Ivy Ireland was content in her new relationship, her days filled with the steady comfort of her current boyfriend’s affection. Yet, beneath the surface, a restless yearning simmered—a longing for the raw, electric connection she’d once shared with her ex, Jax Slayher. His memory haunted her, a pulse of desire that refused to fade. On a quiet afternoon, with her boyfriend at work, Ivy’s resolve wavered. She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Jax’s number, inviting him over with a whisper that carried both anticipation and guilt.The moment Jax stepped through the door, time seemed to collapse. Ivy’s restraint shattered, her body moving before her mind could catch up. She closed the distance between them, her hands bold and urgent, reigniting a fire that had never fully died. Her lips found him, a hungry edge to her kiss that spoke of months spent craving this moment. Jax, with his commanding presence, met her fervor, his touch a reminder of why she couldn’t let go. The air crackled with their chemistry, a dangerous dance of nostalgia and need.Ivy guided him with a confidence born of familiarity, her movements fluid as she sank into the rhythm of their past. She drew him to the edge of the room, bending forward, her breath hitching as he pressed against her, each motion a reclaiming of what they’d once been. Then, with a playful smirk, she climbed atop him, her body swaying in sync with his, chasing the crescendo she knew only he could deliver. Their connection deepened, shifting into an intimate embrace that left her trembling, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their reunion. As their encounter peaked, Jax’s release marked her, a bold act that felt like a secret meant to linger—a provocative message for the life she’d return to when her boyfriend came home.For Ivy, this wasn’t just a lapse; it was a reclamation of a part of herself she’d buried, a fleeting surrender to the pull of her past. As Jax left, she stood in the quiet of her apartment, her heart racing with both triumph and turmoil, knowing this moment would haunt her as much as it had freed her.
