Hot Ice

Chapter 1 Robyn scowled at her roommate of five years, hoping that her flushed face didn’t make her look like a total idiot. “You promised!” Josephina said playfully. “I know, Joey,” Robyn grumbled as she plopped down on the plush red couch, taking care not to spill her glass of wine. She looked around at her other roommates, Sadi, Gwen, and Audrey, and wondered why any of them had agreed to this in the first place. “Does anyone else here think this is a bad idea?” Robyn asked as she pushed her long brown hair back from her face and stretched out her willowy legs. The other girls faces quirked in amusement as they looked around the room at each other. “Well, we did all agree,” Sadi spoke up. “Plus, it’s not like it’s the end of the world.” “Yeah,” Gwen piped in. “We all know it’s something we want. Well … need,” she added with a laugh. Of course they don’t have a problem, Robyn mused as she took another sip of wine. They weren’t the ones who had to go first. Who would have thought a silly pact they made six years

before would come back to bite her on the ass first? Damn those stupid drinking games they used to play. It had started out innocently enough when they all moved into a spacious five-bedroom house in the Chicago suburbs after graduating college. Before you knew it, sassy girl gossip and dreams of mouth-watering men ensued. After one night of heavy drinking, the women had collectively decided that if each of them weren’t attached to a man by the time they were thirty, they would allow the other girls to send them on a “white-hot dream date.” The date would hopefully find the girl Mr. Right—or just give her one fantastic night of sex. Either way, it had sounded like a good idea at the time. But who in the hell knew what a white-hot dream date was, anyway? With a sigh, Robyn realized exactly what one was. Or what one could be. All the girls had all talked about past loves and dream guys. They’d gossiped about who they would like to have in bed and what they would do to them. Or better yet … what they would let the guy do to them. Fantasies abounded. Had someone been keeping notes or what? Unfortunately, Robyn’s thirtieth birthday came first. She sank deeper into the soft pillows on the couch, cursing herself for being the oldest of the bunch. “I have a man,” she stated matter-of-factly before taking another long drink of her chilled wine. “Oh, please,” Joey said, obviously amused at her roommate’s lack of interest. “Mr. what’s-his-face you went on a date with two weeks ago doesn’t count.” She crossed the room and sat down next to Robyn, patting her knee thoughtfully. “Admit it…you’re horny.” She held up a hand to silence Robyn’s argument. “Hell—we’re all horny.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, holding back their laughter as they looked at her sympathetically. “Nothing wrong with going out with that to-die-for guy and seeing where it leads. Right, girls?” Joey asked innocently. “Right,” they said in unison. Joey turned her attention back to Robyn and winked before giving her a hug. “You’re just mad because you have to go first. Admit that you’ve been waiting to turn thirty just so we could set you up.” Robyn groaned submissively. “Yeah … yeah. I’ll remember this when you guys have to take your turns.” “You’ll thank me for this,” Joey promised. “I know just the man for you.” Robyn’s eyebrow shot up. “Oh, do you now?” she asked, suddenly interested in her friends’ match-making capabilities. “Certainly,” Joey replied with a sly smile. “I will guarantee you right now that you will have a night of satisfaction you won’t soon forget. Either that, or you’ll come home with the wettest pair of panties we’ve ever seen because you were to afraid to take the plunge.” Laughter erupted throughout the room, playful naughtiness amongst the best of friends. Robyn had to admit the idea didn’t sound bad. After all, she was horny. Hell, she hadn’t had sex with a man in six … okay, twelve months. A year! And her last lover was less than stellar between the sheets. Her vibrators could only take her so far, and she had to admit she wanted to feel the heat of a man between her thighs. What would it hurt? One night with a sexy man. Her chilling fantasies coming to life. Her pussy throbbed at that thought alone.

