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When it came to Zoey, it seems like there was little I could resist.

I skated right towards her. I know she was expecting me to zingaround her. Instead, I stayed on course. Right before I mowed her down, I reached out and grabbed her around the waist. I lifted her up and skated with her in my arms.

“Ryan,” she gasped. Her arms snaked tightly around my neck.

“I never got to teach you to skate,” I said. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I felt her legs tightly squeeze my waist. With my hands on her little ass, I hauled her further up. “Hang on.”

I picked up speed. I zigged. I zagged. I whipped around people and even skated backward. In my ear, her laughter was breathless. I couldn’t get enough. She smelled so good. Like strawberries or something fresh.

She pulled her head back and looked into my eyes. Our noses almost touched. “It feels like we’re flying. Is this what if feels like when you skate?”

No, this was about a thousand times better than any other time I skated.

“Usually I skate faster than this, but this is more fun.”

She stared into my eyes. Our lips almost touched. “I’m never going to forget this.”

All my good intentions fled. I didn’t care that we were in public. Or that people had cameras. I wanted to kiss this chick like her life depended on it.

“Ryan!” A shrill voice called from across the ice.

Zoey stiffened in my arms.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

Zoey didn’t break eye contact. “Your ball and chain wants you.”

Bianca stood at the boards. I glanced up. High along the top of the red seats, Jensen watched us with a dark expression. When he caught me looking at him, he disappeared from sight. I stopped short in front of Bianca.

“You’re needed at the after event, Ryan.”

Zoey shifted in my arms. With reluctance, I set her down on the ice. God. I was rock hard again.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be right there,” I said, taking off again. I needed another lap or two to get Zoey and kissing off my brain. I concentrated on my strokes to calm my cock down.

Bianca’s voice carried across the ice. “Those photos aren’t your property. They belong to the Ryan Parker brand. And I administer that brand.”

Zoey cowered.

“Give me your phone,” Bianca said. Her face was a mask of impatience.

In five strokes, I stopped short in front of them. “What’s going on?”

Bianca pressed her hands together in front of her mouth like she was saying a prayer. She shut her eyes for a moment, thinking. “Ryan. I’m just trying to do my best for you. And it’s very difficult when I don’t get everyone’s full cooperation.”

Zoey’s eyes were huge. “It’s my phone.”

Bianca took a measured breath. “I was just suggesting that Zoey share the photos with me. For Twitter and for your website.”

I shrugged. “Does it have to happen right now?”

Bianca looked shocked. “Well, no. But my question is why can’t I see Zoey’s phone? Those photos ultimately belong to you, Ryan.”

I stepped off the ice and looked at them both. “The phone belongs to Zoey. The photos on the phone belong to Zoey. If she doesn’t want to share them with you that’s her choice.”

Zoey moved past me, head down, arms in the pocket of her jacket, before disappearing from sight.

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