Page 69 of Heart on Ice

“Yes,” I whimper as I watch him continue to touch himself.

“Thought so. Touch yourself, Issy.”

“What! No. I’m at work,” I hiss at him as he continues to slide his hand up and down his thick cock. I bite my bottom lip, enjoying the free show.

“No one will know, but you’re not going to get any work done if you don’t.” He smirks as he stands there jerking himself off. This is insane. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. I’m at work. “What are you wearing today?” he asks.

“Blouse and pants.”

“Is there enough room for you to slide your hand inside?”

“Yes.” The word sounds breathless.

“Good, now do it. Tell me how wet you are so I can continue.” His hand stops moving as he glares into the camera. What the hell am I thinking? He’s right, though, there’s an aching throb between my legs, one that has been there since yesterday and now that he’s awakened it again it’s all I can think about. Thank goodness I chose pants with an elastic top today as I nervously slide my hand inside my pants and into my underwear, my fingers meeting the dampness between my thighs. A hiss falls from my lips. “Good girl.” He chuckles darkly as he starts touching himself again. I thought this man was upset with me. I didn’t realize he was turned on. This is wrong. So very wrong, but I can’t stop it, nor do I want to. It’s hot. Has a new kink been unlocked? “Did it get you hot watching me touch myself to you?” I moan at his words. “Will you leave your drenched underwear for me to use tomorrow?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Fuck, Issy.” He groans, muscles straining as he continues to jerk himself to the thought of my underwear. It’s hot. So hot. “The things I want to do to you, Issy.”

“Tell me?” I moan as my fingers slide against my clit.

“Last night all I could think about during dinner was using that fucking vibrator on your aching cunt and seeing how many orgasms I could pull from you. Would I make you squirt?Would you pass out?” My hand thumps the desk as my fingers continue to circle myself. “When you walk into the kitchen in the mornings looking all sleeping and soft. All I think about is dropping to my knees, spreading your legs, and eating you until you scream as your morning caffeine boost.” Dammit. Yes. “When you were on your knees in front of me the other day, your lips all pink and pouty as you tried to calm me down, I imagined what it would have been like to rub the tip of my dick across those lips. Watching them wrap around my cock as it slowly slides past them.” I whimper at the imagery. “That damn fucking nightdress you wear to bed kills me, you prance around the house and all I see is your taunt nipples pressed against the silk and all I want to do is bite them. Suck on them. Tease them. See if I can make you come just by playing with them.” This man is going to kill me.

“Saint,” I moan, using the nickname I used to call him.

“Say my name again, baby, it’s been too long since I’ve heard it on your lips.”

“Saint,” I moan.

“That’s it. You’re close, so fucking close.” He groans as I continue to watch him viciously touch himself, every part of him straining as he chases his own high. “Come for me, baby, drench those fingers for me.” And next thing I know, I am coming and doing exactly that. Moments later, I hear Pierre’s moans as he finishes off in his hand.

Shit.

What have I done? I hang up and turn off the app.

21

PIERRE

It’s most certainly been an interesting week. After one of the hottest things, I’ve ever done having phone sex with Issy, that night when she came home, I thought we had turned the corner in our friendship and that she would let me do all the things I said to her over the phone in the flesh. Instead, she acted as if nothing happened. We sat and ate dinner, talked about our day, watched sports on the television, and then went to bed, separately. The next day I called her again and just like the day before we had the most earth-shattering phone sex, and then she comes home and again acts like she didn’t just watch me jerk off using her knickers on her security camera. She has done this all week. It’s hot. Like it’s our dirty little secret, but if I’m being honest, I’m confused.

There’s a knock on the front door. I check the peep hole first and see that it’s Sam Rose which is a surprise.

“Hey, man, how are you?” he asks, greeting me warmly.

“Still housebound,” I tell him as I shut the door behind him. “I should hear back about an offer from The Mavericks next week so fingers crossed they can come through for me. I had a sitdown with the coach the other day and I want to play for them. I really like the coach, he seems like a good guy.”

“That’s great news. Does that mean you’ll be searching for somewhere to live in the city?” he asks.

“Yeah. Felix and I are looking at getting a place together. Did you want a drink or something?” I ask.

“Water thanks,” he answers. “You and Felix?”

“Yeah. I think he’s thinking about what happens once your sister’s ex moves on and leaves her alone. I mean, it was why he moved in wasn’t it?” I ask him.

“That’s true. I just thought they were doing so well.” Sam shrugs.

“My brother is head over heels in love, but he has baggage too. I think he doesn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize his relationship with her. When the season starts, we are hyper focused on the game, we can be quite unbearable to live with.”

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