the edge before pulling back and making her dangle on the precipice before I allowed her to come?

I could spend hours eating her pussy while she begged for release.

My semi-soft cock was once again hardening at the thought.

She’d scream and cry and plead for my cock. It would be music to my ears.

“Zane?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if we were going into your office today.” She wiggled her hips under me. “But…” she trailed off, obviously noticing my cock was ready again.

I had decent recovery time, but I was a man, and needed a few minutes between rounds.

Never had my dick hardened again before I’d even pulled out.

The brutal truth was I never actually left my cock inside a woman long enough to soften.

There was always a condom to contend with and the fact I’d always rejected any closeness.

Unfortunately, my orgasm denial fantasy was going to have to wait.

We did need to get to the office, but first I had a hard-on to deal with.

“Roll over, baby. Up on your hands and knees.” Her eyes flared with excitement.

I leaned down before she could move and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. I want your sweet pussy sore and aching all day.

And tonight, when we come home, I’ll lick it and kiss it until it aches some more.

When you’re on the brink of insanity, then I’ll give you my cock. ”

Home? What the fuck was I saying?

She nodded, and I watched her swallow, but no words were spoken. I rolled to the side so she could do my bidding. Once she was up on her hands and knees, I scooted behind her.

Jesus, she was beautiful. Her knees were far enough apart I could see her pussy peeking through, but that wasn’t what had my attention.

I trailed my finger along the inside of her thigh, gathering up the wetness as I went.

My heart rate ticked up a notch and my chest swelled.

There was something about seeing my come dripping out of her that stirred a deep need.

It wasn’t about sex, lust, or even love.

It was about knowing I’d left a part of myself inside of her.

I shook the unwanted emotion away and lined my throbbing cock at her opening, smearing her excitement over the tip as I shoved inside.

“I wanna hear you scream, Ivy.”

I went about doing just that, and when she screamed my name in release, I didn’t give it a second thought when I unloaded my warmth inside her.

“I’m not staying up here all day, Zane,” Ivy argued.

“You fucking very well are, Ivy,” I returned.

We still didn’t know where her mother was.

If she went down to reception, she’d be exposed to the general public.

Anyone could walk into the waiting area without having to go through security.

It wasn’t until you tried to enter the inner realm of Z Corps did I have security protocols in place.

It had never been an issue before. Donna sat out there alone, answered the phone, and announced when an appointment had arrived.

One of us would go out front and walk them back.

“It’s not like anyone knows I’m working here,” she went on.

“Really. And how did she find out you were working at Techwatch?”

“Umm.”

“Right. So until we know where Sarah is and how she came to march her raggedy ass into Techwatch, you’re staying out of sight.”

“It’s really not necessary. What’s the worst she can do? Come in and yell at me? Seriously, Zane, I’m used to it. It doesn’t even hurt my feelings anymore.” The hurt behind her look proved her words a lie.

Sarah’s words cut Ivy to the quick and they would, the woman was her mother for chrissake. Of course, being cussed at by the woman who gave birth to you would burn deep.

“Baby, I know you say that. And you may even try to believe it, but I’m not allowing it to happen. Not today, not on my watch, not ever. That woman is done spewing her venom your way.”

“What do you mean, I try to believe it? I’m telling you I’m used to it.” Her hand went to her hip and her attitude flared. Damn, she was hot as hell when she threw sass.

“I know you’re used to it. That’s the problem. You shouldn’t have to be used to it. And just because you are, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt you.”

“I’m not arguing with you about this,” she declared.

“Because I’m right?”

Wrong thing to ask.

“No, you bossy jerk. Because I don’t want to talk about it. She’s my mother and I know how I feel. I don’t need you or anyone else telling me what I think. How would you like it if I told you how you felt?”

Linc knocked on the door and pushed it open. His head swiveled back and forth between me and Ivy and the asshole smiled. I waited for one of his off-handed comments.

Everything had been perfect until we got to the office.

Soon after, shit had gone sideways. I’d woken up to a soft and warm Ivy next to me and I had the pleasure of taking her multiple times before we’d gotten ready for our day.

The normal tightness in my chest when a woman was in my space was noticeably absent, replaced with contentment.

I should’ve known the feeling wouldn’t last.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we got a call from the CEO of Techwatch. Forester Grant handed in his resignation this morning,” Linc said.

“Fuck.”

“That’s not all. Sarah Long was seen leaving Forester’s house this morning.”

“What?” Ivy screeched. “No way. I have to talk to her.”

“Not a chance. Send Colin and Leo to pick her up. Has Declan checked in? ”

“Amy hasn’t left her house since yesterday afternoon,” he informed me.

“Any visitors?” I asked.

“Negative. I’m heading over there to sit on the house so Declan can go home and get some rest.”

“Let me think on what to do about Forester and I’ll call you.”

“Sounds good. Jasmin wanted me to ask if you and Ivy would like to come over for dinner tonight.” Bullshit. I didn’t believe Jasmin asked; the question was Linc’s way of making a dig.

“Not now Linc,” I warned.

“Stop being rude. Thank you for the offer, Lincoln. Can we get back to you later?” Ivy answered.

Linc smiled at Ivy and winked. “Sure thing, darlin’. Just let Jasmin know if I’m not back yet.”

Darlin’? I’d never heard Linc call anyone Darlin’ before. What was his game?

“See ya tonight, big brother.” He laughed.

“Wouldn’t bet on it, asswipe,” I called out to his back.

He clicked the door closed behind him and Ivy immediately started in.

“Why do you always call your brother names?” she asked.

“So he knows I love him.”

“That makes no sense,” she protested.

“It does to him. How else will he know I care?”

“That really makes no sense.”

“Well, it must be one of those unexplainable wonders of the world.”

I sat behind my desk and fired up my laptop.

I had to figure out what I was going to do with Forester Grant.

The investigation into corporate espionage was complete.

We had enough information the CEO could take it to the State’s Attorney and an official investigation would be opened.

The government took allegations of economic spying and illegal intelligence gathering seriously.

The problem remained that if Forester was behind bars we wouldn’t be able to collect the necessary information we needed to nail him on drug charges and possibly a murder rap.

I wanted Ivy to see Forester pay for killing her sister, but I might not have a choice.

If Forester looked like he was going to flee, leaving behind the criminal empire he was trying to establish.

The more I thought about it, I realized he wouldn’t flee. He was building something. He no longer needed his job at Techwatch, which meant his new business venture was now profitable. We had time. Not a lot of it, but hopefully enough to nail Forester.

“Tell me about what you saw when you were following Forester,” I asked Ivy.

“We’ve been over this.”