Page 77 of Hot As Ice

She grabs a cherry popsicle, grinning like a little kid. “Thank you.”

I rinse our plates and put them in the dishwasher, then grab a grape popsicle and return to the living room. Stevie sits cross-legged on the couch, licking her popsicle and flipping through movies on one of the many streamer sites I pay for.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” she asks. “What’s your favorite genre?”

“Thrillers.”

“Okay, how about a romcom?” She grins, waggling her eyebrows.

“I’ll watch whatever you want to watch, princess.” As long as she keeps licking that popsicle like it’s my dick. Her lips are already turning red from the dye. Another dopamine hit.

“Ooh, how about this one? It’s a historical romance.”

I shrug and lean back against the couch cushions, taking a bite out of my popsicle and crushing it between my teeth.

Stevie stares at me. “You’re supposed to suck a popsicle, Hunter,” she says very matter-of-factly.

“Yeah? Show me how it’s done, then.”

She rolls her eyes. “Shut up.”

“You walked right into that one, baby.”

“What kind of a person bites a popsicle? That’s crazy.”

“The kind that had to devour them in secret as a child.”

That comment makes her jaw drop. “You weren’t allowed popsicles as a kid?”

“Nope. No sweets at all. Maybe some chocolate once a month, if I was very, very good.”

Her brows knit, and I know she’s feeling sorry for my younger self. “That’s so sad,” she says.

“Don’t worry. I’m over it. I never run out of popsicles now.”

“Hunter…”

“Drop it. Let’s watch this dumb movie you picked.”

She grabs the remote and presses play. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as she continues to lick and suck her popsicle, and I hide a grin. Maybe I’ll have her suck me off tonight. She’s definitely staying over, because I want to wake up tomorrow morning with my face buried in her tits.

The movie has more longing looks and yearning than I care for, but I force myself to watch it. Stevie looks engrossed, watching it with wide eyes.

“How can you watch this shit?” I finish my popsicle and toss the stick onto the coffee table.

Stevie side-eyes me. “It’s an interesting story even if there aren’t any car chases or whatever stupid thing you like.”

I smirk. “You think I like car chases?”

“Probably. Or explosions. Or bank robberies. Or serial killers. Or⁠—”

I pounce on her. Her popsicle stick falls to the floor. I pull her legs until she’s lying flat on the couch and cover her with my body. “You know what I like? Hot sex scenes. Dirty talk. Watching the actress get railed and begging for more. The way you do when I fuck you.”

Stevie’s eyes are wide, lips parted, and her breath comes in short bursts. She’s turned on and I’m barely touching her. She tries to wiggle away from me, but I pin her arms to her sides and fully lower my body onto hers.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight and then again in the morning. I wanna bruise that beautiful pussy of yours.” I brush my lips softly against hers. Her entire body is trembling.

“And I’m going to pay you for it, and you’re going to accept every last cent.” I rub my nose against hers. “Understand?”