Page 21 of In Bed with the Ice Queen

Sloane surrendered to the sensation, overwhelmed as Helena began to paw at her body again. She gasped, the feeling every nerve come alive. Helena made her way down Sloane’s body, not leaving an inch untouched as she traced the curve of her ass and down the back of her legs, then back up again until she reached Sloane’s hot, wet pussy.

She hesitated, and Sloane wanted to peek her head around to make sure Helena was okay, but before she could lift up her torso, Helena glided her fingers between her thighs, separating them just slightly before she pushed two inside.

Sloane couldn’t bite back her pleasure as she moaned deeply, feeling the pressure of Helena inside her. Helena’s fingers explored Sloane’s inside as she brought them in and out rhythmically. Sloane tried to sit up, but Helena pushed her back down on the bed.

“Not yet,” she growled. “I’m not done with you.”

And with that, she increased her speed, roughly pushing her fingers in and out, curling them slightly and finding her clit with her thumb to rub it in circles.

Sloane started panting as she tried to hold on, wanting it to last as long as possible, and just when she thought she would burst, Helena flipped her over on her back and buried her face in between her legs, running her tongue between Sloane’s folds.

Clutching the sheets, Sloane felt every wave swell higher. Each gentle lick sent shivers down her spine. “I can’t… I’m so close!” she gasped, her voice thick with desire.

Helena continued, her rhythm steady and skilled. “Just let go, Sloane. I’ve got you,” she encouraged.

With one final wave of pleasure, Sloane clung to the sheets as everything exploded into a brilliant light. Breathless, she let out a soft cry.

As Sloane came back down from her orgasm, she felt Helena’s comforting presence beside her, and Sloane turned to smile at her.

“That was incredible,” Sloane said, grinning.

Helena chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Sloane's face. “That was… I think I missed that.”

9

HELENA

Helena woke up early. Her eyes fluttered open to the soft, golden light streaming through the window. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to shake off the heaviness of a night's sleep in a strange place. The tropical air filled the room with a faint scent of flowers, and she took a moment to enjoy the warmth of the Hawaiian morning. But then she turned her head and saw Sloane.

Helena groaned quietly, her heart sinking a little. There, sprawled comfortably nude next to her with wavy brown hair splayed across the pillow, was Sloane. Helena quickly sat up, feeling a twinge of panic. They were never supposed to end up in the same bed like this, and certainly wasn’t supposed to….

She shook her head to clear the memories of last night’s intimacy.

“Sloane, wake up,” Helena whispered, shaking Sloane gently. “We’re late for the meeting.”

Sloane stirred, her eyes blinking open slowly. “Huh? What time is it?”

Helena quickly glanced at the clock on the nightstand. The numbers blurred together for a moment, but it read 8:15. Themeeting was supposed to start at 9. “It’s after eight! We’re supposed to be at the conference center for breakfast by now.” She felt a rush of frustration mixed with embarrassment flooding her cheeks.

“Seriously? Oh no,” Sloane said, sitting up and rubbing her temples. “I forgot to set the alarm. I thought I could just sleep in a little.” She threw back the covers, revealing that they were both completely undressed.

Helena gulped and averted her eyes, feeling an awkward heat rise to her face at the sight of Sloane’s beautiful toned body and small pert breasts.

“Well, we can’t just sit here. We need to get moving!” Helena said, her voice sharper than she intended. She stood up, trying to take charge, but inside, she felt a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The night had been unexpected but...exciting. No one had ever made her feel that way so quickly before, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

Sloane stretched her arms up overhead, exposing herself fully, yawning. “Right. Business first, fun later?” A playful smile broke through her sleepy expression.

“Sure,” Helena retorted, not quite able to mask the annoyance in her tone as her eyes roved over Sloane’s body. “But maybe let’s skip the ‘fun’ part after last night, huh?”

A moment of silence fell between them as they both remembered how they had ended up so close. Helena felt her heart race again with the memory of the laughter they shared, the way Sloane had looked at her, and how it had all turned into something she had never planned on.

“Okay, CEO Wolfe,” Sloane said calmly, tossing her hair back as she stood up. “I’ll get dressed. You, uh, might want to find some clothes too.”

Helena turned to face the closet, trying to focus on being professional, but her mind kept wandering. As Sloanerummaged through her suitcase, she glanced back at Helena. “You know, this trip isn’t just business for you. It’s an opportunity for both our companies. Plus, who doesn't want a little Hawaiian adventure?”

Helena shot her a sideways glance. “Adventure? I’d call it a headache. It’s all so forced, like this crazy trip was thrown together by the universe just to mess with me.”

“Maybe the universe was trying to give you a break,” Sloane said lightly, pulling on a dark blue blouse. “You usually seem so serious, Helena. How about we just take it step by step today?”

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