Ivy has moved into my grandparents’ place with me, but I want us to have a place that we can call our own. We’ve started looking at houses in my mother’s and River’s neighborhoods and she found one she loves. It’s a restored Mediterranean with a spectacular view of the city. It was built in 1926 for a silent film legend. Ivy thinks it’s a work of art. I was about to buy it when fate stepped in and the people who swooped in and bought it out from under us told me about the house they were selling. I bought it immediately without telling Ivy because I know she’s going to love it. It will be weird moving out of the last place my grandparents lived, but I know they’re smiling over my decision about where to move—a house not only for kids but for grandkids too.

Having Ivy near me, waking up next to her, I’ve never been happier in my life. I didn’t know someone could be this happy. I’m even thinking about my own family now, something I haven’t done in a long time. And my dreams, or my nightmares—I haven’t had a single one since going to the cemetery and visiting my father’s grave. I’ve accepted him for who he was—both his strengths and his weaknesses. I may never understand why he chose to take his own life, but I no longer hate him for it—in the end he did choose us, his family, over music.

I’m in a hurry to wrap up the day, so I call it much earlier than usual. Everyone else leaves and Ivy and I are the last ones at the studio. She packs her guitar in its case and props it against the wall, then meets me outside. Her eyes glitter. “Why are you in such a rush?” she asks.

I pull her out into the alleyway by one hand. The air is cool and there’s a light breeze that blows her hair across her face. I push it aside. “I have something to tell you. . . .”

“What?” she asks, full of excitement.

Lifting her high in the air, I turn her around in slow circles.

“What?” She squirms, pressing herself against my waist and finally I look forward to exploring the incredible attraction that’s been building between us.

“It’s final,” I whisper, my voice hoarse as I trail my tongue down her neck. She quickly wraps her legs around me and I know she can feel how excited I am.

With wide eyes she asks, “The annulment?”

I nod with a huge-ass smile on my face.

In a low, soft voice she cries, “I’m so happy right now!”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

Damon had moved quickly to get the annulment. I was in constant contact with the attorneys. I didn’t want Ivy stressing over any of it. Damon used his connections to get it fast-tracked, and I kept my word—I didn’t sell a single share and I gave all exercising rights to him. I’ll stay part of the company, but as a silent partner. It was a quick and easy transaction and I never want to see his face again.

My red Corvette is only a few feet away, but I can’t resist stopping and pushing her up against the wall. “I’ve missed this so fucking much.” My lips find hers and after nearly a month, I can actually kiss her the way I want to. She’s finally free and she’s all mine. I gently bite down on her lower lip before sucking on it. She lets out a soft moan and I seal my mouth to hers. She presses her lips against mine with equal force. Her hands tangle in my hair and I hold her like I’ve never held her—in a way that tells her I’m never going to let her go. She bites on my tongue and then flutters hers against the tip of mine . . . driving me insane.

I pull back. “Let’s go home,” I growl.

“No,” she purrs. “It’s too far away.”

“Fuck, Ivy, don’t do that,” I tell her as she takes my hands and presses them against her breasts. She kisses my chin, my neck, and slides her tongue over to my ear. I slip my hands up the front of her shirt, which has come untucked, and feel her soft skin. It electrifies me. It’s been a month with no actual physical contact. We’ve imagined each other’s hands on our bodies, told each other what we want to do to each other, talked each other through our deepest desires, but now we no longer have to use our own hands and bodies to make love to each other. Running my mouth down her neck, I undo each button with my teeth. When I get to the last one I pull her shirt open and quickly lift her bra. The cool air makes her nipples harden and when I close my mouth around one, fondling the other between my fingers, she moans loudly.

I look around and pull her shirt together. “Come with me.”

“Why did you stop?” she questions softly.

“Because I want to fuck you now—and not in the alley.”

“Oh.” She giggles and follows me as I stride quickly back to the recording studio, fumbling for my keys.

