Page 13 of Rock Me

I curl my hands into tight fists.This conversation and the subject of Summer’s ex and how he was in bed are giving me fits.On the one hand, jealousy eats at me that she’s been with other men, not that I’ve been celibate in the time since we were together last.And on the other hand, I am pissed at myself for caring what she was up to with other men when I am so determined to keep things between us professional.

Ivy yawns.“I wish I could stay, but I have to meet with a new client in the morning and I’m exhausted.”

“And tipsy,” Summer says.“I know I am.You’re taking an Uber home, right?”

Ivy nods.“Yep.”She takes out her phone and arranges for her ride.“Three minutes away.”She slides her shoes back onto her feet and rises.

“I appreciate you coming by.You know how much it means to me to know you care.”Summer stands and wobbles a bit, the room obviously spinning around her.

A glance at the table tells me they consumed two bottles between them.

She pulls Ivy into a hug.“Thank you.”

“I love you, Summer.You know that.”

“Love you, too.”

Ivy starts for the door, then turns back to face me.“Bye, bodyguard!”

“Get home safe,” I say, meeting her at the door so I can let her out and lock up behind her.

I turn just as Summer trips on her own feet, giggles, and rights herself.“Oops.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t deny she is cute when drunk.“Come on, princess.Bedtime.”I stride around the sofa and grab her elbow, pulling her along toward the one room I’ve been avoiding since taking this job.

Her bedroom.

The shades are drawn, a small lamp on the nightstand lighting up the room.A white ruffled bedspread with a black heart pillow in the center defines the décor, the furniture also white with black accents, a mix of soft femininity and statement pieces.

“I’m tired.”

“So let’s get you into bed.”I turn my back on her and pull the comforter down over the mattress so she can climb between the cover and the sheets.When I look back, she stands in her bra and panties.

She is intoxicated, and it isn’t appropriate, but I can’t tear my gaze away.From her pink-painted toes, up her toned calves and thighs, to the barely there triangle covering her sweet pussy, my gaze lingers before traveling up and over her stomach and belly button with a small ring attached to her full breasts, spilling over the lacy cups of her bra.

“I’m ready,” she says, weaving as she walks over to where I stand.

God is testing me, no doubt about it.

“Get in,” I say through clenched teeth as I pat the mattress.

“Make me,” she says in a flirty, teasing voice.

I raise my eyebrows.Really?She is going to push me?

I scoop her into my arms, and while inhaling her sweet scent that makes me fucking harder than I already am, I deposit her onto the bed.

She refuses to unlink her arms from around my neck and pulls me down on top of her.

She tucks her cheek against mine and sighs.“You smell good,” she says, turning and pressing a kiss against my cheek.

She smells better, and my dick is hard as a rock because of it.I try to lift myself up, but she holds on tight.

“It’s no wonder no other guys lived up to you,” she murmurs.

Aww, fuck.She is going to kill me.

I want nothing more than to rip those tiny panties off her and sink into her wet heat.Short of that, I’d settle for curling myself around her and breathing her in all night long.She threatens my sanity and my common sense.I have the scars from the last time I tangled with her and got burned.I saw the result when my father went back for one more chance and paid the price.All solid reasons for me to get the hell out of her bed.