Page 69 of Melting the Ice

“Fuck. There’s no better view than you spread out before me, dripping with need.” His low voice sent shivers through my entire body, and I sucked in a breath of air when he went back to sucking on my clit.

My back arched off the desk when he plunged a finger inside of me, and intense heat coiled low in my belly before I crashed over the edge and came, his name a cry on my lips. I swore I felt him chuckle low against my heated skin before he lifted his head to meet my gaze.

“I can’t move.” I raked my hand through my hair and probably messed up my braid—if it even resembled one anymore with all the thrashing I’d already done on the desk and would hopefully do more of.

“Fucking gorgeous when you’re blissed out. I can’t wait to sink into your body and feel you clench down on my cock like you did my fingers.”

A stilted breath left my body at his words. He was going to kill me with that mouth—either with his tongue or the words coming out of it. But what a way to go.

“What’s going on in that head right now?” he asked as he kissed up my body, pausing to pull one of my nipples into his mouth to tease with his tongue. Then he gave the other breast the same treatment.

I was insatiable for him. “Just thinking about your magical tongue.”

He smirked. “Pretty sure you think my dick is magical, too.”

My laugh was watery. “You did not just say that? Goodness, Micah. That mouth.”

He leaned over me, his lips almost brushing mine. “You love it.”

I reached up, wrapping my arm around his neck, and pulled him down to my lips. “So much. So freaking much.” Then I sealed my lips to his.

***

“How about we skip Tipsy and go home? Celebrate the win with another orgasm or three.” Micah tightened his belt buckle, barely banked heat still in his eyes.

He’d already given me two orgasms, one with his mouth and the second when he’d just fucked me moments ago. I was still trying to catch my breath as I looked around for my panties before remembering that he’d shredded them.

“The remains of your panties are right here.” He grinned, tapping the pocket of the suit jacket he’d just slipped on. The man was fully dressed already. and I was still naked and sitting on the desk.

So hot.

“Guess I’m not wearing those,” I muttered, pulling on my leggings. Not that I cared one bit. My body was still humming. I just needed a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, and then I was going to let him drag me home for the next round.

After he’d destroyed me with his tongue, he’d flipped me over, gripped both my hands above my head with one of his and then slammed right into my welcoming body. I swore the desk had moved at least a few inches during our exercises. I bit back a giggle. At least the building was no longer full of people because keeping my voice down hadn’t been easy as my body had met his thrust for thrust.

“You’re blushing, Hurricane,” he murmured, pulling me out of my head. He ran his blunt fingernail over my bare breasts, and my nipples hardened under his touch. “So insatiable.”

“You should talk,” I said, my voice breathy.

“I will never deny that I want to fuck you any chance I can get. I want to hear you come. Feel you clench around me.”

An inaudible sound fell from my lips. Yep. He was trying to kill me.

“No Tipsy,” I said.

His grin widened, and he reached down, grabbed my jersey from the floor, and handed it to me. “Great idea. Let’s go home, Hurricane.”

***

“I guess I just have to lie here in this bed all by myself. Whatever should I do to pass the time while you’re away?” I teased the following morning, stretching languorously under the sheets.

We’d come home last night and climbed right into bed, where he’d given me another three orgasms throughout the night. I was freaking tired. At least I had two hours before I had to walk theday’s dogs, but Micah was heading to the airport in less than an hour, so snuggle time was officially over for the next five days.

He tossed one of his suits on top of his luggage and stalked over to me. My body quivered at the intensity in his eyes.

He leaned over me and tugged down the sheet, exposing my naked breasts, my belly, and my thighs. I instinctually parted them under his heated gaze. With one hand fisted on the sheet near my shoulder, he swiped his other hand down my body, his thumb barely grazing my clit, and I whimpered.

“If you feel the need to come when I’m not here, you better call me so I can hear you moan my name with every orgasm.”

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