Page 33 of Fate on the Ice

Grace straightens her head. Her gaze flicks down at me as I begin to play with her tits. Pinching her nipples, I gently tug on them. Then I use my thumbs to massage them before I pinch and tug again. A light sheen of sweat breaks out over her body, and at the same time, goose bumps appear, and she trembles.

“I need to move, Otto.”

“Not yet, Grace. Stay still and just feel. Let that feeling grow. I want you to be on the edge of an orgasm, ready to tip over before you move. Be my good girl, honey.”

One of my hands leaves her tits and slides down her center until I find her clit with my thumb. Grace’s entire body jolts as soon as I touch her there. Rubbing my fingers against her sensitive bud, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, unable to look away from her.

Her lips part, her eyes widen, and she gasps. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold on,” Grace exhales. “I need to move. It hurts.”

“Just a few more seconds, honey.” My thumb begins to move harder and faster against her clit. I can feel her climbing closer to the edge, and I know that when she comes, it’s going to be huge.

Her hips buck ever so slightly as she attempts to control herself. It’s fucking beautiful. I watch as her chest rises and falls rapidly, her panting breaths growing louder and more intense with each passing moment.

“Okay, honey. Fuck me.”

And she does. Hard. Her body moves, her hips buck, and her tits sway. Gripping her waist loosely, I don’t try to control this moment. All of this is for her to take from me and to find her satisfaction. I’ll get my own, no worries on that. I could have come before we even started.

It doesn’t take her long, just a few bucks of her hips, before she cries out softly, almost a whimpering noise, as she comes. I feel her cunt squeeze me, almost strangling my cock, and then my balls draw up.

I come inside of her.

She draws it out of me right before she collapses against my chest. She buries her face in my neck as she attempts to catch her breath.

Wrapping my arms around her back, I hold her close to me as I attempt to catch my own breath. Fucking hell, this woman is my dream in about a dozen different ways. I just hope her lunch with her father today doesn’t ruin this.

This moment, this woman, this life is perfect right now.

Chapter

Sixteen

GRACE

My father sits across from me, his expression set in stone. Clearly, he is taking this much worse than I imagined he would. I didn’t think he would give a shit who I dated. And maybe he doesn’t. Maybe it’s more he’s upset that it’s me dating his player and not the other way around.

I decide that I can’t just let us continue this lunch in silence. I have to know what he’s thinking.

“Are you making that face because you’re upset that Otto is seeing me or because I’m seeing him?”

My father’s eyes widen, and then his brows snap together. “I don’t even know what the fuck you’re saying to me.”

Arching a brow, I watch him, waiting for him to continue speaking. But he doesn’t. He looks down at his food, moving it around the plate with his fork. A long silence passes between us.

“You know what I’m saying. So, what is it?” I ask. “You don’t want me to date him, or do you not want him to date me?”

He shakes his head a couple of times, then lifts his gaze to meet mine. “I didn’t realize when you moved down here that you would be trying to land a husband. These are not the men you date. They have huge futures ahead of them.”

The words he’s just said to me cut like a knife, but he doesn’t stop there. He continues to slice me open and cut me down with every single word. “Maybe you’re money and power hungry, just like your mother.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss. “You don’t even know me, and if you did, you wouldn’t say that to me.”

Gathering my purse from the chair next to me, I stand. I haven’t even eaten half my food, and I’m not hungry either. Instead, I am ready to get the hell out of here. Fuck him and whatever bullshit he rode in on.

“It shouldn’t surprise me that you’re just like her. She raised you, after all.”

I could stand in the middle of this restaurant and tell everyone around me exactly what kind of man is sitting across from me, making disgusting accusations. But I decide not to. Instead, I shake my head once, then clear my throat and lean forward.

“She raised me because you abandoned me. And I’m not even sure if you would call what she did raising.”

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