Remember Ivy from End Game? Well, she's back with her own story. But don't worry if you haven't read End Game, this can be read as a standalone.
We follow Ivy as she returns to London having been offered a job at Risk, the Kink Club owned by Za...
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~ ~ Ivy ~ ~
So warm. My fingers spread out, and I yawned.
Warm?
My eyes popped. My head shot up. Oh, fuck. I'd fallen asleep on Alex.
Ewe. I'd drooled on him too as I wiped across my mouth with the back of my hand.
Mortifying.
"Morning," yawned Alex in a tired voice.
We were naked, plastered together with my leg thrown over his thick thigh. I'd never slept with someone the whole night. Yeah, I'd fucked and then fallen asleep a few times, but never taken someone to bed to talk, comfort and fucking snuggle with.
But here we were.
And oddly, I wasn't completely freaking out. Last night, Alex had opened up, and I did the same talking about my father's death for the first time. It was kinda cathartic.
Adjusting myself, I tilted my head up. His glazed eyes told me he hadn't been awake for long. "Did I wake you?"
"N-nah, been awake 'bout fifteen minutes." He scrubbed a hand down his face, scratching his stubble in a sexy way. It suited him.
I wiped my drool off his chest. "Sorry about the drool."
"Don't be. You're cute when you s-s-sleep. You make these adorable noises."
I curled an eyebrow. "You mean snoring?"
"More like little snuffles." His deep chuckle forced a smile out of me. Which was a miracle this early.
"You should have woken me—or pushed me off you."
"I was comfy. Anyway, I liked it. I liked listening to you s-sleep. I liked waking up with you."
I looked down whilst he reeled off more things he liked. Things I wasn't even gonna start to unpick right now. Not on a sugar and caffeine free stomach.
"But I need to take a leek."
Shit. I eased off him, watching him throw his legs over the side of the bed, stretch his hands above his head then drag them through his bed head hair and finally push up and stand, his delicious arse flexing. And yeah, I greedily enjoyed the view.
Half an hour later, I was sitting at my breakfast bar, sipping coffee, and munching through my third cookie. Alex was in the shower.
Correction. Alex was done in the shower now strolling, fully dressed, into my kitchen. Shower fresh. I swallowed and smiled as a waft of apple blossom reached me. Of course he'd used my shower gel. It was the only one there.
His eyes widened, glueing themselves to my bare breasts. It was amusing to see him swallow and his Adam's Apple slowly shift in his throat.
"Don't worry, I'm not totally naked." I shrugged, snagging my lips between my teeth. "I've got my boy-shorts on." Raising an eyebrow. "And trust me, they're the not so sexy grey ones." I picked up my mug of coffee, blowing over the top. "Choices are limited when it's laundry day."