Robyn turned to face her friend, who was staring at her with a beaming, wicked smile. Robyn tried to not laugh. She failed. “Who picks the guy?” “Ah…” Joey said. “So you are interested.” Robyn shrugged, trying to hide the curiosity percolating beneath her skin. “It’s possible.” “Ha!” Joey jumped from the couch in excitement. “I knew it. I knew you wanted it.” “Who picks the guy?” Robyn asked again. “I do, of course. Actually, I’ve already picked yours out,” she said coyly. “As matter of fact, your date is this Saturday.” Robyn’s heart jumped slightly. Three days away. Don’t panic. You want this. Oh god, how she wanted this. Judging by the slick heat running between her thighs, she didn’t know if she could wait that long. It had been too long since the thick length of a man’s cock had plunged into her depths, making her cry out for more. Actually, she had never really cried out for anyone—except one time, back in college, but that was different. Hopefully, the guy Joey had in mind would step up and deliver. “And this guy … he knows the premise?” Robyn asked. One night with the possibility of blazing-hot sex. Joey arched a brow. “He does. What guy would turn that kind of thing down?” “True. Well then.” Robyn rose and placed her wine glass on a coaster on the coffee table. “I guess I’ll take one for the team.” It was hard to stop the smile that spread across her face. Giddy laughter surrounded her, and she laughed along. Yes, she would be more than happy to take one for the team.

Chapter Two Six forty-five. Damn! She was going to be late for her date. Joey had refused to let the mystery man pick Robyn up, so she had to take a train into the city to meet him. God, she was going to freeze her legs off walking eight blocks from the train station in twenty-degree December weather. And her four-inch heels weren’t going to offer her a bit of support. At least there wasn’t two feet of snow on the ground. Taxi, that’s it. She didn’t like the idea of a stinky cab, but at this point, she’d take one. Her friends owed her big time for being the first guinea pig. They would want to know everything, each sultry detail, so they could see what they would be getting into when their times came. Maybe she could make them suffer and not offer an ounce of juicy gossip. It was, after all, Robyn’s own body and night of fantasy. She could keep that to herself. She stepped from the train and walked to the street to hail her taxi. Her knees where shaking. She had a sudden case of willies. She wasn’t nervous, was she? No—she was cold. After all, the wind was whipping her short skirt around like a flag hanging high on a blustery fall day. The icy air was creeping up into places where she would rather have a man’s firm, warm hands. It wasn’t nerves at all.

She laughed at herself as she stepped into the cab. It was going to be an interesting night, she could see already. She had prepared herself for the festivities by buying a new, sexy, curvehugging outfit. A crinkled, black satin skirt that was tight on her hips and puffed out on the thighs showed off her long legs. An emerald green, scoop-neck top accentuated her eyes … and her cleavage. Not that she had much, but she worked with it as best she could. That was one place she wished she had more curves. The skirt was her favorite piece though—it was high on the thigh, and if she bent over just right, someone could see the top of her silk thigh highs. Hey, it’s every girl’s right to look good and flaunt her assets when she has the chance. And I’ve got a nice ass, if I do say so myself. Plump, round, and not too firm. Yeah, she was curvy, but the curves hit all the right places. It’s not every day you get to go out on a blind date with someone who will knock your socks off. That’s what she wanted, what she ached for. She stepped out of the cab and turned back to pay the driver. Another gust of wind flared up the rear of her skirt while she bent over, and more than one appreciative whistle sounded from behind her. Oh yeah, the ruffled black skirt was going to be perfect—if she didn’t freeze to death first. She turned and looked at the name of the bar—and knew right then she would freeze to death before the night was over. She knew she should have Googled the address Joey had given her. She had been stubborn, though, and wanted to keep the anticipation building, so she hadn’t succumbed. Now she wished she had. It was a damn ice bar. The Crystalline Sphere. An honest-to-god ice bar where everything inside was made of ice. Cold, hard, chilling ice. The walls, the tables and chairs, even the glasses

