Chapter Seven

Rafael

Ivy kisses me right in front of the people attending the gala. I don't know if I should be happy or surprised just yet. But I am aroused. My dick that's now obsessed with her is already stirring in my pants. I peek an eye open to glance at Tamara. She's green in the face.

I open my other eye, and lo and behold, we're the center of attention.

Okay, it's sealed. I'm pleased.

Never in a million years would I ever think I'd find it impressive that a woman is laying a claim on me in front of many people, but for Ivy, I am beyond impressed. I'm fucking elated.

Groaning, I close my eyes again and let myself enjoy the way she feels against my body. Her mouth tastes like the champagne she's been drinking all night. There's also a hint of chocolate. I'm minutes away from ripping her clothes off and having my way with her right in front of the whole world, but I rein myself in and stop the kiss.

She's breathing harshly against my mouth. Her eyes are still closed. "Ivy?" I call her name.

She drops her head against my chest, her skin flushed.

"Don't let them see you cower," I whisper against her left ear. "You made it this far, baby; don't back down now. Show them I'm the one who isn't deserving of you."

Her eyes snap open, and she straightens away from me. There's no hiding my erection. So, I make no attempt.

Ivy turns around to face Tamara, who's stupidly still gaping at us. I had no idea what she told Ivy, but if my guess is anywhere near right, it's probably that she and I used to have sex. We were sexual friends with benefits for a while. But I ended it when I noticed she was becoming demanding, and I hadn't developed any feelings for her.

Something tells me if I let Ivy have another minute around Tamara, she will probably claw her eyes out. I didn't know my girl had this much fire in her, but I'd rather she unleash it only on me.

Taking a step toward Ivy, I stand behind her. I kiss her neck and then whisper into her neck. "I need you."

"Then take me."

Goodness, her boldness. "Not here. But not so far, either. I know a private space we can use."

"What are you still waiting for?"

I bark a laugh, unable to believe I've denied myself of her for this long. Although I'm yearning to throw her over my shoulder like a caveman and carry her out of the room, I control my impulse and lead us to a private conference room I know will be empty.

The moment we enter inside, I lunge for her. A startled yelp escapes her mouth as I turn her against the nearest wall and press myself into her body. She fits perfectly beneath me.

"I want to fuck you," I inform her. There's no need to beat around the bush.

"Good. Take me hard."

God, she's going to give me a heart attack.

She moves closer and presses her lips against mine, gently yet erotically sucking me into her. My senses are very far from me right now. All I want is to feel her, to fill her.

I yank her skirt up to her hips; it's a beautiful off-shoulder straight gown. It isn't easy because of the material, but I persevere, not stopping until my palm finds her dripping core.

Pulling her panties aside, I test her with a finger, smearing moisture over her lips before going to tease her clit.

"Please," she begs against my mouth, driving so hard to ride my hand but not succeeding because I'm the one in charge.

"Please, what, baby?"

"Fuck me, Rafael, fuck me."

My name on her lips always drives me wild. And as much as her plea sounds so perfect to my ears, I want to make her come on my fingers before she does on my dick. So I ease us away from the wall and carry her to the table in the center of the room, where I proceed to lay her body on top.

She tries to close her legs when her back hits the table, but I stop her. I place a hand between her legs and let my other one caress her breasts. She's not wearing a bra underneath the cloth, so it's not long before her nipples harden under my touch.

My thumb finds her clit again while my finger slips inside her. She's shaking, trying to escape my touch, but I don't let her. "Want me to suck your breasts?" I ask.

Her eyes flash open, the amber shade begging me to do whatever I deem fit with her.

"Please." She moans.

I nod and bend over her, gently bringing her gown down far enough to release her breasts. The moment my lips connect with one of her nipples, her hands are around my head, holding me to her chest. I want to laugh, but I'm unable to, so I just pleasure her, both with my tongue and my hands, until she starts to squirm.

"I'm going to come," she says soon.

"Then come," I command.

"No, I want to come with you inside me."

"And you will, after this."

"Please," she begs, forcing me to raise my head.

"Are you sure?" I ask her.

"You're not the only one that needs this. I need you, too. I need to be reassured that you're all mine, and I have nothing to be worried about, not even your history with her ."

She doesn't have to say more than that. I straighten up and unzip my pants. I pull my dick out, and our gaze locks as I position between her legs.

"Make me feel whole," she whispers.

I drive into her with a single thrust, both of us letting out a sound of pleasure with an abandonment that shouldn't exist in the kind of place we're in. But neither of us cares. She wraps her legs around my waist, her eyes burning hot as she surrenders herself to the passion of the moment. I do the same.

Thrusting into her, grinding my hips, and feeling every bit of ecstasy known to man during intercourse, I soon groan as my orgasm starts to build. "Shit, I'm close." I gasp, finding her clit and starting to apply pressure to send her over the edge.

I don't have to wait long. Soon, she's shaking underneath me, her walls spasming around me. As my release leaves me, I distinctly come to the realization that I indeed love this girl beneath me.

I have no idea how to convince her, so I spend the next couple of weeks taking her out and showing just how important she is to me.

All was going well until I received an email from Tamara asking, no, demanding that I dump Ivy and come back to her. I found the message ridiculous; I thought it funny, too. So, as I get home that evening, I convince Ivy to spend the night at the mansion and then show her the message after dinner.

"What's the meaning of this?" she barks immediately after reading the email.

"Nonsense, right?" I laugh, expecting her to join me. But instead, she doesn't. She stares at me, looking ready to rip my head off my neck. "What is it?" I ask in concern.

"How can you show me something like this? Do you know how it makes me feel?"

I pause, trying to see where I'd gone wrong in being open with her. I'm unable to find any fault in my actions. Only one in hers. She's jealous. Ivy is jealous over me.

Does that mean she loves me too?