Page 120 of Born of Ice

Exton winds his arms under my butt, lifting me and holding me against the wall with his as he trails his lips down lower. Over my collar bone and then lower, biting the top of my breast over my thin long-sleeve, and I gasp.

“Baby…” My hips roll against his hard-on he has pressed into my aching core. My fingers are in his hair, clawing at his back, begging for more, more, more, and he groans about to pull my shirt up right here in this hallway when someone clears their throat behind Exton.

I startle, pulling away from him, my cheeks pink, hair a mess. Oh my God, I was just shamelessly grinding against Exton when someone caught us.

I tip my head over his shoulder to see who’s there, and the situation goes from bad to kill-me-now.

“Miss Monroe,” Exton’s coach says with amusement, his lips curved into a knowing smirk.

“Um, Coach?” I roll my lips, squirming against Exton’s hold to let me down but the man just stands there like a solid wall and…laughing. He’s freaking laughing while I’m dying of embarrassment over here.

I pull my arm away as much as I can and punch him which does nothing but makes his body shake harder. This is not how I wanted to properly meet him for the first time.

“Make sure this one shows up tomorrow, will you, Electra?” He nods toward his player, and I nod with a forced smile.

“I will,” I squeak out, fighting against Exton’s hold but small little me can’t do anything against the hulk.

Coach turns, walking away with a chuckle of his own as he says, “Oh, to be young again.”

“I’m so going to kill you, Exton! You are a dead man walking,” I grit out quietly.

“Promises, promises,” Exton taunts me with a teasing, lazy smile on his face as his hand squeezes my ass and his lips are back on mine.

“Ex—” I beat against his chest, but he just pushes his tongue deeper, his erection rubbing against my sensitive clit once again and all fight and lingering embarrassment leaves my body. In its place is dark need for this man.

“Home. Get me home, now, Exton.”

“No fucking way. I need to have you spread naked with my cock in your drenched, begging pussy in the next minute or I really will be a dead man walking,” he says, and we are moving.

Exton is carrying me somewhere dark, locks the door behind us and in the next second he’s thrusting into me with a low groan as his hand slips underneath my shirt and bra, kneading my breasts.

“Fucking heaven.”

After that we are both lost in each other, moving as one, dissolving into each other’s touch, feel, pleasure.

“I love you,” I whisper as I come.

“Now and forever,” Exton adds as his cum paints me from the inside.

We are just walking out of the arena, wearing matching stupid grins and hearts in our eyes when I hear it.

“Electra?” The voice in the back of us makes me stop in my tracks. Exton stops with me, looks over his shoulder to see who called me and his lip curls into a menacing scowl.

Let me handle this, I tell him with my eyes.

But I have all this excess anger I need to unload, and his face looks so perfect for it, his say, and I roll mine.

Please.

Fine, tear him to pieces, give him that angry elf energy.

I almost want to laugh but hold it back. No need to share any of my happiness with the person behind.

“Filip,” I answer as I turn around, facing my old trainer but also a person I considered a friend. Or more like, family. And the same person who gave up on me as soon as my body hit the cold ice that day.

“You…you are walking?” His wide eyes are sweeping over my form, looking up and down and focusing on my legs.

I look down there myself and then back at him. “Yeah. Sorry to disappoint,” I say in a flat voice and watch his throat work on a hard swallow.

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