Fraud

It’s disturbing, that feeling, only because my body is revolting against the sovereignty of my thoughts.

I shouldn’t want her.

Not after what’s happened between us.

And especially not with everything I plan to do to her.

Still, it’s undeniable. We’ve always had the a

Stepping away from the car, I glance back at her babysitter and notice he’s still watching our every move.

Leaning down, I whisper against Ivy’s ear.

“You really should get a muzzle for your guard dog. I’d hate to see you get fined when he breaks his leash and bites someone.”

She laughs, her hair brushing against my face, the scent of her shampoo seducing me as a man moves to open the front door for us.

“He’s not that bad,” she says as we approach the hostess stand.

Except...he really is.

Dealing with him should be a bucket of fun.

Straightening my posture, I give the hostess our name and follow behind Ivy as we’re shown to our table. My eyes stay glued to her ass, though, because it’s the perfect heart shape, and the dress she’s wearing does nothing to disguise it.

Ivy’s body, on its own, is a deadly weapon, one that has mocked me through all the years of our war. Only once have I touched it, and that tiny taste was enough to make me an addict.

It’s too bad the circumstances of that night only made our war worse instead of better.

We reach the table, and I hear Ivy snort out a laugh.

“Are you staring at my butt?”

My eyes lift, and I smile with as much charm as I can pack into the expression.

“Not at all. I was checking out the stone floor. I like the color.”

Her lips quirk. “You are such a liar.”

You have no idea, love...

Gri