Ivy
I slid into a squat in front of him, bringing my face level with Khason’s crotch. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Whoa, whoa. Hey, are you sure-”
“Yes.” I snapped.
“Wait, Ive, we’ve had a lot to drink and-”
“I’m not drunk.” I met his gaze levelly. “I know what I’m doing and I know what I want.”
“But-”
“One more protest and I’ll think you don’t want this.” For f*ck’s sake, I was kneeling before him. Why was he complaining? “Do you…not want this?”
“No! F*ck, I mean yes! I want this, do whatever you want to me, please!”
“Then shut up already!” I hissed and popped the button of his pants open.
“Okay, but Ivy, hang on!” He grabbed my hand, face flushing red. “I’m all for adventurous, but we’re in a garden! Morson’s garden, at a wedding! Anyone could find us-”
“Well then, you’re l
