Page 15 of Love on Ice

“Are you telling me your bare cunt was just there, and I couldn’t touch it?”

“Looks like you’ve quickly shed that sweet Canadian boy image.” She smirks, raising a brow.

“I’ll treat you like a lady outside of the bedroom and like a queen inside the bedroom.”

“Who wants to be treated like a queen when it’s more fun being a whore,” Harper states.

Fuck.

“Is that what you want, Harper?”

“Yes.”

“Then get on your knees,” I demand.

“Excuse me?”

“I said get on your fucking knees, Harper. You’re the reason my dick is so fucking hard.”

She stares at me for what feels like an eternity, and I think I’ve pushed her too far until I watch in slow motion as she does exactly what I asked. I swallow hard as Harper looks up at me from her knees, those blue eyes sparkling with desire and need. I unzip my pants and pull out my aching cock before taking a couple of steps toward her. My hand pumps it, making it harder, aching as my thumb runs over the end smearing my tip.

“Open.”

Harper does as she’s told and opens her mouth. Fuck she looks even better than any thoughts I could have envisioned. Then I slide my cock onto her tongue and before I know it, she has taken me all the way to the back of her throat. I start cursing in French as my hands reach out and tangle into her blonde locks.

“Fuck, Harper,” I groan as she glides her mouth up and down on my cock. “You feel so good. Yes,” I demand of her, thrusting into her mouth. “That’s it. Choke on it.” I feel her gag around me. “Such a good little whore, taking my fat cock down your throat.” Harper moans upon hearing my words. “You like me praising you for doing a good job, don’t you?” She hums again around my cock. Saliva is sliding down her chin and those blue eyes are welling with tears as I continue to fuck her face. Her mascara starts to run, her red lipstick smearing across her face, and fuck, if that isn’t beautiful. I grab her face and use my thumbs towipe away her tears. “You look like a goddess,” I murmur to her. A flush blooms across her cheeks as she continues to suck me. “Yes, fuck, Harper, good God your mouth.” I groan. “Yes. Keep going. Yes. So close, so fucking close.” I groan. My thrusting starts to happen sporadically, I’m unable to keep my rhythm going as I get closer to the edge. “You’re going to take everything I give you. You better not waste a drop,” I tell her. She nods and hums around me. And then I’m done for. “Fuck, I’m going to come.” I groan as my balls tighten, but I don’t stop fucking her face. The next thing I know, she pushes me over the edge, and I hold her there as I come all the way down her throat. She hums as she swallows all of me, sending aftershocks down my spine. Then I watch as she slides off my cock with a pop, sits back on her heels, and looks up at me with a satisfied look as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“That was fun.” She grins before standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Wait. What? She’s going to leave? “What about you?” I ask her.

Harper grins. “You haven’t earned that privilege yet.” I haven’t earned it. “Meet me for breakfast tomorrow at eight in my bungalow. Come through the pool area, it will be unlocked.”

“Okay.”

And then she’s gone.

6

HARPER

Last night didn’t go the way I planned.Liar.I promised Issy nothing was going to happen between Felix and me.Then what did you think was going to happen when you went and joined him on the beach after he was flirting with you?I was going to look at the stars.Liar.Fine. But I thought I had better self-control than I did. Ending up on my knees in the sand sucking him off wasn’t what I was expecting nor the dirty talking or praise he threw my way. Urgh. I’m such a bad girl.Maybe he can spank you later for it.Stop it.You’ve already failed. You might as well fuck him because his dick’s already been in your mouth, it might as well be in other holes.This is all true. I’m such a bad friend.No, this is Issy’s fault, sending a man like Felix to a sex island with you was tempting fate. Any woman would have done the same thing in your position.True.Also, Issy doesn’t need to know. What happens on the island, stays on the island.I can’t lie to her.It’s not a lie. It’s a don’t ask, don’t tell kind of thing.Plus, did you see how she got weirded out that you two are here together?She’s protective over him.But she knows you wouldn’t hurt him.I agree. Do you think she thinks I’m too old for him?Maybe.I’m not that mucholder.Seven years.I don’t want to date him. I just want to fuck him.Then who cares what Issy thinks?See, I do. I’m such a bad friend.No. A bad friend is sending that gorgeous French-Canadianpoutine to a sex island and not explaining to him how it works and then denying your best friend a ride.True. I saved him from having a bad time.Exactly.Now he is going to have a great experience here, which is good for business.

“You’re all ready for me this morning,” the gravelly voice says between my thighs, the breath tickling my skin. I shoot up in bed and still when I look down and see Dom’s face between my thighs. “Harper? Is everything okay?” he says, looking up at me.

I forgot all about ordering my wake-up call with Dom, and then my mind races back, reminding me that I told Felix to meet me for breakfast at eight. When I look over at the bedside clock it’s seven minutes to eight.

“I’m sorry, I was deep asleep and startled myself,” I explain to Dom.

This makes him smile. “You’re not the first person that’s happened to,” he tells me. I’m sure I’m not. “Would you like me to continue?” he asks.

“Um, yes, but there’s one thing I need to tell you,” I say, biting my nail. Dom waits to hear what I have to say. “I … um … might have invited my friend over last night to … um … watch.”

Dom nods. “What would you like to happen whenhe…?”

“Yes, it’s a he.”

“When he arrives?” Dom asks.

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