Page 100 of Secrets on Ice

Cassidy narrows her eyes for a second, then shrugs. “Okay, see you guys later.”

She grabs her wallet and heads out again.

The second the door clicks shut, I let out a long breath and look at Ember. She’s still flushed, lips swollen from kissing, eyes dark with the same want I feel.

“That was close,” she whispers.

“Too close.” I step toward her again, pulling her back into my arms. “But fuck … I don’t want to stop.”

She kisses me hard, hands fisting in my shirt, like she’s thinking the same thing.

We’re playing with fire.

And I’m not sure either of us wants to stop.

A couple of days later, Emmett and I are in the building’s wellness center sauna, trying to recover after a brutal gym session. The heat is thick, the air is heavy with eucalyptus. We’re sitting on opposite benches, towels around our waists, talking about training camp when the door opens, and Ember walks in.

“Good, you made it,” Emmett says.

She’s wrapped in a towel, hair up, cheeks already pink from the heat.

“You don’t mind, Sully, do you?”

“No, not at all,” I say.

She sits on the bench next to me, close enough that her bare knee brushes mine. The second her skin touches mine, heat shoots straight to my cock. I have to fight not to react.

“Where’s Cass?”

“She’s gone to Nelly’s. It wasn’t a two-person job, so I stayed back to work on the homewares,” she explains.

“Oh, cool,” I say.

Emmett asks her about the Nelly job, and she chats away about it enthusiastically, but I can barely focus. All I can think about is how little is separating us. How easy it would be to pull her onto my lap.

Then Emmett’s watch buzzes. He checks it and sighs. “That’s Jo, she got home early. I’ll catch you guys later.”

He stands up, re-wraps his towel, and heads out. The door clicks shut behind him.

The second he’s gone, I launch myself at her. I pull her onto my lap, towel falling open as I kiss her hard, hungry, desperate. My hands slide under her towel, gripping her bare ass, pulling her tight against my cock. She moans into my mouth, rocking against me, fingers threading into my hair.

“Fuck, Em,” I growl against her neck, biting down. “I’ve been dying for this. You feel so fucking good.”

She gasps, grinding harder, her wet pussy sliding against my cock through the thin fabric still between us. I pull her towel open completely, exposing her bikini, then move the fabric to the side and take one nipple into my mouth. She’s lost in it for a moment, moaning my name, head falling back.

Then she suddenly stiffens. “Wait, people are just outside,” she whispers, panicked, even as her hips keep rolling against my hand.

I groan as she pulls back, eyes wide, breathing hard. “We can’t. Not here, not like this.”

I rest my forehead against hers, both of us panting, my cock throbbing against her.

“You’re killing me,” I mutter.

She laughs breathlessly, kissing me once more, soft and quick. “Later. I promise.”

I watch her re-wrap her towel and slip out of the sauna, leaving me hard, frustrated, and completely addicted.

This is getting dangerous.