( 𝐬𝐢𝐱 ! ) – facetime

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incoming facetime from joe 🏈
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          Ivy couldn't help but smile when her phone rang, signaling a call from Joe. After leaving his Instagram message on read, she knew he was bound to figure out how to get her to reply.

She hit accept on the FaceTime call, waiting for it to connect. Once it connected, Joe appeared on the scene, wearing a black t-shirt that showed his bulging biceps and arms, his hair draped on his forehead, and his knee-buckling smile.

Ivy would never get tired of looking at this man. She didn't know why this man decided to be interested in her, but she wouldn't complain.

"So?" Joe asked, the one word leaving his lips as he smirked.

Ivy raised her eyebrows. "So what?"

"Come over," Joe proposed, grinning as he looked at her through the camera.

Ivy chuckled as she briefly looked at her computer, looking at the time. It was a quarter to five in the evening, and she would leave work soon.

This may be a good or bad idea.

"Any particular reason I should?" Ivy queried, smiling coyly at him.  

Joe flashed his signature smirk. "I want to see you. Isn't that a good enough reason?"

Ivy laughed. "I must have made such a good impression for you wanting always to see me."

The quarterback grinned. "It appears you might have."

Ivy considered his demand as she went back and forth. She did want to see him. Not to mention, she's been craving to touch him again since that first time. Something about Joe Burrow left her wanting more than she seemed ready for.

He was a fire, and she was the gasoline. This was borderline dangerous territory Ivy was starting to enter. She was proceeding with caution and advised herself to tread carefully.

Ivy glanced at Joe at her phone, her lips smirking. "Alright, Burrow, I'll come over."

Joe grinned wider as he gazed at her breathtaking beauty through the phone. "Wow, I thought I would have to convince you."

Ivy playfully rolled her eyes, a hint of pink on her cheeks. To say Ivy surprised herself would be an understatement; this man had entirely changed her trajectory of pursuing any situation with a man.

One man had changed her whole outlook on dealing with men, and it just so happened to be a professional NFL athlete.

Ivy shrugged. "I would've thought so too, but I've recently begun to take risks, and this seems like one."

"How so?" Joe asked, intrigued by her statement.

"Because you're not good for me, Joe, but that makes this so exciting," she grinned.

Joe raised his eyebrows in amusement. "I'm glad we both agree I'm not good for you. But you're not good for me either, Ivy. And that's why I need you, to get your ass in your car and get over here," he demanded, lust seemingly coating his ocean-blue eyes.

Ivy bit down on her lower lip, startled by his sudden outburst, but she ultimately felt turned on by it.

She glanced at the clock and saw it was 5 o'clock, right on the dot. Ivy then looked back at Joe on her phone, "I'll be there in 20," she declared.

Joe smirked. "Sounds good. See you soon, Ivy."

With that, Ivy hit the end call button. She grabbed her belongings, clocked out, and raced toward her car.

"I cannot believe I'm dropping everything for a football player," she muttered.

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