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Collapsing into my seat, I take my own drink and hold it up to Ivy.
“To tonight.”
“Tonight.” Her smile is coy as she takes a small sip. “What did the ranch whip up for us?”
“Steak. Is that okay?”
“No mac and cheese?” she asks, smiling as she sips on her wine.
“Do you want me to spank you?”
Ivy’s blue eyes darken with lust.
Oh yeah. There will definitely be spanking
“Eat your dinner.” She tosses one of the rolls at me as I cut into the steak. Perfectly done.
“I’d rather be eating something else,” I mumble.
“Mason Winchester. Is that how you would talk if we were out in public?” Ivy admonishes me.
“You know I can’t get enough of you.”
She rolls her eyes but kicks her feet up into my lap.
I top off her wine. “Sorry we can’t go out.”
“It’s okay. This is a pretty nice setup you’ve got here.”
The string lights cast Ivy in a golden glow. She’s so at ease here, like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
She almost looks at home here.
And while I know she’s not here for long, I put that out of my mind for tonight.
Tonight? All I will be thinking about is her.
ChapterFourteen
MASON
“How is that your favorite?” Ivy looks disgusted.
“What’s wrong with coffee-flavored ice cream?” I stab my spoon in the softened cream, pulling out a big scoop of the tan stuff.
“It’s so boring.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Even mint chip is more exciting.”
“You sound like Willow.”
Ivy points her spoon in my direction.
She’s laid out on the couch. With nothing but my T-shirt covering her, she looks sexy as hell. After a few orgasms, we needed some sustenance.
“That kid is smart. Her dad has bad taste.”
I set the pint down on the coffee table, pulling Ivy’s bare legs over my lap. “Oh, I do?”
She nods, eating a big spoonful. It has my dick hardening in my pants.
