Chapter Twenty-Three
The ringing of the phone stirred Ivy, but she was too tired to do anything about it. She felt Chris’s hand on her ass, sliding over her, and she pressed against his warmth, skin to skin. He groaned, and she stayed where she was, eyes shut, as he reached over her.
“Hello?” His voice was rough, tired.
She opened one eye to see it was only seven in the morning. Not much sleep, considering they’d gone to bed at three—no, four. Okay, maybe it had been sometime after five when she’d finally drifted off after a marathon of s*x.
“No, what the f**k?” Chris was out of bed and mad, and she turned to see him stride naked out of the bedroom.
Good Lord, he had a great ass and a body that looked even better without clothes. Not only did he have a tattoo on his arm, he had anothe