you drank from. As far as Robyn knew, the temperature hit the scale at zero degrees Fahrenheit. She had never been, but the idea intrigued her more than a little. Had she told her friends she had a thing for Eskimos and igloos? Well, she had told them she had fantasies about fucking a hot guy in the middle of the Arctic tundra, with nothing but the heat of their bodies keeping them warm while they were sprawled out on a bearskin rug. The wind would howl outside as their bodies pounded against each other until they collapsed from exhaustion. She imagined the sex to be so intense the ice would melt around them. Was this Joey’s version of her wild fantasy come true? Sex in an ice bar? She wished she had at least gotten a hint so she could dress the part a little bit better. And her Eskimo better be damned hot! Robyn crossed the threshold into the lounge and was immediately greeted by a tree-sized man with the longest goatee she’d ever seen. It was the perfect tough-bouncer look. “Name?” he asked. “Robyn Becerra.” The bouncer’s firm face smoothed and he smiled. “We’ve been expecting you, Miss Becerra. Please, follow me.” Not one to disobey, Robyn followed the man down a long hallway. Her legs began to tingle from the warmth radiating around her. She silently cursed the moment she would have to walk into sub-zero temperatures and endure the possibility of frostbite. They stopped in front of a large black door marked “private.” A look of confusion swept across Robyn’s face. “Are we going in there?” The bouncer shook his head. “No, you are going in there.”

“Just me?” Robyn suddenly realized her mystery man might be lurking behind the door. Her stomach did a quick flip and twist. The smirk the bouncer gave her told her there was something on the other side of the door she would enjoy. A full-fledged gymnastic routine proceeded to dance around her insides. He nodded and opened the door. He led her inside before quickly turning around and walking out. The door clicked ominously shut behind her. Robyn tried to look around and get her bearings, but it was pitch black.

Chapter Three Not only was the room darker than the middle of a never-ending hole in space, it was also warm. Actually, it was hot. A trickle of sweat erupted on the back of her neck, and she suddenly missed the cooler temperature outside. She shucked off her coat and dropped it to the floor. Taking a step further into the room, she hoped like hell she didn’t bump into anything. All the nervous energy flowing through her veins made her want to hurry and see the damn guy Joey picked out. On her right, a large curtain rose. The movement was silent, and Robyn watched quietly as the blackness in the room evaporated. It was replaced with the cool neon blue glow oozing from under the curtain, and the vision of the ice bar became clear through a pane of glass. She saw people wandering about, but she focused more on the atmosphere. It was stunning—ice all around, glowing with blue backlights, making the frosty displays shimmer. There was long bar, made of ice, along one side. Sculptures and tables, again made of ice, scattered around with warmly dressed people littering the area. It didn’t look cold; it looked fresh and entertaining. She suddenly couldn’t wait to get inside, no matter the problems she would have with her outfit.

Taking a step closer, she walked over to the window and touched her hand to the glass. It was freezing, sending chills all the way down to her toes. She noticed the people couldn’t see her. A two-way mirror. Interesting. Out of nowhere, the heat of a man came up behind her, his steel-hard body pressed securely to her back. A large hand came around her waist, holding her in place. Long fingers spread out across the thin fabric of her top. Her breath caught in her throat and her vagina twitched. She didn’t mean it to, but that alone made her moan. Really, was she that needy? “There’s my sassy little kitten,” a deep, brooding voice said. Oh, hell, only one man had called her that in her entire life: Trey. Tall, dark, and wickedly sinful Trey—the only man who’d made her scream, made her beg for more, made her cry out his name. The man she’d had sex with once in college and still dreamed about to this day. His cool tone rumbled over the already sensitive pores of her skin and sent spikes of anticipation to her very core. The folds of her sex throbbed as slick heat formed between her thighs. Great. Two seconds of minimal touching and a pet name, and I’m already ready to throw him down on the floor. “It’s been a long time,” he said as he slid his other hand up the side of her arm. Goose bumps formed where he touched her flesh. His hand reached her shoulder and swept her hair to one side. She couldn’t hide the shiver. “Thank god your friend Joey found me when she did,” he whispered along the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’re the one woman I’ve dreamed of having more of.” His hands caressed the smooth fabric of her shirt as his hard length pressed closer.

