Page 3 of Expose on the Ice

I inhale deeply, attempting to ground myself. This is what I’ve been working toward for ages. Regardless of what happens, I will give it my all and show everyone – including myself – that I’m a top-tier sports reporter.

When Jess has finally exhausted her lingerie suggestions and headed to her room after a supportive hug, I collapse onto my bed, tired but still keyed up. I’m not sure it’s safe to be alone with my thoughts right now – and there are certainly plenty of them.

I gaze at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling. This gig is the opportunity of a lifetime, presented to me on a platter. It could be a dream realized for me. But dreams have an unpleasant tendency to morph into nightmares.

As I toss and turn, my imagination keeps concocting absurd scenarios. I see myself accidentally addressing Knox as ‘Mr. Knoxville.’ I picture arriving at the arena in my underwear. I imagine swooning at the sight of Knox and regaining consciousness with the entire team looking down at me.

I groan and bury my face in my pillow. This is going nowhere.

Drawing a deep breath, I force myself to concentrate on the positives. If I ace this assignment, it could unlock a world of possibilities for my career. No more trivial articles about youth sports games – I could be reporting on the major leagues.

But first, I need to make Knox open up to me, truly open up.

As slumber finally begins to envelop me, my thoughts drift back to him: those stormy slate eyes, that sculpted jawline, and the way his physique moves beneath his uniform as he glides across the ice…

I jolt awake, my face flushing. “Lily, stay focused,” I admonish myself.

But even as I say it, I know it’s a losing battle.

I can’t suppress the shiver that courses through me at the thought.

I mean, who could fault me?

The man is sex on blades.

I inhale deeply, attempting to clear my mind. Tomorrow will be demanding enough without these thoughts clouding my judgment; I need to be sharp and focused.

But clear my mind, I cannot.Thoseeyes seem burned into the insides of my eyelids, staring at me, brimming with secrets I am desperate to unveil.

Maybe the way to ease the tension is toease the tension?

“Oh, screw it,” I whisper.

After a sigh, I let one hand glide south, inside the waistband of my pajama pants. The other goes north, inside my top, and finds a nipple. I need to get to sleep, after all…

Knox’s face is still emblazoned in my mind, those stormy gray eyes staring at me, challenging and intense, like they can see right inside me, drilling down to get my darkest secrets.

If only he knew what I’m doing right now.

The thought sends a mischievous thrill through me.

It feels good.

Electric.

Shivers race up my spine as I work my clit, my breath hitches as I think about those eyes locking on me from across the interview table. Except, for all the fuss Jess had made, in my fantasy, I wear nothing.

He can see every inch of me…

Breathing heavily…

Flushed…

Hair tumbling around my shoulders as I fall apart for him…

Becauseof him.

The thought sends a jolt of something hot and irrepressible through me.

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