Page 48 of Hot As Ice

“Don’t give me attitude.”

“I wasn’t!”

“You signed the contract, sweetheart. If I want to tie you to the bed and fuck you all day long, you can’t say no.”

She drops her fork and glares at me. “I can use the safe word and make you stop.”

I chuckle, grabbing her by the chin and making her stare into my eyes. “You can. But you won’t.”

She bats my hand away and I laugh. I like it when she gets feisty.

I cross my arms, lean my hip against the kitchen island, and watch her eat. “How’re the pancakes?”

“Yummy,” she says, taking a big bite. I can’t stop staring at her lips.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” She looks at me. “Aren’t you gonna eat?”

“I’d rather watch you first.”

She ducks her head, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Did I mention I love making her uncomfortable?

“Don’t hockey players need to eat a lot of carbs? For like, energy or something?”

I lean towards her, resting my forearms on the granite. Licking my lips, I say, “Why don’t you give me a bite then?”

She cuts a perfect triangle of pancake and spears it onto her fork. I hold her gaze as she holds it towards me. Then she makes a buzzing sound and moves the fork around in a circular motion. “Open up for the airplane, Hunter. The airplane is coming in for a landing.”

I can’t help myself; I burst into laughter. “Oh, you’re a comedian, huh?”

“Open up or the airplane will crash!”

I grab her hand and hold it still. Leaning over, I dart my tongue out and take the bite of pancake into my mouth, licking the fork and looking into Stevie’s eyes the whole time. Her lips part as she watches me.

“Mmm.” I chew and swallow. “Pretty good pancakes, if I do say so myself.”

“I would’ve never guessed you could cook,” she says, her voice husky.

“Yeah? Be a good girl and I’ll make you breakfast every day.”

She puts the fork down and looks away. “I should get going.”

“Not yet, baby. You owe me a shower fuck.” I straighten up and walk towards her. Gathering her hair in my hands, I tilt her face up and look into her eyes. “I only made you come once last night. We can’t have that. You need to come a few more times today before I’ll be satisfied.”

“Last night was amazing,” she says, eyes glazed over.

“Yes, princess. That’s why I’m not letting you go just yet. Go and get undressed. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She hops off the chair and I smack her ass. She yelps and hurries back to my bedroom.

I could really get used to this.

sixteen

stevie

THERE’S ANOTHER TWO grand in my bank account the next day.