Chapter Seventy Nine

Lying on the bed on my stomach, with my chin propped on my hands and my legs kicking in the air behind me, I watched Ivan navigate the room with ease. He was conveniently forgotten how to put on a T-shirt, it seemed. Again.

Not that it was a bad sight. The muscles in his back rippled as he bent over to pack his suitcase. His biceps flexed, and when he stood up, he stretched up tall. The smattering of hair that ran down the center of his stomach joined with the top of his pubic hair. Hair that was in my view thanks to his stretch.

“Ivan?”

“Yep?”

“You know how you love challenges?”

He paused, bending at the waist, and looked at me over his shoulder. “Only if it’s you challenging me.”

“You know how you have to do it every time?”

“Where are you going with this?”

I tilted my head to the side. “I challenge you not to give me an orgasm for twenty-four hours.”

He raised his eyebrows and turned back to what he was doing.