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I glanced at Christian and thanked fuck he had his headphones on. That could have been embarrassing for us both.

Demi smiled smugly.

“If you react like that to my hand, can you imagine my mouth?” she whispered.

And just like that, my cock was hard again. Fuck me!

Demi

I loved the expression on Ice’s face, as I basically gave him a hand job. When I took his finger in my mouth and mimicked a blow job, I thought he was going to pin me down and ravish me. There was a look in his eyes that drenched my sex within seconds. I felt empowered having this huge, powerful male under my spell.

When he tried to touch me, I had knocked his hand away. I’d wanted to pleasure him, watch him come undone. And I did just that. The look on his face when he came was everything. I completely nearly creamed my own panties watching that. Sex between us certainly wouldn’t be an issue. We were more than compatible. Actually, compatible was a joke. We were off the charts.

From how Ice had been dating me, our life would be amazing and filled with wonder. All I needed to do was reach out a hand and take it. So why did I feel like this?

Chapter Nine.

Demi

The rest of the sleigh ride was magical and wondrous. Despite the beauty surrounding me and Ice’s arm wrapped around me, and my being tucked under his chin, something was wrong deep inside. And it was me sabotaging myself. Ice hadn’t told me anything about his childhood, but from what he’d yelled at me at our first meeting, I knew it was bad. I didn’t want to be the next thing the media would chase him over.

Too many people knew for it to remain a secret. Back at home, I’d be able to hide on the ranch and nobody could intrude on our land without us knowing. But here? Security was tight, I knew that. Hell, I was still being followed by the shadow Drake had sicced on me. Even on our dates, he wasn’t far away. Guards also remained on Pops and my uncles. For now, if the shit hit the fan, I would be protected.

But that depended on Drake and Phoe’s generosity. If they decided to throw us to the wolves, I couldn’t stop them. That would mean every stinking reporter would dig into mybackground and discover the truth. And if Ice and I were in a relationship, it would be a further scandal attached to him.

Hell, even if we weren’t together, I could only imagine the speculation his name alone would garner. That’s what was holding me back. An absolute fear of Ice coming to the realisation I wasn’t worth the time, trouble, or effort. Ice had an image to uphold.

He was a Michaelson, his mother was famous, he had famous siblings; he was well known and respected in his career. Add to that, he ran a charity with his brothers and sisters and was seen as a role model. Being linked to a child of rape and an inbred one would tarnish his halo. It was selfish of me to potentially put him through that.

“Shouldn’t that be my choice?” Ice asked, jolting me.

“Huh?”

“All those thoughts. I decide if I want to be with you,” Ice replied, and I frowned. “Demi, you were muttering to yourself. It’s a rather endearing quality, but the thought process was disturbing.”

“I said all that aloud?” I gasped.

Damnit. I was mortified. Ever since I was young, I worked through problems vocally; it had amused my family to no end. I’d outgrown it as I got older, but when I was working with a problem horse, I regressed.

“Muttered it. I listened carefully. That’s a cute trait, but honey, your worries are moot.”

“What?” I asked with a chuckle.

“One of Mom’s English words. Sorry, it means—”

“I know what it means, Ice. It’s just strange hearing it from your lips,” I teased, trying to distract him.

It didn’t work.

“Your concerns, babe. Let them go. I’ve survived worse than gossip.”

“Don’t you have endorsements?” I asked.

“Yup, and I do not care if they cancel. I have my wages, and I rarely spend anything. I live simply. There’s also a trust fund from Mom. Demi, I play hockey because I enjoy it, not because of the money or sponsorships. Nobody dictates how I live my life.”

“But being linked to me… if the truth comes out…”

“I don’t give a flying fuck. I want you. Anyone with a problem can take a hike.”

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