21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Holland

Tonight was absolutely perfect. I go to send Viv a text but before I can hit send, her message comes through. Great minds and all of that.

Vivian

How's our girl?

Me

Surprised. Weepy. Drinking French 75s

great cocktail.

I know it wasn't what she wanted but I hope she still feels part of it

you wouldn't believe the money they raised tonight

i'm sure she'll tell you all about it but she's happy

thank you for everything

no, thank you for taking care of my best gir l

I smile and put my phone back in my pocket. I find Ivy sitting at a table with Bea and what looks like some guests. She throws her head back, laughing, and her drink is empty next to her.

First I go to the bar, get her another drink, and then I stop at the dessert table on the way back. You could've just called this the Ivy table because if this was for anyone, it was for her. My favorite sugar fiend. I fill the dessert plate with a s'more brownie, a piece of raspberry pie with oat crumble, and a classic chocolate chip cookie. These are some of our best desserts you can find at the lodge—you can tell because there's only a few of each left.

I walk to the table, careful to not spill the drink or topple the treats. When Ivy sees me, the look she gives me almost brings me to my knees.

Fuck.

As long as I have her by my side, I can probably do almost anything. The wave of hope runs over my body, unexpectedly. It's not often I feel this way because I'd basically convince myself I didn't deserve it. There's still moments where I don't think I do, but Ivy makes me feel like I can. I love her so much.

"Ooooh, treats!" Ivy exclaims as she sees the plate.

"The pie," Bea croons, giving two thumbs up. "That's the best one on your plate."

The ballroom is almost empty. Someone's phone is plugged in and playing music across the space while some couples are dancing.

"Are you ready to get back? I'm sure Slate is," I say to Ivy, who is comfortably sitting back watching the few people on the dance floor, while Slate snoozes in his sweater in a dog bed we had at the front desk.

She nods, grabbing my forearm, wrapping her arms around it and leaning her head on my shoulder for just as a second. I grab Slate, bed and all, and head out of the ballroom. We pass a few guests in the hallway, everyone looking familiar and happy. Tonight was a win not only for Ivy, seeing her event come to fruition, but for the guests who've been stuck in the snow storm. Bea, Mackenzie, and all of the staff should be proud of what they've pulled off the last few days.

Slate is snoring as I set him behind the front desk—we'll just be a minute. I open the door to my office and check to make sure there isn't anything urgent on my desk. I can't imagine much would come in during the storm but want to be sure.

I hear the door shut and my eyes shoot up. Ivy stands, with her back resting on the door—her lips pull up in a devilish grin.

"What you did for me tonight. Amazing." She slowly walks over to the edge of the desk, her heels clicking on the tile floor just like that first day she strolled into the lodge. She rests her arms on the front of my desk, her perfect tits almost spilling out of her black dress with the way she's leaning forward.

"Amazing, huh?" I bait her.

She saunters over, slipping in between me and the edge of the desk. When she reaches out and grabs some of my shirt, pulling me close to her, my dick twitches. Ivy captures my mouth with hers and it's deliciously chaotic. It's lips and teeth, nibbles and swipes. She moans as I kiss her jaw and lick down the length of her throat until I'm at the top of her breasts.

"You don't want me to rip this, right?" I ask just as Ivy finds the zipper and pulls it down. She shimmies out of the top, the fabric falling down and baring her tits.

"Good girl," I praise her just how I know she likes it. She giggles and her cheeks turn pink.

We're in my office. My brain is about to short circuit.

My hands wrap around her lower back, lifting her up and sitting her on my desk. My very professional, but about to be fucked on, desk. When her ass hits the edge, her tits bounce, and Ivy lets out a sweet moan. She pulls her dress up and spreads her legs, giving me the space to stand between them as my cock touches her panties.

I take one of her nipples between two fingers and roll it. Ivy puts her head back, her breathing loud and raspy, before I even get my mouth on her other breast. I use my tongue to flick the bud before sucking.

