Page 54 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
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As I sit across from Xander at a booth in this ski-lodge-themed bar and grill, I try my best to nod as I struggle to pay attention to whatever he’s talking about. But I only catch bits and pieces of what he’s saying. Something about jet skiing in Jamaica…or was he talking about the movie he just saw?
“Man, it was wild. That wave came outta nowhere.” He laughs before sipping more of his beer.
“Yeah. Just…wow.” I force a smile even as my shoulders sag. I let out a silent breath, fully aware that there’s zero chance I’ll be able to focus on anything other than the earth-shattering orgasm Theo delivered to my body an hour ago.
No question that was hands-down the single hottest moment of my life. I shift in my seat, still vibrating in the aftermath of that unholy moment in the kitchen. I can barely focus on a single word that comes out of Xander’s mouth.
Have fun on your date, Maya
Theo’s taunting words from earlier this evening echo in my mind, which pisses me off even more. He knew it would be impossible for me to think about anything other than the way he worked me over in the kitchen. He’s all I can think about. And it’s completely ruined this date with Xander.
Not that I thought things with Xander would turn into a love connection. But at the very least I thought it would be a fun and flirty time. No way that’s happening with Theo the only thing my brain can think about.
Fucking Theo
“What was that?” Xander asks, about to sip from his water glass. And that’s when I realize I said that out loud.
I clear my throat. “Nothing, sorry. Just, um…”
I guzzle more water and silently command myself to get it together. I’ve been on a date with Xander for almost an hour and can’t remember a single thing he’s said because I’ve got Theo on the brain.
Xander grins, showing off a cute pair of dimples. “You sure you’re good?” he asks. “You look a little distracted.”
I try to smile despite the flash of guilt rocketing through me. Theo has thoroughly fucked with my head. “Sorry. Just thinking about some stuff for hockey camp.”
He nods at the lie I’ve thrown out. “I get it. Work can be distracting for sure. Try not to think about it though.”
And just like that I’m transported back to an hour ago, to the moment I was experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life…and that was just with Theo’s hand…
A familiar heat flashes all over my skin. And that familiar throb makes a reappearance. I cross my legs and squeeze hard to keep the ache at bay. It’s no use though. That’s how much my body likes Theo. That’s how badly I need to come again.
I can’t sit here and ignore the ache within me. I need to do something about it.
My legs are trembling when I shoot up from the booth.
“Sorry, I just need to run to the restroom,” I say, my voice squeaky.
“Yeah, of course,” Xander says right as I scurry to the bathroom at the back of the bar.
When I make it to the single-occupancy women’s restroom, I let out a breath of relief. Thank god this isn’t some multi-stall setup. I can’t have unsuspecting bar patrons walk in on what I’m about to do.
I quickly lock the door, spin around, and fall against the wall. That throb in my clit is so strong, so intense, I’m on the verge of collapsing.
I unbutton my jeans, yank them down, and slide my hand into my panties.
I groan as I slide my fingers over my soaking wet slit. It doesn’t feel as good as Theo’s thick, massive, powerful fingers, but they’ll have to do.
I look down and see that I’m so wet, I’ve left a wet spot in the crotch of my jeans. Thank god they’re black.
My heart races as I work my fingertips up and down myself, slowly at first. But it’s not long before I swirl the pads of my fingers over my swollen, aching clit. It’s good, but nowhere near as good as Theo’s hand…
God, I’m depraved. I’m on a date with another man, and I’m about to bring myself to orgasm at the thought of someone else.
Theo
Just his name in my mind is enough to make my knees weak. I’m so pissed at him, yet the things he’s doing to my body…the way he turns me on…
