Page 55 of Center Ice
“Drew, I really do need to finish some changes to the plans I’m working on.” I know that’s the smart decision, the responsible thing to do. But my body doesn’t seem to be listening, because my hand plants itself on the countertop behind me so that my back arches and my breasts run along his chest again.
The groan he releases into the crook of my neck before he pulls back lets me know that he disagrees. But he’s respecting my boundaries, and that might be the biggest turn-on yet. It spurs me on even when I know I shouldn’t let this go any further. But I ignore those doubts, instead linking my feet together behind his legs before he can step away, then lifting my free arm and wrapping it around his neck, pulling him back to me.
“It seems like maybe you should give me at leastoneorgasm, you know, for the inconvenience of interrupting my work.”
He rests his forehead against mine. “For the inconvenience, of course.”
“And maybe, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll even return the favor.”
“If you’re feeling generous, you can let me fuck you like I’ve been literally dreaming about for the last three nights. I’ve been walking around with a perpetual hard-on since I watched you slip your fingers into yourself.”
Heat flashes through my skin, thawing me completely. It seems I can only ice him out for so long before I become a complete puddle in his presence.
“That sounds like ayouproblem,” I tease.
“I think it’s actually ayouproblem,” he says, “because I’ve never been this way around anyone else.”
His lips meet mine gently, but this isn’t the time for gentle. I stretch up into him, taking his lower lip between mine and nipping at it, which has him opening his mouth. Our tongues tangle and his hands roam down to the hem of my dress as he slides it up my legs. I’m so focused on the kiss, on the way that his fingertips are grazing the outside of my thighs, that the sound of leaf blowers on the street level outside the office barely registers—until a small rock comes flying at the glass. The loud crack has us jumping apart, and Drew looks like we just heard a gunshot.
“It’s just a rock,” I say, and nod my chin to where we can see the work boots and jeans of the men working for the landscaping company, who are doing their weekly maintenance on the small area along the front of our brownstone.
“I don’t love that you work down here by yourself with an entire wall of glass,” he says, looking back at me. “It doesn’t seem safe.”
“It’s actually glass-clad polycarbonate,” I tell him. “Otherwise known as bullet-proof glass. Trust me, I don’t want anyone breaking in here, either.”
“Alright,” he says, stepping back between my legs. “Though I’d prefer if it were one-way glass so you could see out and no one could see in. I want you naked right here, right now. I want to spread you out on that table and feast on your pussy, then watch your body bounce as I fuck you like you want me to. But there are”—he glances back at the glass entryway—“at least three guys out there.”
“From the sidewalk, you can only see the first foot or two into this room,” I tell him. But right as I say it, one of the workers comes down three of the concrete steps toward the basement.We can only see the back of him as he blows leaves toward the street, but if he turned around, he’d be able to see pretty far into this space.
Drew follows my gaze, then raises his eyebrow. “Where can we go so I can get you naked?”
His words have me rubbing myself against his hard length because I’m desperate for how I know he can make me feel. I glance toward the door at the back of the office that leads to the playroom, thinking that although that would be completely out of view, it’s probably not the best choice. Instead, I lead him across the room toward the stairs—the site of my dropped salad the last time he stopped by—because they’re tucked behind the entry closet and you can’t see the space from the front windows.
As we walk, he threads his fingers through mine and gives me a squeeze. “What if Jules comes back?”
“She’s actually going to be late tonight. I was going to text you and ask if you minded if I bring Graham with me to your mom’s later this afternoon when I come over to measure. Jules will have to see the space another time.”
“Of course. I’d love for my mom to meet him.”
I stop, and he runs into the back of me. “But…we’re not going to say anything yet, right? I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
“We can do this on your time frame, Audrey. I’m fine with her getting to know Graham, and then us telling her later, once you’re ready.”
I look up at him, and I’m sure he can see the relief in my eyes. “You sure?”
He kisses the top of my head. “Positive.”
When we hit the landing of the stairs and are out of view of the street, he turns me so my back is against the wall and pushes up against me. “Alright, we’re hidden. I’m going to need that dress off. Now.” His voice is hard, but needy.
I raise an eyebrow. “Then maybe you should ask nicely.”
He steps back and tilts his head down so he’s looking me in the eye. “Audrey, please take your dress off before I rip it to fucking shreds. I’d hate to ruin it, but I will if I have to.”
I bite my lower lip but can’t keep my smile in. As I shake my head at him, I find the top button at the front of my dress. I’d chosen this one because I knew I was seeing him later and meeting his mom, and I get compliments every time I wear it.
“It reallywouldbe a shame to ruin this one, so I guess I’ll just have to take it off.”
“Good choice,” he growls as he stands there, watching me make quick work of the buttons down the front of the dress. The crepe floral material slides to either side of my breasts as I undo the buttons near the waist, and Drew’s sharp intake of breath as he sees my lace bralette is louder than the leaf blowers outside. I glance down at where his dick is straining against those sweatpants, making an enormous tent.
