Page 60 of Melting the Ice

“If you insist,” I said, quickly shedding my robe. Desire sparked through my body as Micah shoved down the sheet, revealing his already hard cock.

Holy hell. I couldn’t wait for him to get home in a few days. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted this man, and whatever was going on between us, I was loving every second of it.

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“This place is awesome,” I said, walking into the art gallery where Harper worked the following day. I probably should’ve said no to lunch because I knew she was going to grill me about Micah, but I liked Harper. She was a fun friend that I felt like I could relate to, and I didn’t have any really close friends. I had casual friends in the various places that I’d lived over the years, but I wouldn’t say I was really close to any of them. But Harper and I just gelled. And yeah, confiding in her when she was dating one of Micah’s teammates could definitely backfire, but Harper seemed like a genuine person who wouldn’t spill my secrets to everyone.

Harper gave me a big smile. “Hey, Josie. Yeah, it’s pretty sweet, but you owe me deets.”

I chuckled. “About art? I’m not a super artsy person. I mean, I like drawing, but nothing like this.” I waved my hand at the walls and smirked at her expression of annoyance.

“Ah, yes. Your spicy drawings. Did you get any more clients? Seriously, it’s so cool that you’re drawing special pieces for their fans. And I bet Micah is a helpful source of inspiration.” She wiggled her brows at me.

I giggled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. And yes, I’m up to six authors now, including Cora, when she’s ready.” Word of mouth had paid off more than I’d thought possible.

“That’s amazing. I hope everything works out so you can just stay here in Denver,” she said.

“Aw, thanks. Yeah, it’s growing on me.”

She smirked. “Yeah, I bet he is.” She grabbed her bag from under the counter, ignoring my gaping mouth at her comment.

Not that she was wrong. Crap. How red was my face right now?

“Gary, I’m grabbing lunch. Text if you want anything,” she called out. Then she walked over to me, linked her arm with mine, and guided me toward the front door.

“Shit, it’s cold. I know the best little sandwich shop we can hit up, and you are going to spill all the dirty, dirty deets while we’re there.”

I couldn’t help but grin as we walked down the sidewalk; the snow piled up on one side of me. I shivered at the sight of all of it. We got a decent amount back home near Philly, but not like this.

“Maybe it was just a kiss,” I said nonchalantly.

She turned, giving me side-eye. “Yeah, sure. With your history and the way that man looks at you like he’s ready to feast? There’s no fucking way it was just a kiss.”

“Seriously, Harper.”

“Just stating the obvious.” She unlinked her arm from mine and, pulling open the door, said, “Here we are. Their Thanksgiving wraps are to die for. I could eat them year-round.”

“There are like thirty options,” I said, staring at the wall behind the counter where all the sandwiches were written out with short descriptions.

Harper continued without hearing me. “It’s the Gobbler. You know, like what Micah wants to do, or maybe already has done, to you.”

“Oh my god, you’re relentless.”

She chuckled. “It’s not like my personality should be a surprise to you. You’ve been hanging out with us for over three weeks.”

“It feels longer.”

“Because I’m awesome, I know. Now pick a sandwich. I technically only have forty-five minutes before I have to head back. I mean, Gary’s fine with it since I’m his best employee and have solid sales, but I want to make sure we have plenty of time to discuss what’s going on in that condo.”

“Fine, fine.” I perused the wall of options again and finally decided to follow Harper’s suggestion and get the Gobbler. And tried not to think about how Micah did, in fact, enjoy gobbling me up. I fought down the shudder coursing through me and prayed Harper wouldn’t call me out for blushing.

It was just the cold air. Because winter.

“Ha! You’re not denying it,” she teased.

“Oh, hush. I need to order lunch.” I ignored her chuckle and stepped up to the counter.

We grabbed drinks and waited for our sandwiches, then sat down at a small table in the corner. There was a steady stream of customers, but most of them ordered their food to go, so only five of the twelve tables were full.

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