"Well, let's do it then."
And then my stomach involuntarily flips when the curvy beauty grins at me.
Joss and I sit by the freezing rink, silently lacing up our skates.
"Hey, I just wanted to check in," I say, studying her face.
She gives me a curious furrow of the brow.
"For what?"
"Well, I know we're doing this fake thing. It's just that it's been a whirlwind for you, and I assume it's rough that you and Bart broke up. I wanted to make sure you're doing alright."
Sitting up straighter, Joss smiles at me, causing my heart to hammer against my ribs.
"You know, maybe there'll be a point where I feel sad, but honestly, I've only felt relief ever since yesterday. I don't think I was engaged to him for the right reasons."
Her warm eyes lock on mine as she leans forward, squeezing my knee.
"Thank you, though. That was really nice of you to check in," she says.
But my ears fill with buzzing the moment her hand touches my leg. Heated sparks shoot through my entire body, just like when she fell into my arms the other day. I'm sitting in this icy hockey rink feeling as if flames are licking my skin.
A light gasp escapes Joss's mouth as she yanks her hand back, staring at me with what I swear is heated desire behind her dark brown eyes.
4
Joss
My heart has not stopped pounding against my chest since I touched Brando's knee at the benches. What the hell was that? It felt like touching a live wire, with an electric current flowing straight from his body into mine.
Before I can wrap my mind around what happened, I lose my balance and start falling backward when he grabs my hand. Before I can steady myself, though, my skate flies up, whacking him in the leg, and we tumble down onto the ice in one big clumsy heap.
"Shit. I'm sorry," I somehow manage to force the words out.
My entire body is consumed with vibrating electric heat as we untangle ourselves from each other. Laughing, Brando stands first and offers me his hand. When he pulls me up, the force brings me within an inch of him. I stare up into his dark purple eyes, struggling to catch my breath as my heart pounds against my ribs.
"Sorry. I'm a klutz. Did I hurt you?" I wheeze.
He gives me his sexy crooked grin, shaking his head.
"No. I'm good. Are you okay?"
I nod up at him, at a loss for words. We continue to skate casually, and my mind catches up to how my body is feeling.
Quit that shit, Joss. Not only are you his boss, but you're fricken twelve years older than the man. You're an old woman in his eyes.
I repeat that in my head, trying to shake off the electric buzzing in my body, the crush forming in my chest. But when I turn and see him watching me skate with an unreadable look in his eyes, my body hums at the sight of him.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry off, exhausted from the ice rink but still vibrating with electric sensation from Brando's touch. I throw on a soft sweatsuit and fuzzy slippers before padding into my living room and curling up in front of the fire with a book.
But the sparks still dancing through my limbs make it difficult to focus on the words. Placing my book down, I rest my head against the couch cushions as I slide my hand down my sweats into my cotton panties. Immediately, my mind goes to Brando, and I don't fight the fantasy.
I imagine us kissing on the benches at the ice hockey rink, oblivious to everything else. The place is empty except for the two of us, and I straddle him, grinding into his arousal as he helps me off with my sweater. The cool air makes my nipples instantly rock hard as Brando warms each one with his hot, hungry tongue.
The fantasy swirls in my mind, and suddenly, I'm picturing myself completely naked, oblivious to the icy cold air of the hockey rink. Brando continues to be fully dressed, wearing his skates as he unzips his pants, releasing his hard cock. I straddlehim again, helping him penetrate me, picturing what he must feel like, stretching me open as I take him inch by inch, riding his cock.
As I fuck him, Brando grabs my hips, helping me slam into him harder until so much friction builds that I explode onto him. He joins me, our moans bouncing off the walls of the empty hockey rink. The dragon shifter grabs the back of my head, pressing his lips against mine.
