Page 63 of Ice Cold Heart

It didn’t take more than a second to get us naked again. I set her feet on the ground and flipped her around, gently bending her over the table.

“Face down, ass up, Avery.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” she teased.

I trailed my fingers up her bare back to her hair, then gripped a handful and pulled just enough to make her arch up.

“I’m not asking,” I growled into her ear.

She was soaking wet, and she let out a low groan when I slowly pushed into her. We’d ditched the condoms weeks ago after exchanging tests, and I never got tired of feeling her squeeze me from the inside skin to skin.

It was always like this with her. Soft, sweet, perfect, then we’d ignite and everything else would disappear except the flames. I came with her shuddering underneath me after two orgasms.

Avery started laughing as she straightened. “It’s a good thing none of your roommates came home early.”

I curled an arm around her, pulling her naked body against me so I could kiss her. “It wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“I know,” she agreed, resting a hand on my chest. “We should go inside, or at least put on some clothes.”

“I’m barely vertical over here. My legs keep buckling.”

“Poor baby,” she murmured. “We should get you upstairs and into bed.”

My dick twitched at the promise in her tone, and I quickly grabbed the pile of clothes at our feet. “For you, anything.”

Avery smiled like I was joking, but I was completely serious. She’d been my dream girl from the beginning, and the closer she let me get, the more I wanted. No amount of time with her was ever enough.

I couldn’t tell her though, not yet. She’d run the other way. But I was known for being relentless on the ice, and I could be patient until she was ready.

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Marco sipped his chai with exaggerated slowness, staring at me over the rim of his cup. I’d successfully ignored him for three whole minutes, but since we’d pushed two of the desks together to form one “superdesk”—his words—he’d learned how to get my attention.

I put down the pen I’d been using to take notes and met his gaze. “What?”

“When are you going to tell me about Cole Mathis and the very interesting bruise on your neck?”

Through sheer will, I kept my hands in my lap. “When you tell me why you really broke up with Shonda.”

His eyes narrowed. “A fair exchange. I agree, though you might not want to hear this. Shonda liked me well enough when I was a newspaper shut-in with no friends. She liked me less when I started going to hockey games and developed a social life with a beautiful badass. In the end, she gave me an ultimatum—her or you.”

My brows shot up as guilt squeezed my chest. “Marco, I’m sorry. I never meant to ruin your relationship.”

He reached across the superdesk and wiggled his fingers until I put my hand in his. “No. Shonda ruined the relationship. I picked you because you’re my friend, and you’d never ask me to choose.”

“I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

“I promise I’m not upset at all. We weren’t good for each other anyway. Plus, now I’m single for all the hockey hotties you keep throwing my direction.”

I rolled my eyes and retrieved my hand. “One time. It was one time, and all I did was ask you to give Sellers a ride home.”

Marco whistled low. “I don’t know what they put in the sports drinks here, but the entire hockey team could have their way with me, and I’d say thank you, sir, may I have another.”

“Slut,” I coughed into my hand.

He laughed and jerked his chin at my souvenir from last night’s skinny-dipping adventure. “You’re one to talk. Now spill.”

“You already know I’m hooking up with Cole.”

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