Calebβs POV
The family compound buzzed with constant movement as my lieutenants and their wives occupied every corner of the estate. Finding a moment alone with Ivy had become nearly impossible with the heightened security protocols and endless strategy meetings. I guided her toward my private study, the one room in this fortress where we could steal precious time together without interruption.
My fingers turned the heavy deadbolt with practiced precision. The metallic click resonated through the soundproofed space as I led her directly to my massive oak desk where I conducted the familyβs most sensitive business. My pulse hammered against my throat with an anticipation that had been consuming me since dawn.
"This place feels like a war council today and I refuse to wait any longer for everyone to clear out." My voice emerged rougher than intended as I leaned close to her ear. "You have invaded every corner of my mind. Every second apart from you has been agony, my beautiful queen."
Her radiant smile transformed her entire face. "The feeling has been completely mutual."
I claimed her mouth immediately, pulling her against me with an urgency that surprised even myself. My hands explored every curve I had memorized yet still desperately craved to rediscover. I settled into my leather chair and drew her down with me, positioning her so she straddled my lap. The movement caused her dress to slide up her thighs, revealing more of her silken skin.
The fire between us intensified as she pressed against me. I could feel her warmth through the thin barrier of our clothing, and my body responded instantly. My arousal strained against my pants, seeking the connection we both desperately needed. Our mouths moved together with increasing hunger as my hands roamed across her back and shoulders.
Time seemed suspended as I began removing each piece of her clothing with methodical care. My fingers worked the buttons of her blouse one by one, watching her breath quicken with each small victory. I pushed the fabric from her shoulders and let it flutter to the Persian carpet below. My palms traced circular patterns down her spine, making her arch into my touch, before finding the single button at her skirtβs waistband.
The zipper yielded under my careful attention. I gathered the material in my hands, bunching it together before lifting it over her head in one fluid motion. The skirt joined her blouse on my office floor, leaving her in nothing but delicate lace undergarments that made my throat go dry.
Liquid fire coursed through my veins as she moved against me. Every subtle shift of her hips sent waves of sensation through my body, making me harder and more desperate for her. I could barely concentrate on anything beyond the exquisite friction between us and the way her breathing had become shallow and quick.
Her dampness seeped through the thin lace, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did. My hands found the clasp of her bra, and with practiced ease, I freed her from the constraint. My fingertips followed the straps down her arms with torturous slowness, savoring every inch of newly exposed skin before adding the garment to our growing pile of discarded clothes.

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