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I stare up at him, captured by the deep green of his eyes. And then, to my own surprise, I nod.

Chapter eight

Derek

I grin to myself as I let her walk in front of me, putting my keys in her hand. She grabs them on reflex.

It takes her a while, and I watch as she fumbles with the lock until it finally springs wide, opening my house to her.

It’s a somewhat uncommon way, but I’m willing to give it a try. After Ivory has been stuck in my brain all night and even the shower this morning couldn’t remove her, I thought this might do the trick. Simply fucking her wouldn’t have worked I’m afraid, not to mention that she probably wouldn’t have let me. Let’s see if playing house with her will calm my demons.

Seeing her cross the threshold I tick the first box off my checklist.

Get her home? Done.

“You live here alone?”

I cock my head to the side at her question.

“Who would I be living here with?”

Turning around, she shrugs.

“I don’t know, but it’s huge. Especially for only one person.”

I use her distraction to my advantage and step closer to her back. My chest bumps against the back of her head, my fingers grabbing hold of her slim hips and pulling her against my hard cock.

“Interested in filling it with kids, huh?” I murmur in her ear, allowing myself to grind against her the slightest bit.

She doesn’t pull away and instead leans back against my chest with a snort.

I can see her roll her eyes when she tips her head back to look up at me.

She’d look great if she was naked right now.

“I know you are messing with me.” Ivory huffs.

“Am I?”

My left hand trails up her body until it reaches her slender throat and I place my fingers around it. Not applying pressure, but checking how well it’ll fit.

Absolutely perfect.

“Yes.” The word comes out a little too breathless, making me grin.

Resting my chin on her head, I lean down until my lips almost touch her forehead.

“You don’t know me, little poison.”

She makes that sound again, where it’s almost mockery, but with too much desire mixed into the tone.

“Little poison? What are we, a fantasy romance with an enemies to lovers trope?”

The laugh that bursts out of me is real and it’s torture when in response Ivory shifts her hips in front of mine.

Rubbing me just right.

I groan into her unbound hair.