Page 77 of Melting the Ice

Ileaned back in my chair and took out my phone. We had the night off after arriving in Chicago for our final game on this trip. Dinner with my teammates was winding down, and I wished I wasn’t going back to an empty hotel room. The road trip had been okay, with one win and one loss. Hopefully, we could grab two more points with tomorrow’s game.

Micah: Are you in bed yet?

Micah: Fuck. I missed waking up with you on top of me this morning.

Ten minutes went by. Shit. Was I laying it on too thick?

I tapped out another message.

Micah: Still working?

Finally, three dots popped up. I was so fucking gone for my hurricane.

Josie: No Tipsy tonight. Just finishing up some work for an author.

Micah: Dirty pics that you need more inspiration with?

My stomach tightened. I’d reaped more rewards than I’d anticipated every time she wanted toresearchdifferent positions for her drawings. Fuck. I wished I was at home right now.

Josie: Maybe.

Micah: What are they doing tonight?

Josie: All the spicy things. I’m still trying to get the right shading of his hands on her ass as he takes her from behind.

Josie: Like how you had me on the bathroom counter the other morning so we could watch each other?

I shifted in my seat. Fucking hell, I was ready to explode, just remembering her hard nipples brushing against the cool tiles, her cheeks flushed with desire, as I slammed into her.

Micah: Are you trying to kill me?

Josie: You started this conversation.

Josie: Are you in your room?

Micah: No. I’m having dinner with the guys.

Josie: And dirty texting me? Naughty, naughty, Micahtron. Hope no one is reading over your shoulder.

I glanced around the table, but thank fuck, no one was paying attention to me. I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t resist.

Micah: We’re finishing up, and I miss you.

Micah: What are you wearing?

An image popped up, and I bit back a groan. Her shirt had slipped off of one shoulder, and she was clearly not wearing a bra. Her pebbled nipples made my mouth water. Her hair was piled up on her head, with some messy strands floating around her face, and her mouth was slightly parted.

And now I was beyond fucking hard and cursing myself for being an idiot and starting this conversation while I was having dinner with my teammates.

I took a sip of my beer as my phone buzzed with another message. I tapped out a response without reading her next message.

Micah: Fucking hell. Take off that shirt and send me another pic.

Micah: How wet are you?

Ray: Dude? WTF?

Ray: Damn. Who’s texting you right now?

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