Page 94 of Cold As Ice

I pulled off him and licked my lips. “Good, I want it.”

“And I want to come,” he pulled me to my feet and crowded me against the tiles, “with my cock buried deep inside you.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” I did, and Austin grabbed the backs of my thighs, lifting me up. “Line me up.”

I reached between us, grasping his length and notching against my entrance.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and our gazes collided. For a split second, my heart fluttered with silly, traitorous thoughts. “You good with me fucking you bare?”

“I… Yes, yes. I’m on birth control.”

“I’m clean.”

I nodded, my eyelashes fluttering at the feel of him right there, slipping and sliding against my clit. Close but not close enough.

But then he said, “I want your eyes on me as I fuck you.”

Sex.

It was just sex.

Austin impaled me on his dick; our collective moans were drowned out by the shower.

“More,” I cried as he lifted off again and slowly pulled me back down right as he thrust upwards.

It felt incredible.

The slip and slide of our bodies as he fucked me slow and hard in the steam.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” he said, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss.

He didn’t mean it. They were just words spoken in the heat of the moment. But my heart snagged on them, nonetheless.

Because while I knew it couldn’t be more—for my sake and his—I was still only human.

And hearing the guy you were casually sleeping with say those words made me wish there was a tiny bit of truth to them.

* * *

“Mommy, Mommy.”

The familiar voice circled my dream, pulling me from the darkness. Confusion swam in my head as I tried to get my bearings.

“Mommy, I’m home. Jerrykins brought me to say good mornings.”

My eyes flew open.

“Mommy where—”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Panic slammed into me as I threw off the covers and turned to the sleeping hockey player beside me. “Austin, Imogen is here.”

“W-what?” he murmured, voice heavy with sleep.

“Imogen is here.”

“MOMMY, WHERE ARE YOU?”

“Fuck.” He scrambled out of bed, tripping on his own feet and landing with a resoundingthud. “What do I do?”

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