Spike stalks toward me, but I stand my ground. “I can always take Eric’s suggestion. Handcuff you to my bed and fuck you into submission,” he murmurs in my ear.
“You can try,” I say breathlessly. My mind is already conjuring up images of being at his mercy. I rub my thighs together at the thought.
“You like that, don’t ya?” he whispers. “The idea of being at my mercy and coming so hard you see stars?” He bites my earlobe, and I yelp. “Tell me, Ivory. You’d like that a lot, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” I shake my head to clear it of lust-filled thoughts. “But I’m still going on the trip.”
“Fine,” he replies.
“Fine?”
“Yep, fine. But I’m coming with you.”
I cross my arms. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m either coming with you, or I’m taking Eric’s advice.”
I shiver. “Okay, but this is my show. You have to listen to what I sayat all times. We have other people relying on us to get them home safely while providing an amazing experience. This is non-negotiable.”
“Deal.”
“You can’t distract me.”
He gathers me in his arms. “Do I distract you, baby?”
“Always,” I admit.
“Good.” He nibbles on my neck before crashing his mouth down on mine.
My libido fires to life, which has me considering Eric’s words. I break the kiss and grin.
“When can we get the handcuffs?”
CHAPTER 27
SPIKE
“You haveto secure the corners with th?—”
“I know what I’m doing,” I snap, glancing at Ivory over my shoulder.
We arrived at the site where we’re setting up camp about an hour ago. At first, she tried to do everything, but I quickly shut that down with a jar of spicy pickles and peanut butter. Now, she’s happily dictating to me from her seat on a fallen log and snacking.
“Just trying to help,” she sasses before dunking another pickle into the peanut butter and taking a large bite.
“How can you eat that shit?” Megan gripes as she drops the last of the supplies on the ground near Ivory. “Just looking at it makes me wanna vomit.”
Ivory shrugs. “You’ll have to ask our son when he arrives.”
Megan shudders. “I’ll remember that. I’m gonna take the climbers to where we’ll start our climb and review safety info with them. Need anything from me before I go?”
“Nope,” Ivory says and tries to stand. “But I wanna come with you.”
“Sit your pregnant ass down,” Megan says with a chuckle. “We don’t have time to wait for you to waddle over there. It’s gonna be dark soon.”
My woman pouts but sits back down. “I don’t waddle.”
The laughter escapes before I can stop it, and she glares at me. “What?” I ask.