Page 53 of Ice Daddy
Fruity scents and clouds of hot, purifying steam rolled all around Paige. She couldn't stop smiling and quietly giggling to herself as she indulged herself with a long, hot shower. All her worries and stresses seemed to wash away with the soapy lather, down the drain, forever gone.
Everything was happening so fast, she almost couldn't believe it was real. Just yesterday, she was a single mom with a terrible secret—that she had no idea who the father of her daughter really was. And since that time, she'd notonlyfound Irie's real dad—afriggin' professional athlete—but was well on her way to moving in with him and starting a new life together.
But didn't it feel like things were movingtoofast? Didn't she know she'd normallynevermove this fast with a guy?
Sure, she had sudden pangs of doubt—they came quick and furious, like a stabbing knife—but they always subsided when she reminded herself that nothing about their situation was normal. They had a daughter together. He had enough money to solve all of life's problems, enough money to sweep away any of the inherent risks they were taking. And theylikedeach other. That's why it made perfect sense. That's why it was okay to lose herself just a little.
Besides, she was amazed at how Lance's presence already made things somuch easier. From cooking to cleaning to just being able to keep an eye on Irie without her needing to juggle fifty-thousand things at once. For once, she wasn't crushed under the ever-present burden of being a single mother.
She felt something else, something so much better, something so good and right it felt almost holy; like she was part of a tight, happy little family.
And seeing Lance be such a great Dad was aseriousturn on. He was a natural. And even though she joked about it, she could already tell Lance would surely want more little ones running around someday. He was so good with kids, she'd gladly give them to him, too.
She couldn't wait to get her hands on him tonight and show how much she appreciated him.
After her shower, she nearly ransacked her wardrobe in the desperate search for a night time outfit that would get the athlete's blood pumping. At last, she found it, at the very bottom of her underwear drawer—a racy set of red lingerie that she hadn't worn in years. She nervously modeled it in the mirror, hoping she still looked as good as he remembered her …
At last, she emerged from her bedroom and into the living room. The TV was set to a murmur—he was watching a hockey game, naturally—and Lance didn't hear her enter.
Perfect.
She struck a sexy pose in the doorway. “Ta-da,” she purred sultrily.
But she still didn't get Lance's attention. He didn't even turn and look. She cleared her throat to grab his attention, but that didn't work, either.
“Lance?” she mewled meekly.
She stepped in front of him.
Aw. Poor guy.
He must've fallen asleep. Sitting perfectly upright, arms folded over his chest. She thought he'd been watching the game—but no. He wasn't. His eyes were squeezed shut and he looked out like a rock.
She sat on the love seat and snuggled up next to him.
With a tired groan, Lance stirred. “Paige. Hey.”
“Hi there, sleepy. You tired?”
“Yeah.” Lance rubbed his eyes and took note of her outfit. “Oh.Oh,hey,” he said, suddenly sounding more awake. He reached a greedy hand for her flesh—but then stopped himself.
She giggled. He couldn't keep his hands off her yesterday, but now he was being all respectful? Was it because now he thought of her as Irie's mother, and not just some random girl he wanted to ravage?
Paige took his hand and placed it on her waist. “Don't be shy. You can touch. Iwantyou to.”
Lance swallowed. He ran his hand over her hip, grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed.
“I like this,” he said hoarsely. “I like it a lot. But what'd you get all dressed up for?”
She climbed into his lap and loosened his tie. “For you, silly.”
Lance pulled back, his brow furrowed. “But what'd I do to deserve this?”
“You're a great Daddy. And guess what great Daddies deserve?”
He gulped. “I—I don't know?”
She nibbled his lobe and whispered into his ear. “Great Daddies deserve to get their dicks sucked.”
