bright.
“This is a lie. You’re trying to get under my skirt,” she cried.
“No, I swear it. Ivy, I swear.” The vehemence in his oath sliced through her. “I’m only here because Liam has asked me to do this—to give to you the pleasure he’s failed to give for so many months. At least until he can return to your bed.”
“I don’t understand. Why are you saying these things? Men don’t just…give their wives to another man to fuck!”
“Because he loves you. He wants to see you happy and fulfilled.”
“And you’re the man to do that?” She laughed, but her voice sounded snarky, bitter.
The fever in Ward’s eyes lessened a degree. “I thought…” He swallowed. “Liam and I thought that you might…” he looked away, “have some interest in me.”
Interest in the form of thigh-clenching lust each and every time the man walked into the room? Yeah, but it was wrong on so many levels, and she was a horrible person for even fantasizing about him.
Ward still didn’t meet her gaze. “I thought there were some sparks. Liam thought he saw the sparks too, but maybe you didn’t feel them.”
Ivy’s stomach churned. “My husband thought I was interested in you so he suggested you give me the hot flesh injection and that by letting you into my bed, I’d be happier in my life—in my marriage?”
Ward licked his lips. “When you put it like that, it sounds like a fucked-up mess.”
“It is a fucked-up mess!” She pushed him back, and he allowed her, collapsing into the passenger’s seat again. “I can’t do this, Ward.”
He fished in his jeans pocket and came out with a cell.
“Who are you calling?”
He eyed her, mouth grim, a flutter in the corner of his jaw. He punched a number and held the phone to his ear. “Liam? Yeah. I’ve got Ivy and we’re on our way home.”
Dizziness claimed her. The car revolved slowly around her like some funky amusement park ride hell-bent on making her feel as if she were tripping on a mind-altering drug. From a distance, she heard Liam’s voice.
“Ivy, you okay? Hell.” Ward got out of the car and came around the driver’s side. She stared straight ahead at the headlights canvassing the landscape on the side of the road.
Ward’s warm hands roused her from her shock.
“You called Liam. He does know.”
With a sudden movement that dizzied her, he grasped her by the upper arms. His personal musk stole her senses—undiluted male. “It’s crazy, but I know you’re aching. You deserve so much, sweetheart. Passionate kisses that make your knees weak. Love bites on your neck, on your belly, that make you arch off the bed. My fingers trailing over your bare flesh, through the goose bumps I raise. Caresses that cause those sweet little nipples to bunch up tight as gumdrops for me to suck. I want you beneath me, feeling a man’s weight again. Feeling me move within you, stretching your throbbing pussy until you can’t hold back another minute and you scream with pleasure.”
Her head fell back with every word he spoke, desire welling up in her core, overflowing until her panties grew slick.
Ward hovered over her, his lips inches away, but she couldn’t forget the vows she’d made.
“Whose name do I scream when I reach that pleasure, Ward?”
With a half sob, half groan, he dropped his forehead to hers. “I’m doing this because Liam asked me to, but I can’t deny that I want you, Ivy. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I set eyes on you.”
The scents of musk and pine made her heart skip, and his words sent her pulse racing.
“Come on, let’s get you into the other side. I’m driving now.”
As she allowed Ward to ease her into the seat and fasten the safety belt around her, she tingled with the relief of finally giving up control—of letting someone else drive again.
With a triumphant cry, Liam dropped the phone on the side table. Ward had done it—told Ivy.
Liam had guessed that his friend would be the one to take
“This is a lie. You’re trying to get under my skirt,” she cried.
“No, I swear it. Ivy, I swear.” The vehemence in his oath sliced through her. “I’m only here because Liam has asked me to do this—to give to you the pleasure he’s failed to give for so many months. At least until he can return to your bed.”
“I don’t understand. Why are you saying these things? Men don’t just…give their wives to another man to fuck!”
“Because he loves you. He wants to see you happy and fulfilled.”
“And you’re the man to do that?” She laughed, but her voice sounded snarky, bitter.
The fever in Ward’s eyes lessened a degree. “I thought…” He swallowed. “Liam and I thought that you might…” he looked away, “have some interest in me.”
Interest in the form of thigh-clenching lust each and every time the man walked into the room? Yeah, but it was wrong on so many levels, and she was a horrible person for even fantasizing about him.
Ward still didn’t meet her gaze. “I thought there were some sparks. Liam thought he saw the sparks too, but maybe you didn’t feel them.”
Ivy’s stomach churned. “My husband thought I was interested in you so he suggested you give me the hot flesh injection and that by letting you into my bed, I’d be happier in my life—in my marriage?”
Ward licked his lips. “When you put it like that, it sounds like a fucked-up mess.”
“It is a fucked-up mess!” She pushed him back, and he allowed her, collapsing into the passenger’s seat again. “I can’t do this, Ward.”
He fished in his jeans pocket and came out with a cell.
“Who are you calling?”
He eyed her, mouth grim, a flutter in the corner of his jaw. He punched a number and held the phone to his ear. “Liam? Yeah. I’ve got Ivy and we’re on our way home.”
Dizziness claimed her. The car revolved slowly around her like some funky amusement park ride hell-bent on making her feel as if she were tripping on a mind-altering drug. From a distance, she heard Liam’s voice.
“Ivy, you okay? Hell.” Ward got out of the car and came around the driver’s side. She stared straight ahead at the headlights canvassing the landscape on the side of the road.
Ward’s warm hands roused her from her shock.
“You called Liam. He does know.”
With a sudden movement that dizzied her, he grasped her by the upper arms. His personal musk stole her senses—undiluted male. “It’s crazy, but I know you’re aching. You deserve so much, sweetheart. Passionate kisses that make your knees weak. Love bites on your neck, on your belly, that make you arch off the bed. My fingers trailing over your bare flesh, through the goose bumps I raise. Caresses that cause those sweet little nipples to bunch up tight as gumdrops for me to suck. I want you beneath me, feeling a man’s weight again. Feeling me move within you, stretching your throbbing pussy until you can’t hold back another minute and you scream with pleasure.”
Her head fell back with every word he spoke, desire welling up in her core, overflowing until her panties grew slick.
Ward hovered over her, his lips inches away, but she couldn’t forget the vows she’d made.
“Whose name do I scream when I reach that pleasure, Ward?”
With a half sob, half groan, he dropped his forehead to hers. “I’m doing this because Liam asked me to, but I can’t deny that I want you, Ivy. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I set eyes on you.”
The scents of musk and pine made her heart skip, and his words sent her pulse racing.
“Come on, let’s get you into the other side. I’m driving now.”
As she allowed Ward to ease her into the seat and fasten the safety belt around her, she tingled with the relief of finally giving up control—of letting someone else drive again.
With a triumphant cry, Liam dropped the phone on the side table. Ward had done it—told Ivy.
Liam had guessed that his friend would be the one to take
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