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My eyes bore holes into his, my face as serious as my words. “Really fucking bad.”
“Shit,” he mutters, scraping a hand across his hair. “We’re some pair, right? You screwing your boss’s daughter, me falling for a straight guy.Again.”
I chuckle humorlessly, looking down at the kitchen floor. “Fucking stupid is what we are.”
“Do you love her?” he asks after a beat, and my head snaps up to stare at him.
“No.” But as soon as I’ve said it, my chest squeezes uncomfortably because it suspiciously feels like a lie. Mindlessly, I rub the heel of my hand against the irritation, frowning as I say, “It’s just infatuation. It will pass when one of us gets bored.”
Love.
The single-syllable word taunts my mind.
Love.
I’m incapable of love. At thirty-nine, I’ve never once fallen in love. Fallen in lust, sure. Plenty of times.
Only, it doesn’t feel like the other times with Pippa. It feels worse. It’s stifling and suffocating, and I’m now realizing I’m powerless against it.
Fuck.
I’m in love with her.
I’m in love with my boss’s daughter.
Chapter Thirty-Two
The following weekend, Ifind myself back at Lake Placid, watching ten girls skate behind Pippa, one after another, each trying to copy the move she demonstrates before it travels down the line like a skating version ofTelephone.Each version looks less and less like the one Pippa did, and by the time it reaches the last girl, it’s completely different.
“Miss Pippa, that weird man is back,” the little girl with Pippa’s old pink skates shouts, pointing directly at me. She glares at me before sticking out her tongue.
“Daisy,” Pippa chastises, and she snaps her head up, eyes locking on mine. “We don’t call people weird.”
“Sorry,” she pouts, then returns to gaze at me for a beat before taking off down the rink toward her friends.
“Hey,” Pippa beams, skating close to the edge of the rink but staying far enough away that we can’t reach each other.Considering what happened at the last rink we were at together, that’s probably for the best. “I’ll be done here in about ten minutes. We’re just finishing, but then I need to wait until they’re all picked up.”
I shove my hands in my pockets, nodding toward the row of seats I sat in the last time I was here. “Take your time.”
Pippa glances over her shoulders before closing in on the boards. “I’ve also got a surprise for you.”
Her grin screams trouble, and the hidden message I hope I’m reading correctly brings with it all sorts of dirty ideas. I loved her surprise before… All red and silky and sexy as fuck, something I could unwrap and savor.
She pushes backward, her pink tongue peeking out and seductively running along her lower lip.
I think I’ve got a thing for ice rinks. The image of her starting to sink to her knees in the shower at the Colorado facility has been in my mind on a loop; except in the fantasy, instead of it being cut short, we don’t get interrupted by the janitor. She takes me whole, sucking and lavishing my cock with expert precision, swallowing everything I give her, looking up at me with a dazed expression, licking her swollen lips.
She doesn’t owe me for the way I tongue-fucked her pussy or ate her ass out like I was becoming best friends with it. But if she wanted to finish what she started, I’m sure there’s a shower here some place…
Only that is not what she has in mind. Nearly half an hour later, when the rink is deserted, she’s on her knees, her hands clutching my ankles, checking over the pair of blades tied tight and secure around my feet.
“I’m so glad Evan is the same size as you,” she says with barely controlled glee as she stands and dusts off her hands. “He even sharpened them up for you, too.”
“How nice of him,” I deadpan as I push off the small wooden bench and try to stand. I wobble, throwing my hand out to catch Pippa’s shoulder, and she giggles.
“Have you never skated before?” I shake my head, and she cracks up. “This is going to be so good.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I say as I carefully pad across the mats, still holding on to Pippa. My feet almost go out from under me as I step onto the ice, the sensation completely different from what I’d imagined it to be by simply watching how effortlessly she takes to it.
