Page 4 of Ice Daddy
Cashmere and cock.
That was a dangerous combo.
She tightened her fingers around his throbbing desire while they kissed, hungrier, needier, conveniently forgetting for just a moment that she was practically stroking a stranger in public.
Paige cracked an eyelid and peeked over Lance's shoulder. Sure enough, every last one of his buddies stared, slack-jawed and open-mouthed, a hint of blush on their chiseled manly faces.
She pulled away from Lance and hid behind his massive torso.
“Your friends are watching,” she said.
“So's yours,” he said, gesturing over her shoulder.
She turned around and saw Emily. Caught, Emily panicked and pretended to look elsewhere.
“You wanna go somewhere else? Another bar?” Lance asked. “Or … we could skip all that and go back to my hotel.”
Paige couldn't believe that she'd even consider doing something like that, with a guy she didn't know, a guy she wasn't sure she'd even like if she knew him properly. But …
“Where are you staying?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Across the street.”
“The Heritage?” she asked with a tipsy giggle. “You're staying at the Heritage?”
It was the most expensive hotel in downtown Nashville.
“Well, yeah. Where else do you think I'd stay?”
“I have no idea …!”
I know nothing about you!she thought to herself.
He pulled her closer, until she was snug against his body, and Paige felt his pulsing cock against her leg. God, he was even bigger and harder now.
“So what do you say?” he asked, his breath hot and seductive on the lobe of her ear.
She stammered, “I—I swear I never do this.”
But his cock, so warm and hard against her body, beckoned for her touch. She ran her hand down his bulge again, wanting to feelexactlyhow long he was. At the end of his many inches, she found something foreign and unexpected—a small, hard ring.
“Wait, what is this?” she asked, tugging and pulling at the object.
Lance's eyes fluttered with barely contained pleasure.
“That would be my piercing,” he said with a gasp.
“You … you have a piercing?”
He nodded.
For some reason, that was the last push a good girl like her needed to go for the bad boy like him.
She downed the rest of her drink and hopped off her stool.
“Let's go.”
Chapter 2
