Page 41 of Ice-Cold Truth

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

I continue moving, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. My clit rubs against him, sending sparks of pleasure through me as his cock tightens. He’s going to come before me if I don’t do something to change that, so I reach between us to rub my clit.

His breath hisses between his teeth. “That is a sexy sight. Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

I rub faster, feeling the pressure build.

“That’s it. Make yourself come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me with your pussy.”

His dirty talk pushes me over the edge, and I cry out as I come, shuddering with pleasure as I clench around him.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it. Milk my cock with your pussy.” He thrusts up into me a few more times, grunting as he spills into the condom. I collapse on top of him, resting my head on his chest.

“Wham, bam,” I say breathlessly.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says with a laugh.

“Maybe quickies get an unfair reputation,” I say as I snuggle closer. We lay together for a while, enjoying the afterglow. Finally, I sit up and slide off him to remove the condom, tossing it in the trash.

“Did you mean it…last night?” he asks suddenly.

I blink and look at him. “Mean what?”

“That you love me?”

My heart skips a beat. I did say that, didn’t I? “Yes,” I whisper. “I meant it.”

He smiles and pulls me closer, kissing me softly. “Good, because I love you too. I’m sorry I pulled away and nearly let Karina come between us. The team’s lawyer is filing paperwork for a restraining order, so we won’t have to worry about her anymore.”

“Thank God,” I murmur. “I was worried she’d try to hurt you again.”

“I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about you. She could’ve really hurt you, but then, maybe I hurt you worse in a different way, by trying to protect you.”

I smile and kiss him. “I’m fine. I promise. And now that she’s out of the picture, we can focus on our future together.” I kiss his cheek. “After a shower.”

Stretching languidly, I slip out of bed and head into the bathroom for a quick shower. As I lather up, my thoughts drift to Jack and what I need to talk with him about.

He wants to support me in exposing Coach Matthews’ unethical practices, and I’m grateful for his loyalty. Still, a part of me worries about the potential consequences, not just for Jack’s career but for our relationship.

Pushing aside those concerns for now, I step out and towel off, dressing in a crisp white blouse and navy pencil skirt. A glance in the mirror reveals a slight flush to my cheeks, no doubt from this morning’s lingering intimacies. I apply a touch of makeup, letting my eyes shine through, and run my fingers through my dark locks, allowing them to fall in sleek waves around my shoulders.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lures me into the kitchen, where I find Jack already up and about, clad in nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants that hug his muscular frame enticingly. He turns at my approach, a lopsided grin spreading across his handsome features.

“I missed you, beautiful,” he says, pulling me into an embrace and claiming my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.

“It’s only been fifteen minutes,” I say against his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. “But…fine. I missed you too.”

A low chuckle reverberates through him. His steel-gray eyes sparkle with mirth before turning serious. “So, about today…”

I nod, understanding his meaning. “You really want to come with me?”

“Absolutely.” His determination is evident. “Vince is a good guy, who got royally screwed over by Matthews. If I can help get some justice for him, I want to do that.”

Warmth blossoms at Jack’s support. “Thank you, Jack.”

He tenderly cups my face, his thumb caressing my cheekbone. “I’m all in, no matter what.”

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