Page 42 of Steel and Ice


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Before my eyes, a swelling between his legs. I slid my finger over the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. His thick, girthy bulge sprung free an inch away from my face. I breathed onto it through an open mouth and panted as I took in the size of him.

I held onto his cock, not daring to move a finger as he walked forward, inching toward me with his thick, muscular legs. Every movement carried the weight of a giant tree as he lumbered toward me. I was in awe.

I’d never seen, let alone handled, a cock so thick. So powerful. The thought of taking him daunted me.

I opened my mouth and kissed it, unable to hold back. Immediately, a rush of pleasure washed over me. Delight mixedwith brazen submission. I’d never seen this side of myself.Feltthis side of myself.

Instinct guided me to press my tongue against his swollen cock, and he moaned. Colt’s groan overpowered my voice immediately. Goosebumps rushed over me as Colt’s hand gripped my hair and pushed me down, making me feel chained to him.

Filthy thoughts flashed through my mind. The type I’d never thought I’d entertain with a clear conscience. Not in a million years.

Until tonight.

I flirted with the idea I deserved to please Colt. To be between his thighs this way, to belong to him. A powerful body that had ripped others apart on the ice now stood over me. I wondered if he’d rip me apart, too.

My tongue massaged the tip of his cock before sliding onto the underside of it. My lips encircled it, my heart raced as I gulped more of it in, greedily filling my mouth.

No reason to hold back. Pretenses were gone.

Ethicswere gone.

The staggering inappropriateness of this rocked through my mind. I was supposed to be a professional. With morals.

But it didn’t stop me. Couldn’t.

Colt groaned above me and filled the foyer with his voice. He rocked his hips back and forth. Slightly, then firmer, not enough to break my rhythm. I relented and bent to his pace. Submitting. Entirely to Colt, to his lead.

With zero hesitation.

I drank in his cock, as my tongue studied and memorized every detail like I might never get the chance again. Rolling across it, feeling Colt grow harder and harder. He had complete control over both our bodies.

I felt powerless.

Heat flared inside me.

My lips tightened around it, and snuggly gripped his girth as I slid my mouth back and forth. His cock pushed against the back of my throat. To my excitement, I tasted the first drop of precome as he gasped.

But before we could continue, Colt froze. Which caused me to pause, too.

Colt slid out of my mouth and covered my lips with his palm.

“Quiet,” he said.

Blue lights washed the door’s glass, and my heart sank.

Colt didn’t move. He adjusted my chin with his thumb and watched my eyes. I remained on my knees, slightly below the glass in the door. Colt shifted to the side but kept his hand over my mouth.

Not rough, but not kind. A condition.

The flashlight cut the hedges and slid through the glass. A hard slice of light laid the foyer open. The shapes of our two bodies immediately stamped the opposite wall. Clear enough to notice, distinct enough for the officers to count two people. I didn’t know if my neighbor had called them. Or if they were looking for Travis.

Or me.

If our shadows ended up meaning Colt’s name in a report, my entire life could crumble.

Boots scraped the steps, but Colt’s hand kept me silent. His eyes stayed on the glass over my shoulder. I could have called out, even with his hand there.

I didn’t.