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 ~ ~
As I walked up the path to Alex's house, I found it odd that taking him to bed wasn't the only thing on my mind. I wouldn't deny the salacious thoughts about him and Josh... and especially the two of them together because... well, I thought about them naked plenty of times throughout my day. Every day.
More than that, though, I was just as giddy to be eating and hanging out. I enjoyed the conversation, the banter, and the teasing between us. Both Josh and Alex were extremely easy to talk to and not to mention incredibly smart and articulate, which in-itself was sexy as hell.
So far, they met the expectations I hadn't even realised were there, hiding inside the cobwebs of my head.
My phone buzzed. Reaching around to my back jeans pocket to yank it free. It was a message from Josh. No funny one-liner this time, just an emoji of an exploding head.
I laughed out loud and clamped a hand over my mouth, looking around. Alex's neighbours liked to look down on anyone they didn't think fit in. The Cuthberts, Alex had rattled off their surname in a well-spoken English accent, all la-de-da. I'd only see the wife through the slats in their blinds. And she looked like she'd sucked on one too many lemons.
Not hanging around, I hurried up the path.
But back to Josh. He was having dinner with his family tonight. We'd been messaging throughout the day and in one he'd dropped a teasing message that his and Alex's relationship had undoubtedly moved forward, but it might be better to hear it from Alex.
That had my mind discharging in all directions, not to mention my kitty purring.
Firing off an emoji of a crazy face and yeah, you guessed it... two kisses, I put my phone away and rang the doorbell on Alex's blue front door.
Barely two blinks, the door opened wide and as well as being greeted by Alex, the smell of delicious home cooking was right behind him wafting out the door.
Add that to the list of sexy things—a man who cooked.
I hummed a sigh. "I don't suppose that's cock I can smell?" Alex had teased me about cooking up cock-au-vin for us tonight.
He laughed, shaking his head, and I soaked up what he was wearing. Eye-candy at its finest. His hair was still damp from the shower. He needed a trim as his untamed cowlick dipped in front of his right eye. But it was his thigh-hugging pair of distressed jeans that snagged my attention, pairing them with a forest-green tee-shirt that did little to hide those impressive arms that could easily throw me up against a wall.
My mouth watered, and it had nothing to do with the food.
But the show-stealing part—bare feet. What was it with men and bare feet? Me and Trix had devoured an entire jar of cookies one time on that very subject. Crazy, right?
