Leonie Waldorf and Ian James hate each other. Not dislike. not barley tolerate. Hate. When he's needs a tutor and she's needs to make her ex jealous they make a deal. It doesn't take long for them to realize what they really want. Each other. But ar...
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Leonie Waldorf
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That was the quietest car ride I've ever had. Unless you count how loud my heart was pumping through my chest. I've never seen Ian so mad at me, it's usually me being the one mad at him.
I can admit I may be going about this breakup all wrong. I just don't want our relationship to be the downfall of Ian and Rowan. It's become very apparent that Rowan will do anything in his power to destroy this relationship even if that means ruining Ian in the process.
I'm trying to be the protector here. But somehow my plan has derailed and become the opposite of being ex's for his sake. Instead, it's turned sexual... very sexual.
Ian's typically the one in charge but tonight I'm taking center stage. This is a very unfamiliar field. I haven't gotten any coaching on this... I would call Ivy for a quick lesson but Ian's sitting in front of me on his bed staring me down. There's no way I can escape.
I should've been taking down notes all the times Ivy talked about being the dominant one in the bedroom. Mental reminder: start taking notes. My feet are glued in one place and my heart hammers in my chest. This is happening, this is really happening.
His hand wraps around my waist gently pulling me towards him. "Are you nervous?" He asks. Did he not see my awkward stance only a few inches away from him?
"Very." I answered without hesitation.
"Don't be. You can do whatever you want to me tonight, remember?"
I've forgotten how to breathe. Yes, he's the one begging tonight which makes this even harder. He stares up at me with those brown puppy dog eyes and I swear I held my breath. So perfect and so beautiful. I don't just mean his face, there's something so intoxicating about his aura. Each time it makes me melt.
I want so badly to make him mine. To forget about the consequences and claim him.
Wow... am I channeling my inner Christian Grey right now?
It may just be because he's telling me to. Like he won't challenge any move I make or take control. Or maybe it's that damn smirk and willingness in his eyes that gives me the urge to make him my toy. Swallowing the lump in my throat I say "Maybe we can just start slow by..."
