Chapter 66

Ivan had reluctantly let her go to get the door, feeling an immense emptiness as her body left his. He stood up to adjust himself, running his fingers through his hair to smooth down his flailing strands from where her fingers had roamed.

Glancing at her, he saw she was just as flustered as he was, her cheeks were stained by a crimson blush that made her look cute in a way that made him want to ruffle her hair or tickle her.

Her hair looked disheveled, and her clothes were even more ruffled than his. Whoever it was at the door would put two and two together with the way she looked.

“I'll get it,” she had managed to say, looking away from him and walking to the door.

He watched her leave, his eyes following each sway of her hips and rebound of her buttocks with each step she took.

Dusting off his trousers trying to smoothen out his ruffled shirt and wiping furiously at his face.

His demeanor dropped when he heard the one voice he could recognize anywhere, anytime. Catherine. What was s
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