Page 81 of Love on Ice

“You ran into Josh?” she asks, noticing my agitation.

I walk over then lean down and kiss her. “I won’t let him claim what is mine,” I tell her. Harper appears surprised by my comment.

“I think we’ve been here long enough,” she tells me, standing up and taking my hand. Harper says her goodbyes to the table.

“We don’t have to go,” I tell her as she snuggles into my arm.

“Yes, we do. I don’t need to be here anymore. I’ve shown my face. The money has been transferred to the charity. I want to take you home and show you how thankful I am for everything you did for me tonight.”

“Your brother did tell me I needed to show you a good time,” I tease, sending her a wink.

“Felix!” She gasps before scrunching up her face, giving me the exact look her brother gave me. I grab her hand and lead her through the gala. She nods and waves to people who stop her along the way as we escape, they do the same to me, wanting to chat about hockey. It takes us nearly another hour to get out of the event.

“I don’t think I can wait,” I tell her as I haul her into the accessible bathroom of the event.

“Felix,” she squeaks as I slam the door behind me.

“I’m sorry, princess, but I can’t wait. Now hands on the sink, ass in the air,” I demand of her, she does as she is told. I slide her dress up over her hips and she is wearing the daintiest black G-string. “You’re not going to need this.” I growl as I rip her underwear right off her skin and shove it in my pocket.

“Felix.” She gasps as she looks into the mirror right in front of her. I look almost feral as I stare at her gorgeous bare ass in front of me.

“You’re mine, Harper,” I tell her as our eyes connect. Her blue eyes sparkle with unspoken understanding as my hazel eyes reassure her that I’m falling for her. Then my hand comes down and slaps her ass, making her moan. “Mine. Do you understand? Not his. Mine.” Harper bites her bottom lip as my hand comes down again against her peachy skin blooming pink across her, while my other hand slides down the zip on my tuxedo pants and pulls my hardened cock free from them. Harper’s eyes never leave mine as I slide myself through her wet folds. “This feels so fucking right.” I moan as I slide myself into her. “You feel so fucking right, Harper.” Whimpers fall from her lips until I’m all the way in. Then I bring my hand down across her ass and the moan that it rips from her lips as her cunt strangles my cock has my knees buckling. “Shit,” I pant as I slowly start to move inside her. My eyes move from the mirror to where I am sliding in, then back to hers watching me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her. “I’ll never get sick of fucking you.Only you,” I declare. A gasp falls from her lips in surprise at my admission. I don’t want anyone else. These past couple of weeks living with her have been great. Waking up next to her every morning, where she’s all soft and pliable as my cock slides into her making her moan, is the best way to wake up, I never want to wake up any other way. Then, walking her to the office every day and picking her up in the evening, and her excitedly telling me about her day as we walk hand in hand. We might stop at a local restaurant tograb some dinner, but most nights it’s me cooking for her while she sips on her wine, watching me with heated eyes as I move around the kitchen. Most of the time, she does ask me to cook without a shirt on, and I must oblige her. I love the fact that she ogles me. We then have dinner in front of the TV, curled up on the sofa, watching whatever is on together until she falls asleep in my arms, and I have to carry her to bed.Fucking bliss.I pull Harper up so my chest is against her back. “Look at us, we fit so well together.” She hums in agreement. “You look so beautiful taking my cock.” Harper nods. “I want it to be the only one you take this summer.” She stills and I slow my thrusts.

“What … did you say?” she asks.

“You heard me,” I say, thrusting into her deeply, slowly, punctuating my words. “I only want you for the summer.” The truth is I want her for a hell of a lot longer but she’s not there yet.

“You want to be exclusive?” she asks as I continue to thrust into her.

“Yes,” I moan into her neck as my teeth nip her sensitive skin. “I don’t want to share you.”

“Not even at the club?” she asks. We haven’t even visited The Paradise Club since coming back from the resort because all my time is spent with her. Am I obsessed?Maybe. A little.Okay, a lot.

“I only want you,” I say as our eyes meet again in the mirror. “Can you handle that?”

Harper bites her lip as if she has a choice in the matter, and I continue to fuck her. “Just for the summer?”

“Yes,” I say. I’ll agree to anything if she says she will be mine.

“Okay,” she groans. She agreed. I’m a little surprised, I thought she would argue a lot more. “Now hurry up and fuck me.” And I do. I give her every last bit of me until we both tumble over the edge.

Harper tidies herself up with some toilet paper after using the toilet.

“That was interesting dirty talk.” She turns and looks at me after washing her hands.

I push a strand of hair from her face. “I know.”

“You seriously don’t want to hook up with anyone else?” she asks.

I shake my head. “I have my hands full with you.” This makes her smile. “I didn’t want to say anything that might scare you, but I like what we have going on at the moment.”

“You do?” She seems surprised.

“I do,” I reassure her. “You’re the highlight of my day.”

“Oh.” Harper’s breath quickens.

I hold out my hand for her. “You ready to go home?” I ask her.

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