She laughed softly. “Thank you for that. No more surprises for either of us, right? We don’t want a repeat of that crazy night in the rain.”

“Ahh, no we do not.”

“I get that your privacy means a great deal. I’d want to keep this place a secret too. And I almost forgot that you meet with the PM on the regular, being a member of his cabinet. I still can’t believe it. You have a close personal friendship with the prime minister. What other talents do you have, Ivan?”

“I’m not a bad polo player, actually.”

She laughed, moving our hands so our positions were reversed. Hers was now covering mine. “Now that, is something I need to see.” She caressed her thumb softly back and forth over the top of my hand. That she was touching me felt fucking nice.

“A polo match?” I asked.

“No, you dressed in polo pants and riding boots, carrying a crop. Shirt optional, of course.”

Be careful what you wish for, kitten. “Noted, Miss Hargreave,” I said, amazed that my voice hadn’t cracked when I got the words out. I gave her a curt nod, my mind already going places I’d not dared to go… yet. But if she was suggesting it… So many fantasies to be played out with her. God.

She returned my nod with a sultry look and a slow lick of her lips, finishing the whole sexy business off with a scrape of her top teeth over her bottom lip until it popped free. “Mr. Everley, I need to know something.”

“What do you need to know, kitten?” My cock was now bone-fucking hard and in possession of every single answer to anything Gabrielle ever needed to know right now, in the future, or forever.

“Are you going to ravish me now?”

I didn’t bother her with a response.

Chapter 8

GABRIELLE

One second. And an invitation. That’s all it took to turn him.

He transformed from a completely focused mortal man conversing with me on a topic of mutual interest, into a wild, ravening, and very male beast, all in the span of an instant. A beast with an enormous hard cock intent upon putting his enormous, hard cock into me. As quickly as possible.

Oh-kay… if you insist.

I asked for it. And I already knew Ivan could turn it on and off at will. I’d seen him do it over lunch when I’d stupidly assumed a relationship between him and his father. He’d done it at other times since we’d met. I should know him well enough by now. I think I did know. And that’s why I teased him. I wanted to turn him just now. You want him to fuck you, like the wicked kitten you are.

I did.

And it was worth it. Every kiss to my neck, and each tug on my hair to force an offering of my throat to his mouth was worth it. The rough squeezes to my breasts after he tore my green shirt open were worth it. The little scrape of his teeth when he took a nipple in between and proceeded to softly bite down was so very worth it. The pricking of his beard when he brushed it along my skin—absolutely fucking worth it.