“My naughty kitten,” he growled in her ear before bringing his lips to her neck. His tongue flicked teasingly along her skin as his other hand found the bottom hem of her shirt and sank inside. She unintentionally jerked as a spasm rocketed through her body. Him? Now? Really? was all she could think. But all she felt—oh god—all she felt was him and his thick erection pressing into the curve of her lower back. His warm breath on her responsive flesh. His teeth raking over her shoulder blade. His hand slid further up her skirt, squeezing the soft flesh of her plump cheeks. “Here,” his deep voice crooned as his hands kneaded the flesh of her rear. He dipped a smooth finger along the crack where the tender tissue of her pussy met the opening of her ass. “Ever since that one night, I’ve always wanted you right here.” His voice alone could have brought her to her knees. A million memories forced her senses into overload as she thought of everything she still wanted him to do to her. She moved against him, and this time, it was he who moaned. In a blink, he gripped her shoulders and spun her around to face him. He looked the same—better, if possible. His dark blue eyes were still as mysterious as they had been in college. He had a menacing and hard look to his face, but he was as handsome as they came. His features where sharp; chiseled cheeks of perfection and broad eyebrows reminded her of a strong warrior. She wanted to stroke his olive skin and run her fingers through his shaggy, black hair. And she wanted to kiss his luscious lips. Oh, his lips. His lips were to die for. They could launch an assault against her body that could rival the earth-shaking sensations of a 10.5 on the Richter scale. He was good. Better than

good. And she wanted more. It had been eight years since having him, and the time apart had done nothing to diminish her need for this man. It wasn’t until this moment she realized just that. No wonder no other man had been able to sate her. No other man had been Trey. Hell, now what was she supposed to do? Beg him to fuck her right here, right now? As she looked into those dark eyes, she saw the hunger. Testing him, she licked her lips and pressed her swollen breasts against his chest. His hands clasped her wrists as his lips crashed down onto hers. It was fast and heavy as his tongue plunged into her mouth, making the nub of her clit feel as though it were five times larger and ready to explode. He tasted dark and daring. Dangerous. His lips and tongue alone were an aphrodisiac that had her trembling. Her pussy was pulsating like mad, and there was a heat running through her that only needed only thing: him. “Touch me,” she panted. “Oh, my sassy little kitten,” he rumbled over the lobe of her ear. “Don’t be in such a rush.” He drew away from her. His sinful smile sent a chill down her spine. “You need to change. I want to show you my creation,” he said. He laughed at the expression on her face. “Damn, you’re cute as ever.” His laugh—the only laugh that ever made her pussy quiver with excitement. Again. “We’re going into my bar,” he said. “Wait.” She shook her head to clear the electric sizzle from his kiss. “Your bar?” “Yes, my bar, and you need some proper attire.” He winked at her and yanked her close. “I’ve heard you have a fondness for cold climates.” He nipped her jaw. “I want to see how hot I can get you when it’s below zero. And since I’m the boss, I can do with you what I please.”

Hell, she was going to cum right then, with barely a hand on her. He bent down, trailing his hands along her thighs, over her knees and down her calves, leaving shocks of fire behind. He slipped off her shoe, letting his fingers linger against her skin. Who in the hell knew it would be so erotic to have someone take off your shoe? Well, she did now. She tilted her head back and fought not to purr like a cat. His hands moved deftly to the other foot and removed the shoe in the same slow manner. Grabbing her knee, he lifted up her leg and slipped on the soft silken sheepskin boot that wrapped her in warmth all the way to her thigh. Thank god he’d considered her need for better attire. He’d always been practical, though—practical and dangerous, which made for an interesting combination. Dropping her foot, she lifted the other one for him and caught the amusement in his eye. “Your stems are as gorgeous as ever,” he said as he slid on the other boot. She shrugged and tried to ignore the heat growing all over her body. “I work out.” “It suits you.” Rising to his feet, he slid her arms into a warm insulated jacket and drew her in for another kiss. “Then again,” he murmured against her lips, “anything would suit a face as stunning as yours.” The room was more than hot now. It was on fire, and the jacket wasn’t helping matters. “I’m hot,” she whispered. “I know,” he said before dipping down to nibble her ear. She gasped. He grabbed her hands, slipped on a pair of wool gloves, and pulled her through the door at the corner of the room.

