Chapter 49: A passionate kiss

Ivy’s pov

I was stunned.

Gideon Knight was kissing me.

My brain ran into a frenzy, every thought wiped clean by the sheer, shocking reality of his mouth on mine. I was frozen like a statue in a laundry room, but he wasn’t.

His lips moved over mine, hungrily and demanding, not asking for entry but taking it. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, a firm, insistent pressure that made my knees weak. He tasted of mint and the dark, bitter bite of black coffee.

He tasted so good. A soft moan slipped from my lips, and he swallowed it.

He was everywhere. His body was a wall of heat behind me, towering and huge, engulfing me.

The intoxicating clean scent of him filled my lungs, making my head spin. His right hand slid into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, gently angling my face so the kiss could deepen.

I felt his leg move, nudging between mine, placing a firm pressure against my inner thigh and spreading my foot wider on the tiled floor.

How could I even resist that invitation? My back dipped, arching against him, and my thighs opened for him without a single conscious thought aside from more.

He pulled back, just enough for our lips to part. His breath was warm against my mouth. "Keep your eyes on me," he ordered, his voice a low, husky rasp.

I obeyed; my gaze locked on his intense sapphire eyes. His left hand moved, and I felt the rough fabric of my dress being pushed up, up, up, until it bunched around my hips.

"Hold it," he commanded.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. My hands flew to the bunched fabric, my fingers gripping the material tightly.

My eyes fluttered shut as a hiss escaped my lips when his knuckles brushed against my pussy through my panties. His touch was light as a feather, yet it shot through me like a lightning bolt.

"I said, keep your eyes on me."

My eyes snapped open into squints, my breathing ragged as I tried to hold his hot sapphire eyes. I watched, mesmerized, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs until they pooled at my ankles.

"Step out," he ordered. ℴ

Yes sir. I did, my movements clumsy. Before I could even process it, he scooped the delicate lace from the floor and tucked my panties into the pocket of his trousers.

Jesus Christ, why the hell was that so hot?

His gaze dropped to my very exposed, swollen, aroused pussy between my thighs. He slid a single finger through my slick, wet folds, so slowly it drove me insane and made my whole-body tremble.

"Keep your thighs apart,"

"Okay," I whispered, groaning and biting my lips when he pushed a thick finger into my hot, twitching cunt and began to finger me. His thumb was circling my clit while his middle finger slid deep inside me. A soft, helpless moan escaped my lips.

"Oh.... Deon,"

My head fell back against his chest, looking up at him. The urge to press my legs together, to trap his hand, was overwhelming. I started to give in, my muscles tensing.

Smack! A sharp, stinging slap landed on my inner thigh, painful and shocking.

"I told you to keep them spread," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"Yes, sir," I whimpered, the words torn from me as I forced my legs to obey him.

He rewarded me by adding one finger, two of his fingers curling inside me, stroking that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

"Yes, right there, yes oh- "The pleasure was building, a tight, hot coil in my belly, pulling me under- CRASH!

The sound of something shattering in the TV room had Gideon flying off me in an instant, moving so fast he was a blur.

He put about three feet of distance between us while I grabbed the sink, so I wouldn’t crash to the ground.

His face was as cold as the polar caps in Antarctica; you would think I was some sort of abomination with the look of disgust that filled his face.

"Fuck," he cursed, sapphire eyes meeting mine. "My apologies, Miss Harpley."

Miss Harpley? Really?

He might as well have hit me with a bucket of ice water. He regretted it. He regretted this.

He stormed out of the laundry room, leaving me leaning against the sink, my whole-body buzzing, my pussy wet and aching for release. Why did he stop, why would he-

Oh my god, what was that crash from the TV room? I quickly adjusted my dress, my cheeks burning with a blush, remembering that he had my panties in his pocket.

I followed him out, my legs unsteady. The kids were fine, gathered around the TV where a bowl of popcorn had been knocked on the floor. My eyes found Gideon, who was already helping clean up.

"Uncle D, can you cut my hair like Aunt Ivy did?" a little girl asked, looking up at me.

"She cut her hair and dyed it, and it’s so pretty!"

Gideon froze, his head turning slowly to look at me, his eyes narrowed in question.

A nervous, breathless laugh left my lips. "Oh, you know. I just, uh, cut and dye it from time to time. Nothing major."

He just watched me for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before turning and walking out of the room.

Where was he going shirtless? I waited a beat, then followed him, keeping my distance. I heard him on the phone before I saw him, his low voice echoing in the hallway.

"...I understand. I’ll be at Extasim tonight. No, just let me know when you’re back in the city. Alright, Tatianna."

Tatianna? What the fuck?

He kissed me, he touched me, and then looked at me in disgust just to go out and call that big-titted woman? And what was this whole deal of ecstasy? I had seen that on the card in his room.

I ducked behind a large potted fern as he strode past, ending his call and heading for the front door. I watched him get into his black sedan, and as soon as he drove away, I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed into the search bar: EXTASIM.

"A club? Really?"

I gasped as the results loaded. It was some super exclusive, opulent-looking place that promised privacy and pleasure.

The reviews were glowing, but the price for a monthly membership was staggering. Quarter a million? I mean, I could afford that, but it was still insanely expensive.

And he was going tonight!

I clicked on the link to apply for membership, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood. A voice in my head screamed that this was insane. I already had a blackmailer on my neck and way too many lies to keep track of. I should not be thinking about going to some exclusive club all because of Gideon Knight.

No matter how delicious he tasted.

No matter how dominant he was.

Or how he just lit my entire body on fire.

"I’m just going to look. That’s all," I told myself, my finger hovering over the ’Apply’ button.

’Besides, this is part of the mission, right? My father did tell me to find out their schedules... to know where they went. I’m just doing as I was told."

Liar Liar, pants on fire.