Temptation Ivy Smoak Novels & Stories

He strode out of the garage and leaned against a car, casually taking out a cigarette and lighting it. From the office room window, Amelia watched the swirling smoke escape his lips. As if aware of her gaze on him, he looked directly into her eyes. Despite the distance, a warm flush of embarrassment spread all over her at being caught checking him out. She closed the window and switched on the air conditioning. It was better to be locked up than waste time admiring the creepy guy!

I smiled gratefully and hugged her—Emily, my college friend, had taken in me and Vivian until we got back on our feet. "Emily, I need money for Mom's surgery, and I'm completely clueless," I admitted as I pulled back. She stared at me, stunned, then furrowed her brows, tapping her foot on the wooden floor thoughtfully. "There's an underground club I know. You could work there and make the cash in a week or less." Shocked didn't cover it. "Really?" I nearly jumped, hope flickering alive. "Yes, just get yourself ready," she said, giggling and winking.

She asked, getting off the couch, cat walking to my point with her nakedness. She has a beautiful and hot body, but they no longer move me since I've seen it before. "Don't you want me? I know you do." She stood before me, almost reaching for my hand. Realizing that I allowed my own madness get the best of me, making me think Carla was my secretary... "Get out of here, you slut," I ordered her, pointing at the door. Her eyes came wide in shock. She chuckled, saying, "Mr Smith, you can't just leave me hanging after getting me all horny. Let's... Let's just have a quick one and we'll act like we... "

After hearing about the tiny rolm she stayed in, which was literally a closet. My blood was set ablaze. Alpha Cade better be glad he's dead. If I could, I would bring him back and continue to torture his ass. "Thank you. Now, lets get this party started people!" Ivy took the shirt cutting a tiny piece off before burning it and letting the ashes make a small pile on the map. Once she placed candles around the room, she brought out some blue potion, downing the bottle in one go. She started to shake a little before Lex caught her.

With her tempting curve, she's confident she can get his help on achieving her plan. She walked in front of him. Ivy swept off the hair back over her shoulder and looked at him seductively. "If you'll help me, you can have me as you wish. Promise, I'm a good girl." She pulls her strap off her shoulder, slowly taking off the dress revealing her body only with the tong and nipple tapes that she wears under her dress. "You can taste this tonight if you want to." She pointed at her almost naked body.

Ivy Jax rubbed his jaw, eyes still locked on me. “I get it. Life’s kicking your ass. Crazy mom, dead-end guy, sister who picks his side. But I’m offering you a way out. Real money. Not scraping by. You’re gorgeous, Ivy. That fire, that body, the way you look when you’re pissed it works. I want you in my industry. P**n. You’d be a star. Natural talent, I can tell. Scenes that pay big. Control your own shit for once.”

She asked. "It a long story but I am hot because I got drugged, the drug is running through my veins presently and it making me want to tie you down on the bed and have my way with you as many times as I want , it makes me want to spank your a$$ and make you scream my name doll " "I will cool you down " Ivy said and pouted her lips making Damon burst into a short laughter but he looked curious to know how she wanted to cool him down. "How do you intend to do that doll ? " He asked and Ivy jumped into his arms.

I placed it in the sink then walked to the fridge and took another packet. As I was cooking them, Ivy walked in. "Good morning," she greeted. "Good morning to you too," I said without looking at her. She walked to the fridge then I heard her call my name. "What?" I asked. "Where have three packets of smokies gone?"she asked. "The baby," I said. "And what are you cooking?" She asked. "I had cooked two packets but I wasn't satisfied so I am cooking one more,"I answered and she shook her head.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her reach into her bag and pull out a slim cigarette. “You mind?” she asks, already lighting it. “Be my guest.” How the hell did Jude let a woman like this go? I wonder. I pour the whiskey, two fingers each, and return to the couch. She takes a drag, exhales like a goddess in a noir film, then sips. “What are you doing here, Ivy?” I ask. Time to stop dancing. She turns to me, her eyes like sharpened glass. “We have the same problem, Richard, and I want to help you solve it.”

Her sweet perfume—cutting through the scent of nicotine. Damien smirked, tapping his cigarette against an ashtray. “That so?” Ivy dragged her fingers along the edge of the desk, her nails creating a soft, rhythmic sound. She met his gaze, all playful seduction, but beneath it was pretense. “I like powerful men, Damien. Men who know how to handle business… and men who don’t answer to anyone.” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “I heard you were one of them.”