We stumble up the three steps and our lips break apart only so I can unlock the heavy metal door. Once we are on the other side of it, I slam her against the door and run my hands all over her body. I’m hungry for her, starving. I walk us backward toward the studio. “Take your bra off,” I growl, knowing that unhooking it and trying to navigate backward to the studio at the same time would be nearly impossible with how turned on I am. My hands find her back, her ass, and finally her freed breasts. My mouth doesn’t leave hers even though I want to suck on each nipple and hear her moan. I can’t tear my lips from hers. I feel every touch we made to ourselves over the last month penetrating our kisses. My body’s singing—and it’s alive. I can’t wait for the feel of her smooth skin as her fingers wrap around my cock.

The backs of my knees hit the sofa in the recording studio and I fall to it. She lands on top of me. I finally break the connection our lips were fervent to hold. Pulling back, I stare at her gorgeous naked tits. I run my hands up and down her chest, holding each breast, squeezing it, pinching the nipple between my fingers. Bending toward her, I nuzzle one before licking and pulling it in, sucking on it. She arches her back and my hands move to the front of her jeans. My pulse is racing. She tries to pull my shirt over my head, but I want her so badly, I can’t tear my hands from her. Finally I manage, “Stand up and take your pants off,” and then I pull my own shirt over my head.

She rises and easily slides her jeans down her legs. My hands find the lace of her panties, ripping them off before she even lifts her feet to kick off her shoes. I pull her closer to me. She stands before me completely stunning and again I can’t help but think, She’s all mine. My mouth goes slack as I see her hooded eyes staring down at me. I slip one finger inside her, then another, and then just one more. Stretching her, fucking her with my fingers. Her body starts to shake and as she cries out in pleasure, I remove my fingers and replace them with my mouth. Her hands grip my shoulders tightly.

“Xander!” she screams when I find her clit with first my lips, then my tongue. I pull her closer to me. I don’t just want to eat her . . . I want to devour her. Her body trembles and she calls out my name louder and louder with each passing second. She tries to pull away, but I hold her tight. “Just feel it baby. Just feel it,” I manage, stopping to blow on the small nub that I plan to devour again in an instant.

Her grip tightens and she cries out, “I love you!” Those words have my cock throbbing to be inside her. I pull away and stand up. She’s wobbly and holds on to me. I tear out of my boots and jeans and stand fully ready in front of her. Her fingers wrap around my hard cock and the feeling is so unlike my own hand that I feel myself start to tremble.

I take a few minutes to admire her. Her smooth, tan skin, her seductive, stormy eyes, the cute sprinkling of freckles across her nose, her lush lips, and those breasts—all Ivy, all things I will never get enough of.

“Did you like that, baby?” I ask her.

“I like it,” she moans as I take my cock and rub it against her entrance.

“Do you like this?” I ask, running my tongue around the shell of her ear.

“Yes,” she cries out as I place my knee between her legs and gently fold her onto the sofa.

I hover over her and she pulls my face to hers. She gently traces my mouth with her soft lips and I nip at her finger. She giggles only for a moment before taking my cock in her hand and guiding it to her. She rubs my tip over her clit and I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside her this very minute, but the look on her face is so full of lust, I grip the back of the sofa and just fall into her. She takes her other hand and grabs me, cupping and tugging alternately while she continues to rub the tip of my cock over her wet pussy.

“That is so fucking hot,” I tell her, but when her fingers trail up my shaft, I can’t take it anymore and I thrust into her. Both of us yell out in ecstasy and I don’t wait another minute before pounding into her over and over. Thrust for thrust, she meets each and every one. My cock pulses and I pump my hips into her. I grip her shoulders, holding on, trying to go deeper, wanting to be as far into her as I can. Everything about her is so sweet. The feeling of being buried deep inside her is one I never want to lose. A groan stutters out of me as I try to hold on for her, but I can’t. Letting go, I stop kissing her and look at her angelic face.

She moans, “Oh God,” and I can tell an orgasm is rocketing through her, just as powerful as the one owning me right now. All I want to do is hold on to her for dear life because I’m pretty sure I’m going to die from the unbelievable pleasure I’m basking in. We both come in unison. Fuck, it feels so good—I can’t hear, my vision’s a little hazy, and there’s a gentle ache radiating from all parts of my cock—all reminders of the intensity we just shared.

After a few minutes, when I’m able to move, I pull her to my chest. She smiles against my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I murmur in her hair, “That felt so good.”