Ivy takes her hand, running it down her body before reaching for my belt. I pull away from her breasts and watch unbutton and unzip my pants—my dick straining the fabric of my briefs. Then she has the audacity to lick her lips before biting them.

"You're fucking killing me, you know that? Fuck, everything you do drives me wild." I put my hands in her hair, pulling roughly and feeling her smile into it. She likes it. That's my girl.

Leaning myself into her, my erection hits her sweet spot and she groans. I kiss her and it's full of lust and need. I'll never get enough of her. Ivy pushes my chest back, creating enough space that she can run her hands down my chest and into my briefs. She strokes my length slowly, changing the pressure and direction. When she feels the bead of precum on the head, she whimpers. I move my hips, practically fucking her hand like it's my own. My orgasm builds, but I'm not ready.

I grab her wrist and remove it from my briefs. "My turn," I plead as I take a hand and run it from the inside of her knee, up her thigh, until I'm touching her soaked, lacy panties. I don't take them off, but pull them to the side and insert a single finger. She's fucking soaked.

"You're so fucking ready for me," I growl into her ear, biting her lobe, and nipping a few times down her neck, all while my finger moves inside her.

"More," she whines. I give her exactly what she's asking for when I insert a second finger, pumping in and out.

"Touch your clit," I demand. It's not a request.

Her hand immediately reaches into the top of her black lacy thong and does what she's told. The second her fingers touch her clit, she's moaning, moving her hips into my touch. I keep my eyes open, taking in as much of her as I can. Her dress all in disarray, her bare ass cheeks on my desk, all while she's touching herself. Fuck.

She sighs quick, breaths shallow,."I'm," she swallows, "close."

I take my hands and pull her forward, off the desk, and turn her around.

"Reach forward and spread those legs for me, baby." She listens so well and I can see her chest heaving, as her dress bunches up around the top of her hips, giving me the perfect view of her thong, and that perfect ass. An ass I fucking dream about.

Pulling down my briefs, I nudge her entrance with the head of my dick, but she's still wearing a thong. The lace is a friction I didn't know I needed. I play with her, lightly pressing my dick in, just a little bit, relishing the feel of the fabric.

"You're dripping. Going to make a mess in my office." I put my front to her back, letting some of my weight on her as I speak into her ear.

Then I pull my hips back and take my mouth to the top of her thong, biting with my teeth and pulling down, my lips touching her as I do it. When the thong is around her ankles, she looks back at me over her shoulder.

"You're going to touch your clit and I'm going to fuck you from behind. Don't stop touching yourself, or I'll stop." I love giving her orders because she's such a good listener.

She nods her head as I take my dick, and slowly fill her up. Ivy leans a little further forward, pushing her hips back, and I thrust in and out. The pace must be too slow for her, because her hips are trying to push back to meet mine, to get more, to take more.

I go torturously slow until she finally tells me what she wants.

"Harder. Please." Her voice is breathy and greedy.

"Well, since you've been such a good listener." I put my hands on both of her hips and drive inside her, using my hands to move her onto me, making my reach even deeper. One of her arms holds her up on the desk while the other works her clit.

Ivy groans, low and heavy, and I know she's about to come. I pump into her—hard and fast—and I slap her ass with one of my hands. A handprint quickly forms as the other digs into her hip. The sound of our skin and her wetness is all I hear, until she starts to whine and murmur with her climax within reach.

"Oh, fuck!" She borderline screams, her fingers still on her clit, and my dick pounding into her from behind. She contracts around me, the orgasm rising and falling just as I spill into her. I gasp and reach one hand for her shoulder, pulling her upper body up and back on my cock, creating a different kind of pressure as we ride it out together.

Slowly, I lean her forward and step back, pulling her thong back up. She turns to me, tits still out, skin red and marked from where I've kissed and bit.

"That," I kiss her cheek, "was fucking incredible. Just like you."

"I'm good at surprises too," she teases me, looking down at her tits that are still out.

"Yes. Very good." I can't take my eyes off her bare skin.

Ivy laughs and then throws her hands around my shoulders. "Best snowstorm ever," she says, and ends it with a sweet kiss.