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Tucking her under the sheet, I force myself to move away from her, feeling like some kind of perverted voyeur. I head straight for the adjoining bathroom, stripping off my clothes as I go.

Once in the shower, I take myself in hand, the image of Ivy lying in my bed burned into my brain. I imagine I'm standing over her naked body, drops of my pre-cum falling onto her stomach as I fist myself over her in a punishing rhythm.

Harder and faster, I pound my swollen shaft, lost in my fantasies as the hot water cascades over me. I grit my teeth in frustration as I think about all the years I couldn't touch her, claim her. I come with a growl, imagining I'm shooting my cum all over her stomach and tits, marking her like some kind of wild animal.

My orgasm barely takes the edge off. Just thinking about her lying in my bed has my cock rock-hard again.

I dress quietly so I don’t disturb her, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt before heading for the living area.

My apartment is large with an open-plan living, dining, and kitchen area. There are four bedrooms, all with adjoining bathrooms, a gym, a study, and a games room. Despite the size of the apartment, I don't do much entertaining here, preferring to keep my private and business lives separate.

The hugely successful construction company I've built from scratch has been my sole focus until the last few years. Then Ivy grew up, and my focus shifted. But her father, Jack, was my best friend. When he died of an unexpected heart attack at forty-two, I stepped in, becoming a shoulder for Kathy and a mentor for Ivy.

And that's where things became muddled. I didn't want to be her fucking mentor. I wanted to be the man in her life, in her bed. But things aren't muddled anymore. They're clearer than they've ever been.

I constantly check Ivy through the night and into the following day, ensuring she’s not sick. She barely stirs from the position I placed her in on the bed, and it's almost mid-afternoon the next day before she begins to stir.

It's time to explain that she's mine, and I'm not letting her go.


Tags: Violet Rae Claiming Romance