Page 37 of In Bed with the Ice Queen

“Sounds perfect! How about dinner at that new Italian place down the street?” Sloane suggested.

“Let’s do it!” Helena agreed, feeling a rush of happiness.

As they packed up their things, Helena couldn’t help but feel thankful for both her growing business and her blossoming relationship with Sloane. She had built a solid foundation for Wolfe Enterprises, and now, with Sloane by her side, the future looked brighter than ever.

Together, they left the office, ready to take on whatever challenges awaited them, both in business and in their personal lives.

Helena adjusted her sunglasses as she stepped out of the car, ready for her next business trip. This one felt drastically different from the Hawaii trip. The sun was shining in FortLauderdale, Florida, and warm breezes swept through the palm trees. She felt excited to be here, even though it was a business trip. She glanced at Sloane, who was getting out her luggage.

Once they reached the front desk, Helena argued a little with the receptionist. After a moment of chatter, Sloane turned to Helena, her arms crossed with a teasing smile.

“They upgraded us to a suite!” Helena announced proudly.

“Wow, that’s great!” Sloane cheered while she tried to suppress her laugh. “Do you think it has two beds this time?”

“We’ll see about that!” Helena replied as they walked towards the elevator.

When they reached their floor, Helena could feel her heart race with anticipation. They stepped inside their suite, and Helena gasped. The room was much larger than she had expected. Elegant decor surrounded them, and a big window overlooked the lush greenery outside.

“Look at this place!” Helena exclaimed, her eyes shining. “This is amazing!”

Sloane grinned and twirled around. “I know! But…” She paused, her smile widening as she pointed. “Look at the bed.”

Helena’s eyes followed, and she burst out laughing. “No way! There’s only one bed!”

Sloane chuckled, shaking her head. “This is just too funny! We’ve upgraded our room, but they still gave us one bed.”

Helena leaned against the wall, remembering their first trip together to Hawaii. “Oh to be stuck in that room with just one bed again.”

Sloane laughed harder now. “You were so frustrated back then. I thought you were going to throw your shoes at me!”

“I was just stressed out!” Helena replied, trying to catch her breath from laughing. “I felt so lonely and bitter back then. Having you thrust into my personal space was annoyingly great, okay?”

“And look at us now,” Sloane said, her tone gentle. “We’ve both changed so much since then.”

Helena felt her heart swell at Sloane’s words. They had come a long way, and it made her feel warm inside. “You’re right. I’m glad we’re here together.”

Sloane stepped closer, her eyes searching Helena’s. “Me too.” She reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind Helena’s ear. At that moment, the air felt charged with emotion.

Helena’s breath caught in her throat as Sloane’s fingers lingered against her skin. Without thinking, Helena leaned in closer, and their lips met softly. A spark ignited between them.

Sloane pulled back, her eyes twinkling. “Do you want to relive that night in Hawaii?” she teased with a playful smirk.

Helena’s cheeks flushed. “Only if it involves me being much nicer to you this time.”

Sloane nodded, a laugh escaping her lips. “Won’t argue with that.”

They began to take off each other’s clothes, slowly and tenderly, feeling both the warmth of the air and their hearts. They kissed again, deeper this time, their hands exploring softly as they moved to the bed. This time, there was no fight or internal conflict, only love and deep respect. As they settled onto the soft mattress, laughter faded into whispering words and gentle touches. Helena felt her heart race again, not from anxiety but from love and connection. “I’m glad we’re together like this,” she murmured, resting her head on Sloane’s shoulder.

“It’s the best part of these trips,” Sloane said softly, brushing her fingers along Helena’s arm. “Being together, building something new.”

Helena smiled, feeling the warmth of Sloane's affection. “Yes, together. Always.”

They kissed again, feeling grateful for each other. And though they only had one bed, Helena knew that it was going tobe a good night. The thrilling part was not hiding herself the way she thought she always had to.

In a playful mood, she gently pushed Sloane down onto the fluffy white bedspread.

“Whoa! What was that for?” Sloane laughed, her eyes sparkling with surprise.

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