Page 50 of Back On Ice

“We can’t have you attending the press conference all stressed,” he murmurs against my lips, skimming his fingers down my collarbone and across my breasts, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Let me take your mind off things.”

I barely nod before his lips are on mine again, his hands trailing up and down my naked body until every touch has mynerve endings lighting up. His fingers skim over my thighs, coming over my ass and dangerously close to where I want him. Every second of his featherlight touch has me more aware of every sensation. When he comes around to my breasts again, he gently pinches my nipples, causing me to gasp into his mouth and press my legs together, desperate for friction.

Chest rumbling, he pushes me to my back and puts a knee between my legs. The feeling of his mouth on my neck as he lovingly massages and tweaks my nipples is pure heaven. When his hand moves down towards my aching pussy, I’m sure that one touch will have me falling over the edge.

He starts slowly though, his fingers moving languid circles, but they never move to my clit. His tongue laves at my nipples, his teeth teasing the flesh. My hips lift unconsciously, trying to push him in the right direction. When I grunt in frustration, he clicks his tongue at me.

“Patience, Soph,” he says teasingly, torturing me a little longer. Everything is becoming too much, too sensitive.

“Touch me like you mean it,” I whimper. “Please, Carter.”

He moves his face back to mine and kisses me, catching my bottom lip between his teeth. “Okay,” he breathes out, moving his fingers to my clit as his tongue licks a path up my neck.

Fuck yes.

This is what I need, the pads of his fingers brushing against my sensitive nub, sending jolts of electricity through me. A high pitched moan escapes me as his touch brings me higher and higher. Just when I’m about to fall over the edge… he stops.

“I—what?” I sputter, reaching for his hand. What the hell? I was so close.

He chuckles. “If I let you come, it’s all over, and you’ll go right back to worrying about the press conference.” ”

My mouth gapes open. “You’re going to make me wait?”

“Just imagine,” he says, bringing his hand back to my pussy and once again rubbing in agonizingly slow circles. “Being brought close to the edge, again and again, but never getting to come. And then,” he nips my ear, “hours later, when you finally do get to, all that pleasure,” his pace increases slightly, “that buildup that you went through, finally reaching it’s peak and throwing you into the greatest fucking orgasm of your life.”

His words are downright sinful. I keen, my back arching off the bed, and a cry escapes me. What would that be like, to have an orgasm like that?

His fingers still again.

“Carter!” I whine, nearly panting for release. I want to have what he talked about later, but holy shit, Ineedto come right now too.

But Carter’s in control. He always seems to know exactly what I need.

“I think one more time will keep your mind off things long enough to get through the press conference” He grins wickedly at me, his fingers returning to my clit.

This time, when he stops, he kisses me tenderly before I can protest. “Later, when I have you falling apart all over my tongue, that can be your reward for kicking ass at the press conference.”

Then he carries me to the shower and continues torturing me with his meticulous care as he washes my body and hair and gets me ready for the press conference.

By the time I’m fully dressed and ready to go, one thing is abundantly clear—he certainly did get my mind off things, and if his distraction is just a taste of what reward awaits me, I’m going to blow this press conference out of the fucking water.

I’m nearly blinded by the flashing of cameras, and I suddenly wonder how Carter hasn’t permanently lost his vision after dealing with things like this for years. We’re standing in front of the Twin Rinks on a raised platform while reporters, the local TV news, and citizens of the town gather around. A text from my mom helped calm my nerves somewhat before we went in front of the cameras, but now the anxiety is back in full force.

Mom: You’re gonna knock ‘em dead! BOTH of you! :)

The memory of her little emoji makes me smile though. It took her forever to learn how to do that.

Carter is currently standing at the podium, giving a speech about how we’re going to restore the rec center to its “deserved glory”, and showing the 3D model on the display screen behind him. He has his charming smile on, and the crowd is eating it up.

Thank goodness.

I had been decidedly less eloquent than Carter, but got through my notecards outlining our new rewards program and how we’ll draw in customers from outside towns with recreational ice skating events on holiday weekends.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what the jewel of Ivy Glen will look like.” He smiles at the cameras, posing next to the screen as the area explodes in flashes of light, photographers taking the opportunity for the perfect shot.

“We are now open for questions,” Carter announces.

“Mr. Williams, Mr Williams!” The reporters all call over one another, vying for his attention. Carter points to a reporter with a microphone that reads Channel 6 News.

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