Page 27 of Yours To Hold

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Right before I come, I shoot out of bed, startling myself awake.

Holy shit.

I just had a sex dream about Ivy.

Shit. It’s still dark outside. The house is quiet.

Thank God.

My dick is so painfully hard that if I don’t take care of it, I’ll have blue balls for the next month.

Throwing off the comforter, I head into the bathroom and start the shower. Stripping down, I step under the warm stream of water.

Taking my cock in hand, I give it a long, slow stroke.

Damn. It feels good.

My life has been nothing but chaotic lately. Even jacking off is something I haven’t been able to do. I haven’t had a minute to myself in ages.

Water sluices down my chest as I get closer and closer. My balls draw up tight, trying to picture any other woman on their knees for me than the one who woke me up.

Don’t think of Ivy. Don’t think of Ivy.

Except I do.

And I come harder than I have in ages.

Fuck. It felt so damn good. It’s hard not to imagine how good Ivy would feel on her knees for me in real life.

Cleaning up, I turn the shower off and towel off quickly.

I know I don’t have long until everything else demands my attention. Even though everything I have to do today is starting to claw its way into my brain, the tension isn’t overwhelming me.

For the first time in a long while, I feel relaxed.

Shit. Maybe I need to get laid.

Except the only person who comes to mind is Ivy. And that isn’t going to happen.

After I get Willow fed, she spends the morning playing in her room, giving me the chance to enjoy a cup of coffee.

A hot cup of coffee for once.

“I’m bored.” Willow flops dramatically down on the couch next to me.

“How are you bored? You spent the night at Aunt Gemma’s and had fun with her before you came home.”

“Yeah, but that was last night, Daddy. I’m bored today.”

Seven-year-olds. Always hitting you with logic you don’t want.

“Want to go for a hike?”

She shakes her head, her curls bouncing around. “No. Ivy and I went hiking last week.”

“That was last week,” I say, throwing her earlier argument back at her.

“I don’t want to.”

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