Page 27 of Love on Ice

“And?” I push.

She throws up her hands. “Fine. I came over to fuck you.”

Knew it. “Is that so?” I grin at her.

“You’re going to make me beg or something like that aren’t you?” she says, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Is begging on the table?” I quirk a brow at her.

“I don’t want to beg a man to sleep with me,” she answers flatly.

I think I touched on a nerve there. I take a couple of steps toward her before reaching out and grabbing her by the neck.

“You will never have to beg me to fuck you, Harper. My dick is constantly hard when it’s around you. Eager for another taste of your cunt.” Harper gasps as I grab her hand and place it over my cock. “See, you already have me hard, skipping in, dressed like utter sin.”

“Wasn’t overkill?”

“You could have turned up in a brown paper bag and my dick would still be hard for you,” I say.

“I like that.” Her hand wraps around me.

“And I like you touching my dick.”

“I like touching your dick, too.” She beams as her hand tightens around me, pulling a moan from me.

“Come here you,” I say, pulling her face to mine and kissing her. Her lips taste like strawberries.

10

FELIX

“Shit, that’s my phone,” Harper says as she straddles me, my dick mere moments from sinking inside her. She reaches over, grabs it, and stills. “It’s Issy.”

“Ignore her.” Fucking, Issy.

“She’s only going to keep calling,” Harper states, and before I know it, she’s answering the call. “Hey, babe,” she says, sounding high-pitched. “No, you haven’t interrupted anything.” Haven’t interrupted anything? Like hell, she hasn’t. My hands start to slide up and down Harper’s legs. “Yeah, I’m worried about Felix, too.” That has my attention. “I agree. I think her team might play dirty if he doesn’t come to the table.” Harper nods. “Yeah, he’s onto it. I bet he’ll have something for me tonight.” That sounds promising. I wonder if they will find something. Not sure how I’ll feel if I find out there were more men. Harper reaches and slides her thumb over my brow, unwrinkling my frown. She gives me a small smile. Screw this. I grab her by the hips which makes her squeal. “I’m good, I just slipped.” Not yet she hasn’t, but in two point five seconds, she will have as I slide my cock between her wet folds and nudge at her entrance. Harper frantically shakes her head, those blue eyeswidening in disbelief as I slowly slide myself into her. She bites her bottom lip as she tries to stifle the moan that is begging to fall from her lips. She flips me off and I chuckle. “That was no one,” she says to Issy on the phone. No one. I’ll show you no one. My hand slips between us and starts circling her clit as I move inside her. Harper tries to hold on with each of my thrusts, but she falls forward on one hand, and it lands on my shoulder, giving me better access to thrust harder. She closes her eyes and tries to contain herself.

“I’m meeting up with … Felix …” Harper’s eyes roll, “… for dinner tonight.” One of my hands plucks a nipple and a whimper falls out. “Just a scratchy throat,” she tells Issy. “We can talk about strategic ideas then.” Harper glares at me which makes me smile. “Sorry, babe, I was about to have a massage, but I’ll be in touch tomorrow and let you know. Yeah, bye,” she says before hanging up. “You fucking asshole,” she yells, slapping me.

“Hey, ouch.” I laugh as I try to defend myself.

She looks down at her phone to make sure her call is disconnected, then locks it before throwing it away. “I can’t believe you did that. Of all the people.”

“Thought you could multitask.”

“I’m a great multitasker,” she says through gritted teeth, “but having my friend’s client shove their cock up me while I’m on the phone to their agent was a first.”

“It was hot.”

“No, it wasn’t”

“Kind of a little hot.”

Harper can’t hide her smirk. “It’s mortifying.”

“I think you mean,naughty. You were being a very naughty girl, Harper, taking that call when I was trying to fuck you,” I tell her.

“I was trying to help fix your life.”

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