The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 820

"!!" Jamison's eyes narrowed.

Of course he minded!

The elevator doors opened. This time, instead of sweeping her into his arms, he used his height advantage to simply lift her off her feet and carry her out like a plank of wood.

Once they were in the room, he kicked the door shut, his hands already roaming over her pliant body as he kissed her deeply.

Ivy met his passion with her own. Freed from the constraints of their familiar environment, they were both uninhibited. The fruit wine, it turned out, did have a kick, and she felt light-headed, giddy with a joy she couldn't explain.

His kisses were intoxicating, as if he were trying to draw the very soul from her body. She was starting to feel dizzy when she finally managed to push him away, pounding on his chest with her small fists.

He was flushed with excitement, his nose touching hers. "From now on, no dancing with other men," he said, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Or you'll have to face the consequences."

Ivy laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I thought you weren't jealous."

"Hmph. I'm the king of jealousy."

"Hahaha…" She burst into a peal of delighted laughter, which was promptly smothered by another kiss.

The party on the beach continued, but the one in their room was just getting started. Outside, the night slowly grew quiet, the sounds of the party replaced by the gentle, rhythmic shushing of the waves…

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Ivy slept until she woke up naturally.

She opened her eyes to a breathtaking view of the blue sky and the sparkling sea. Their room had a private terrace with a small garden filled with exotic flowers, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the brilliant blue of the ocean. It was paradise.

"You're awake."

She turned to see a vision of male beauty. Jamison, wearing only a pair of pants that hung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his chiseled abs, was pushing a breakfast cart toward the bed, a lazy smile on his face.

Ivy's own smile stretched from ear to ear. "When did you get up? I didn't hear a thing."

"I've been up for about an hour. I was starving," he said, parking the cart next to the bed. "After all, I was the one doing all the work last night. I needed to refuel."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her.

She playfully slapped his hand away. "Don't blame me for your lack of self-control."

He just laughed and stroked her cheek. "Get up and eat something."

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