Page 70 of Love on Ice

“So was your brother.”

“You seriously weren’t embarrassed by me?” she asks.

“How could I be embarrassed when you brought so much joy to everyone around you tonight? So many happy, smiling faces.” Harper’s eyes mist up. Did I say something wrong? Next thing I know, Harper is grabbing me and pulling me on top of her as she kisses me. What’s going on? She rolls me onto my back and straddles me as she continues to passionately kiss me. “Harper, wait, stop, what are you doing? You’re drunk,” I tell her, grabbing her hands.

“I want you, Felix,” she pleads.

“I want you, too, but not like this. You’ll regret it. The next time my cock slides into your cunt I don’t want you to regret it. I want it to happen because you are begging me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Felix,” she says as she starts to undress herself.

“I want nothing more than to fuck you, but not like this.”

“Urgh,” she grunts, rolling off me onto her back. By the time I sit up, she’s passed out. Her dress, as stunning as it is, is going to be uncomfortable for her to sleep in, so I quickly get her undressed, grab one of my shirts, and slip it on her. Then I walk back into the bathroom, grab a washcloth, and slowly, without waking her up, wipe the makeup from her face as best as I can. Then I set a bottle of water and an Advil beside her bed for the morning, I think she’s going to need it.

I take a shower and rub one out to the memories of her.

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HARPER

“Hhhmm.” I moan as my hand runs down a hard body, over six-pack abs, and slides down to a cock.

“Keep doing that and you’ll wake him up,” Felix’s deep voice whispers into my ear.

“Shit,” I curse, jumping back. What the hell was I thinking? My head hurts, and my stomach wants to revolt against last night’s dinner. “I … I was asleep.”

“Yeah, let’s run with that.” He smirks. Before I have a chance to argue back, he tells me there’s a bottle of water and an Advil beside the bed that I probably need, and that I need a hearty breakfast in my belly after all the alcohol I drank last night. I roll over and take the pills and down the bottle of water, hoping it will rehydrate the desert in my mouth. Then my bladder retaliates, and I jump out of bed and start walking to the bathroom. What the hell did I do last night? Then I look down and notice I’m wearing one of Felix’s shirts. How did that happen? Then I feel that I’m still wearing my bra so that’s good. I close the door behind me, relieve myself, and head to wash my hands. That’s when I notice the makeup-stained washcloth beside the sink, and when I look in the mirror, I see the poorattempt at removing said makeup.Did Felix try to do that for me?Why did that make my heart skip? The image staring back at me is quite scary, I look like a mess. I think it’s shower time.

After turning human again, I walk back out into the bedroom and see that breakfast has arrived.

“Feel better?” he asks.

“Yeah. I was a mess.” I chuckle as I take a seat at the dining room table where breakfast has been set up.

“I didn’t know what you felt like, so I may have over-ordered. But you know me, I’ll eat it all.” He grins, rubbing his toned stomach with his hand. I dig into some fruit, while Felix pours me a coffee.

“Yes,” I mumble, taking the first sip. “I don’t remember much about last night so I’m sorry if I did anything embarrassing.”

Felix shakes his head. “No need to apologize, you were having fun,” he says, grabbing a banana and eating it.

“I have flashbacks of dancing on the bar.” I cringe.

“Blame your brother for that, he started it.” Felix chuckles.

“Of course he did.” I grin, taking another sip of my coffee.

“I didn’t do anything else, did I? I just have this feeling that I should be embarrassed about something, but I don’t know what,” I tell him.

“Oh yeah, you tried to fuck me when we got back to the hotel room.” I stare open-mouthed at him. “I, of course, declined.”

“Excuse me?”

“I took off your heels, gave your feet a massage as you were moaning about them hurting, and then you asked me if I was embarrassed by you, and I told you I wasn’t. Then you jumped me and pleaded with me to fuck you. You were wasted, and I told you it wasn’t going to happen. You pouted, rolled over, and passed out.”

Mortification rolls over my body. I can’t believe I did that. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

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