Page 28 of Ice Block

A bead of sweat drips down his brow, and my skin prickles remembering the sweat we worked up that night.

He clears his throat, his chest rising and falling, before he finally responds. “It’s not a fetish. I have them because they belonged to you.”

His words hit me like a thousand fireworks exploding in my chest. He has them. Because they are mine. Holy fucking tits.Maybe there is something in him that’s not completely walled off. Either that, or he’s just another horny bastard.

I take another step closer. My boldness, confidence, and arousal slipping from my control. “Well...” I breathe, standing so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body, “are you gonna finish?”

“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath.

“I mean, don’t stop on my account. Just becausewearen’t fucking this week, doesn’t mean you can’t get yourself off.” He pauses, my words filling the air between us as I look down at his raging hard-on. “If you don’t take care of that, you’re going to havemajorblue balls tomorrow. And we agreed we’d be in a good mood for Liv and Hayes. So…stroke that cock for me.”

He curses under his breath, this time in Russian, as he slowly starts to pick up his pace.Fuck, this is hot.I don’t know why I enjoy watching a man jerk off like this, butgood God,it fucking turns me on. Watching him move his rough hand along his dick, the other playing with his new piercing, I long for them to be moving across my skin instead. His eyes are still locked with mine–I don’t even know if this man can blink right now–a million things unspoken behind them. My legs are squeezed together so tight, I can feel how wet I’m getting. My pulse is still racing as I watch him pleasure himself, my fingers twitching as I itch to touch him myself.Maybe we can make this a mutually beneficial rendezvous.I run my handsdown my chest, giving my hard-as-a-rock nipples a squeeze. It’s still cold in here, butthisis warming me up. His breathing comes heavier as he watches my hand inch toward my shorts, his eyes locked on my fingers as I slide them inside.

“You don’t mind if I participate too, do you?” His eyes pop back to mine. “After all, you’re getting yourself off thinking of me. I might as well do the same.”

He lets out a full-on growl, the sound making my core clench. “Watch yourself. You’re…walking…adangerous…path,” he stutters out between panted breaths, still gazing into my eyes like he’s in some sort of trance.

“Dangerous is my kinda vibe, Wolfie,” I tease, letting out a loud moan as I lube myself up with my desire and finally reach my swollen clit.God, I’m going to come so fast. Between walking in on him stark naked today, seeing him in those hotter than shit reading glasses, and now him jerking off? I’m done for.

“Do you like watching me get myself off? That’s one thing we didn’t do last time.”

This time, he lets out a deep moan, turning back to the vanity to steady himself, his eyes locked on me with every rough stroke. Heat rushes low in my stomach knowing he’s not scared of my boldness, that he’s doing this because of me.I’ve finally unleashed the wolf, and he’s here to play.

“Come for me, Vladi. I want to watch you blow your load while you’re holding a piece of me,” I say as I rub my clit harder, hitting a spot I know will send me over the edge, while squeezing the shit out of my tit.

He groans, jerking his hips forward as if he’s fucking the damn countertop, his cum spurting out across the vanity, his gaze still never leaving my eyes. I let out a loud moan of my own, finding my release, barely having touched myself but so turned on by this man I can barely stand.Holy shit, did I need this.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, then leans over to grab washcloths, handing me one. Neither of us looks the other in the eye. The euphoria of my release is gone, my heart sinking fast as I remember the truth.This is all it can ever be.

Silence hangs between us like a power line still buzzing with everything left unsaid.

After cleaning up his glorious mess, he turns to leave. “I’ll give you some privacy,” he says quietly over his shoulder, still on edge and vulnerable after our encounter. “Maggie, I’m sorry.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, knowing he’s just saying that to try and get through this week. Only apologizing for me catching him in the act.

But, for some reason, he keeps talking.

“I’m sorry I left that night. I’m sorry I acted like an asshole. I’m sorry for a lot of things,” he confesses, hanging his head like the black and white tiles might answer back.

I nod, still not knowing how to react. How to process this. My heart is exploding in my chest, Melissa wanting nothing more than to run to him. But I stay put. I lock my knees, and I stay strong.

Then he starts talking once again.

“But I’m not sorry about meeting you. Or for that night. I’m not sorry we’re sharing a room. I’m not sorry I took your panties. And I’m not sorry you caught me pleasuring myself thinking ofyou,Maggie fucking James,” he says, walking out, closing the door behind him.

Goddammit.He can’t just waltz in here and say sorry and be all poetic about it. Does he expect me to drop to my knees?Although…I’m not saying I wouldn’t. Hearing his confession has my pulse racing once more, ready for another round. I shake my head, choking back the emotions threatening to crawl out.No. He hurt me, and my damn heart is a bitch wanting to cave at his apology.Damn you, Melissa.

I finish my business and dab the slightest sheen of tears from my eyes before trotting back to bed. As I finally lay back down, knowing he’s just on the other side of the Great Wall of Pillows, the memory of his touch warms my skin. He made me feel so wanted that night, so safe, so taken care of.I want to feel that way again. My fingers twitch, aching to throw these damn pillows on the floor and feel him pressed against me.

But after whatever the hell just happened in the bathroom, I’m more confused than ever.What the fuck was that anyway?Does he think he can just flaunt himself in front of me in the room, jerk off with my panties, and woo me with an apology? He has no idea I can torture him just as much as he’s torturing me with his…kindness. How dare he be nice to me! Being nice is something you do when you want something more than a quick hookup, and he’s made it clear that’s all he can offer. He doesn’t want a relationship?Fine.Tomorrow, I’ll show him Maggie fucking James is open for business.

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Waking up this morning to my room feeling like the surface of the sun was not in my plan today.That damn thermostat will not stay where I set it. I called maintenance to come take a look at it, and now I’m torturing myself by sweating even more in the resort gym with some of my teammates. I enjoy getting my workout in, but I need it cold. Ice cold. Even battling the heat, at least I can throw some weights around to get these thoughts aboutherout of my brain.If only it were working.

“Hey Vladi, need a spot?” EJ asks as he walks across the gym.

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