Page 52 of Expose on the Ice

She laughs, the sound low and throaty. "Only when I’m looking for trouble." She leans in closer, her perfume – something spicy and exotic – filling my senses. "And honey, from the moment I saw you, I thought you were just the right trouble for me."

I can’t help but chuckle, shaking my head. "Trust me, you don’t want any part of my mess right now."

"Oh, I don’t know about that," Indiana purrs, her hand coming to rest on my forearm. "I’ve always had a thing for bad boys with a chip on their shoulder."

I glance down at her hand, then back up to her face. Her eyes are dark with desire, her lips parted slightly. Like the dress, not much is left to the imagination. It would be so easy to lean in, to lose myself with her and forget about everything else for a while.

"I’m not looking for anything serious," I say, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

Her fingers trace along my arm… down my chest… to my stomach… my groin. "Me either…"

I hesitate. "I?—

"Why don’t we get out of here? I promise, I can make you forget all about your troubles."

As she speaks, she shifts, causing the already low neckline of her dress to dip even lower. My eyes are drawn to the movement. Turns out thereisa little to see down there, and I find myself wondering just how far down that dress would go if given the chance.

As she waits for my answer, she bites her lip in a way that’s clearly meant to be seductive. It works, sort of. But I can’t help comparing it to the way Lily’s teeth would worry her bottom lip when she was deep in thought, a habit that was both innocent and maddeningly attractive.

I push the thought away, focusing on Indiana.

She’s here.

She’s interested.

She isn’t the one who had betrayed me.

"Let’s go," I say.

Her eyes light up, and she nods eagerly.

I lead her out of the bar, her hand in mine. The cool night air hits my face, a stark contrast to the stuffy warmth inside. As we walk to my car, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m makinga mistake. But the anger coursing through my veins pushes me forward.

We reach my car, a sleek black sports car that usually draws admiring glances. I press Indiana against the driver’s side door, and my lips find hers. She responds eagerly, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders, sizing up the irresistible force that’s about to engulf her.

"Back seat," I growl, fumbling for the door handle.

I lead Indiana into the back seat of my car, my breath heavy with anticipation and my mind clouded by hurt and anger. As soon as we’re inside, she straddles me, her dress riding up to reveal lace-trimmed underwear. Her hand slides to my crotch, rubbing through my jeans, and I let out a low growl.

"You’re eager, aren’t you?" she purrs, her breath against my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

I grab the back of her head and pull her lips to mine. Our tongues clash, her lips and mouth tasting like red wine. My hands roam over her body, squeezing her small, pert tits roughly through the fabric of her dress.

Indiana moans, grinding her hips against my growing erection. I pull down one strap of her dress, exposing a breast, and take her nipple into my mouth, biting lightly. She gasps, back arching, and the sound drives me wild.

My mind can’t help but flash to Lily – how I’d imagined this moment with her instead. But Lily had betrayed me. This woman in my lap, she’s here and ready to fuck with no emotional strings. No risk. No hurt.

I pull her dress down further, exposing both breasts. My hand snakes between her legs, tugging her underwear aside, and I slide a finger into her wetness. She groans, and I add another finger, hooking them inside her.

I keep my eyes shut, letting the alcohol and anger guide my actions. My fingers work their way deeper into Indiana, but as Imove inside her, my mind betrays me, conjuring images of Lily that I can’t shake.

Indiana’s moans grow louder, urging me on, faster and deeper. Her hips buck against my hand, wet and eager, but in the darkness of my closed eyelids, it’s Lily’s face I see. Lily’s moans I’d envisioned hearing.

"Fuck," Indiana gasps, her voice a mere whisper of lust.

I swallow hard, trying to focus on the moment. I slide my thumb over her clit, rubbing in small, firm circles. Her body convulses, a high-pitched whimper escaping her lips. Her head falls back, lips parted in ecstasy.

But it’s Lily’s flushed face, her lips quivering with anticipation, that fills my mind’s eye. I feel a twisted satisfaction in imagining it’s her I’m bringing to the brink. Taking control from her, getting back at her.

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