Page 16 of Ice Around the Edges

“You taste so good, Ev… so good,” he breathed out. “Come for me. Shoot your load down my throat. Gimme it all.”

“But I… I’m… you…”

“We both know you’re the king of the safe sex, Ev, and I bet it even says somewhere in that chart beside your bed. As for me, I’m having my secretary fax my clean bill of health here so I can give it you in the morning before I take you home.”

“Don’t do that, because I’m not gonna let you––”

“Oh the fuck you’re not,” he told me, making the suction so hard, so strong, that I was helpless to do anything but explode in his mouth. I came hard and it lasted forever, because there had been no one for so long and now suddenly, there was Dixon Bain who had been, at one time, everything.

He sucked me until there was nothing left and then licked me clean with his tongue before leaning back to stare down at me.

“That was amazing,” I told him, because it was true and because I owed that to him.

He waggled his eyebrows at me.

“You’re such an ass.”

“I know,” he agreed, leaning forward. “Now let me take you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Can’t you see I want to?” he asked me as he bent and kissed me long and hard and used his tongue. I had one hand behind his neck and the other with a handful of his sweater. I was not letting him off the bed.

“I just want to spend some time with you,” he said against my mouth as he pressed himself along the length of me. “Say I can.”

“You can.” The light that came into his face irritated me, reminded me of just how easily I had succumbed. “But just for a day or so. You have to go before Christmas.”

“I know, we’re both going. I’m taking you home with me.”

“No you’re not.”

“Watch me.”

My growl sent him into hysterics.

IV

HE DIDN’T rent a car; he hired a car service, so we were picked up from the hospital in a town car and then driven to my apartment.

“You couldn’t just rent a Toyota or something?” I teased him.

The look I got in return was priceless.

“You have no idea about normal people and normal-people bills, do you?”

“No,” he told me, “but you don’t know everything about being rich and staying rich, so shove your righteous attitude right up your ass.”

“You know I––”

“Stop trying to pick a fight with me,” he snapped irritably. “I went and got the chocolate syrup for you that you like to put in your milk because the regular chocolate milk is too sweet.”

“You did?”

“Yes.” He turned from the window to look at me. “So try and not be such a total prick, okay?”

I would have yelled at him, but he took that moment to lace his fingers into mine. He wanted to hold my hand, and since he had spoiled me for other men, because he was so touchy feely, I shut up and let him.

When I walked into my bedroom, I was surprised by all the additional pillows.