Page 7 of Ice Block

I narrow my eyes, tilting my head to the side. “Is this where you throw out a non-disclosure agreement and say you now have full control over my life? My parents are lawyers, you know. I have legal representation.”

“No contracts. But…” he lets out a soft laugh as he confidently steps into my apartment, closing the door behind him. “This is just for tonight. I do hockey, not relationships. My focus must remain on my game. We both have some things we need distracting from, so let’s distract one another. Just. For. Tonight.” He steps toward me, his breath a whisper against my skin, sending a full shiver down my spine. Dear God, does this man know how to push my buttons.But why the hell did he have to get all serious? The little parts of my brain still functioning think this might be a bad idea. Averybad idea. But the bourbon and promise of orgasms is telling my brain to get lost.

“Okay. Just tonight.”

“And,” he continues, pushing his jacket off my shoulders and rubbing his hands lightly up and down my arms, goosebumps prickling across my skin, “This stays between us. I don’t like Larsy knowing my business, which means no telling Olivia. I don’t think those two keep secrets.”

“Are you sure you aren’t a Russian spy? Shit. Liv and I don’t keep secrets,” I say, looking up to the ceiling and wondering what to do here. I have a hot hockey player, no…goalie, which is even better,in my apartment ready to rail me senseless and here I am worried about my best friend, who is also probably getting railed by her own hot hockey boyfriend.

He pins my back against the wall straddling my leg with his dick pressed against me. “It’s your decision, but I want you to know…tofeelhow much I want this. How badly I want you. Maggie, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since we met.”

Goddammit.Sorry Liv, I love you girl, but my pussy is in charge tonight and she is one greedy bitch.

“Fine. I’ll keep this quiet. But just know,” I drag my hand down his chest, “I don’t plan on being quiet tonight.”

He groans, his body pressing harder into mine. “You are fucking perfect.”

“You bet your tight Russian ass I’m perfect. Any other ‘requests’ we need to cover?”

“Just one. That dress…I’ve been wanting to peel it off you all night.”

My thighs press together, squeezing his leg between mine as I lean in closer, my lips nearly touching his as I whisper in a breathy voice, “Then fucking rip it off me.”

I see it in his eyes, the moment his restraint breaks. His lips slaminto mine, both of our hands furiously exploring each other. His fingers desperately tug the straps of my dress, but it’s not budging…goddammit this dress is tight.“There’s a zipper…on the side,” I pant, barely able to breathe between how form fitting this dress really is and the short breaths I’m able to take with him trying to undress me. “You’ll have to help me out.”

He pulls back, giving my body a good once-over, a wondering glint in his eye. “How much did this dress cost you?”

Panting for breath, I narrow my eyes, trying to figure out why he’s asking about the retail value of my outfit like we’re on a damn game show. “How much did it cost? I don’t know…maybe a couple hundred?”

He looks dangerously down at my cleavage, then back to my face. “I’ll Venmo you.” He grabs the fabric covering my chest and rips it in half with barely a tug of his giant hulk arms.Holy shit.Heactuallyripped it off me. I stand before him, my eyes as wide as they could possibly be, in utter shock at his strength as my bare breasts spill out of the fabric hanging off my shoulders. His emerald eyes are hungry, taking in every inch of my exposed skin, a wicked smile on his face. “Much better. God, I’ve been wanting to do that all night. These beautiful tits should never be bound so tight.”

I smile at the way he’s staring. I fucking love it.But I need more.If there is one thing I lack, it’s patience. I roll my shoulders back, pushing my tits upward, silently begging for more. “You gonna stand there all night like you’re guarding the net big guy, or you gonna play with these tits before fucking ‘em with what I can only assume is a Russian missile between your legs?”

He doesn’t hesitate as he grabs my hand, dragging me down the hallway toward my bedroom. He may, in fact, be a spy as he confidently walks us straight into my bedroom, not even asking which is the correct door. He pushes me down on the bed, and my heartthumps in anticipation because…damn. I like a man who knows what he wants.I start to scoot back, but he grabs me by the ankles and pulls me toward him. “Where do you think you’re going,lisichka? You need to learn some patience.”

Well, shit he figured that out pretty quick.

“I will fuck those perfect tits of yours but not until I’ve fucked you in every other place I possibly can.”Holy shit. Where the hell has this man been my entire life?He grips the remaining piece of my dress and starts to rip the rest of it off. “With my mouth.”Rip.“With my tongue.”Rip.“With my cock.” I let out a loud moan, my voice echoing across the hardwood floors as he rips the final piece of my dress off and tosses it across the room. Heat floods low in my belly, my pulse racing furiously as I lie on the bed before him in nothing but a red lace thong.

“I had a feeling Red Riding Hood was wearing something red underneath.” He drops to his knees, his head between my legs, pressing kisses along my thighs, his stubble prickling my skin. His fingers glide up my stomach, finally grabbing my tits, squeezing the shit out of them as he slowly kisses my clit through the lace of my undergarment. “You are so wet. You aredivine.Maggie James, you are exactly what I need tonight.”

Same Vladi. Same.

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Holy shit. This woman. She asked if I was going to wreck her, but she’s wrecked me. I feel like I’m about to come in my pants like a schoolboy just from the sight of her alone. Squeezing these perfect tits?God, I’m going to have fun fucking those.My mind spins. Not from the bourbon, but from the boldness, the audacity of her unwavering confidence. I’m used to women coming up to me and handing me room keys on the road. But after that, it’s just muscle memory, nothing more than a release, an activity, like running drills at practice or lifting weights at the gym. Something necessary to keep my mind and body in shape. But tonight? She is making me think things…feel things I should not.Dammit, Vladi. Focus on the task at hand.

She is dripping through her red lace panties, her scent intoxicating, evoking memories of vanilla and the sweet Russian cherries I had as a boy, and igniting a hunger desperate to taste every inch of her. I remove her panties and tuck them in my pocket for later. I need her exposed and open for me. I throw her legs over my shouldersas I devour her. I’m hit with a sweet and salty taste perfectly mirroring her attitude, and the realization she was right…she’s not quiet.My pulse thrums, heat crawling up my neck at the sound. I’ve had thousands of fans screaming my name, but this woman is louder than all of them combined. And my name on her lips is driving me mad. I dip my tongue inside her, her body shuddering against me, craving more.

She bows off the bed, her strength adding to my arousal. “Holyshit,Vladi. God, that feels amazing.”

“You like this? You like my tongue on you? You taste like sin,lisichka, and that’s exactly what I’m here for. Now settle, I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

She screams, digging her hands in my hair and tugging every strand as she presses me against her. I finally reach her clit and begin my assault, her voice growing hoarse with pleasure. She’s writhing against me. So eager. So willing.So perfect.

She gasps between breaths as my tongue flicks against her swollen bundle of nerves. She’s about to come undone, and I need her release more than I need my next breath. She pushes my head away from her. “Listen…you’re amazing, but I need you to know something.”

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