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against Ivy’s lips in a tone he didn’t recognize.
    “You did, this once,” she countered as the tips of her fingers were constantly brushing against his balls. 
    He wondered if she was bold enough to take this further. He knew he was. William stroked her between her legs, and her eyes widened and then fell shut. Ivy’s lips parted, and he did what he’d promised minutes earlier; he took what she was offering and stole a kiss, covering her mouth with his and tracing his tongue over her lip.
    “Open your mouth,” he growled.
    And he could tell that she was so overwhelmed by his touch that she forgot to fight him. Instead, she did as ordered and tasted him eagerly, pushing her tongue against his, and when a moan escaped her, he groaned. William’s other hand tangled in her hair as her legs widened more and she started to push her pelvis against his fingers. He bunched up her skirt and raked his palm up her thigh. Her skin was soft, and he could feel her shiver as he nudged her panties aside and plunged a finger inside her. Ivy was obviously startled, because she stiffened for a moment, but then she went with it, whimpering into his mouth and arching her back.
    For a split second, William realized they still had an audience, so he cut his eyes to the dealer, who hurried away immediately. 
    And now William’s cock was rock-hard as Ivy stroked her fingers under his shirt, along the edge of his pants and over his abs. But he knew exactly what he was doing. Just a flash longer, he thought, before I break this kiss. Only, a flash became minutes of delving his tongue inside her mouth with the same rhythm he used to thrust his finger inside her pussy. She was so tight and wet, and William was tempted to add another finger, yet he refrained. His anger toward her was still at the forefront of his mind. However, it was being destroyed by her moans. He had to stop this.
    His tongue explored her mouth, and he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, smiling triumphantly when she reached for him as he pulled back.
    His hand that was still weaved into her curls tugged her head back sternly. “Enough now.” William struggled in his seat because his pants were feeling constricted.
    Ivy was flushed as her eyes flew open, and lust was replaced with instant disdain.
    William smirked, removing his hand from between her legs. Then, instead of reprimanding her for her actions at the Dunns’ house as he’d intended, he surprised even himself by placing his finger into his mouth as a frisson of sensual awareness drew over him.
    Ivy was watching him with erratic breaths, in an aroused state similar to William’s. Steadfastly, he shook his head to clear his thoughts, and she looked away.
    He cupped her chin, bringing her gaze back to his. “This kiss doesn’t make me forget how you set me up, Ivy. What the hell was that about?” And William rotated her stool so that she was facing him instead of the table, trapping her legs between his. 
    She was silent while mulling over her options, both of her hands now gripping his thighs. “I don’t know what you mean?” 
    He cocked his head. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with? Denial? Ivy, we both know you stole that wallet and placed it in my pocket. Why?”
    Her kiss-swollen lips trembled as she released a breath. Then she bit her lower lip, making her appear young again. He tugged her hair when she didn’t answer, and she suddenly moved her hands under his untucked shirt and dug her nails into his abs.
    Ivy was gritting her teeth, obviously pissed off at William and being alarmingly feisty.
    “Fuck!” William whisper-shouted and yanked roughly on her hair, which only caused her to dig deeper, drawing blood. He slapped her hand away, and she tried to scratch his face, but he rapidly caught both her wrists and held them against her chest and pressed her legs together with his so that she was immobile. He fucking detested people that fought with scratching. He was a