Chapter Four Robyn sucked in a deep, shaky breath as Trey led her into the ice bar. Damn, it was cold—almost too cold. But the fire burning between her thighs wasn’t subsiding. Even as the air bit the smooth skin of her thighs and wisped around the inside of her skirt, she was still sizzling. He led her to a booth in the far corner, sheltered from the hustle and bustle of the patrons by a large ice sculpture shaped like a giant, glistening Christmas tree. The booth and table were made of ice, of course, but thankfully the bench seat was draped with a fur skin of some sort. Grabbing her elbow, Trey guided Robyn into the seat before sliding in next to her. The seat was hard and the pelt tickled her thighs as she adjusted. The heat of Trey’s firm body pressed her further into the booth as he looked at her menacingly. She stopped scooting when her back hit the corner of the booth and all she could do was look at this devilish man inching closer and closer. “Drinks?” someone asked. Without taking his eyes off Robyn, Trey ordered two vodka citrus specials. “Hmm,” Robyn said as Trey’s face inched closer to hers and his hand found a sensitive spot on her knee. “That sounds nice. I’m suddenly parched.”

He chuckled and traced his finger up her thigh. “Me, too.” Robyn licked her lips and spread her legs wider, all too willing to let his hands climb higher. “I’ve missed you,” he said as he nuzzled her neck and splayed his gloved hands out underneath her skirt, barely touching the satin of her panties. Robyn sucked in a breath at the touch and jerked back when she heard the ice glasses clank down on the table. He moved away and gave her a questioning look. “Why me?” he asked boldly. “You?” she asked as and gave him a good once over. Yes, Joey had made an excellent choice for her night of passion. Only question was, how in the hell had she known? Robyn was pretty certain she had never talked about Trey. “You’d have to ask Joey. She’s the one who picked my date.” His eyebrow shot up. “Really? And here she made me think you wanted to see me.” Robyn laughed at that. Go figure Joey would make it seem like something other than it was. “How did you meet her?” she asked. “Well, since you live with her, I’m sure you know she’s a vendor.” He inched closer. “Damn good one, if I say so myself, it being a male-dominated field and all. That girl knows her alcohol.” Robyn laughed again. Of course Joey knew her alcohol. Growing up with parents as bartenders had helped. “Yes…” Robyn prompted.

“Well, one day she got to talking about her roommates.” He dipped his head into the collar of her jacket, his warm breath whispering, electrifying her senses. “One of them being you, of course.” His tongue darted out and traced a line all the way up her neck. The heat enhanced the wetness between her thighs. The chill in the air brushed over the damp skin and damn near had her clawing at him. “She mentioned a friend, Robyn, who went to school in Chicago to become a chef.” His teeth scraped along the sensitive line he’d left with his tongue. Robyn bit her lip, her body almost screaming for what she knew this man could do. “Another male-dominated field, I might add.” He pulled away from her and gave her a sinful wink. “What is it with you girls and wanting to play with the men?” “Maybe we like to see if we can dominate,” she shot back playfully. “Or is it more that you like to be dominated?” The grin Trey flashed made Robyn clench her pussy tight, trying to slow down the quivers pulsating through her. At this rate, she would want him to take her like an animal by the time they got around to it. “I think we both know domination runs both ways,” she said. “Or, at least it did the last time we were together.” She let the word together linger on her tongue and gloried in mild satisfaction as his face stretched tight. He was feeling it, too. At least she wasn’t the only one suffering from overloaded sexual arousal at the moment. “So,” he continued as his hand slid into the front of her jacket. His gloved fingers circled along the cloth covering the sensitive tips of her breasts. Even through the bra, his touch was making her shake. “I probed for more info, remembering a sassy little kitten I once knew who

was going to culinary school.” His hand closed over her breast and squeezed, not too hard, but with enough pressure to make her nipples ache to be suckled. “When I found out it was you,” he whispered as he brought his lips closer to her face, “my cock tightened harder than it ever has. I remember that night. Your aching pussy contracting around my cock deep inside you. The way I made you scream for more as I pounded into you. I’ve thought of all the other things I’ve wanted to do to you since then.” He kissed her, light and feathery. “My mind is filled with other ways to pleasure your tight pussy while you beg for more.” He breathed the heavy words against her lips. The invitation was clear, and she wanted it. Sensory overload. The coolness underneath her, the warmth between her thighs, the hunger in his voice, the music drumming lightly in the background. Her skin prickled in anticipation. She knew exactly what he could offer and the throbbing at her core begged for the seduction to end and the madness to start. He drew away, giving her an intense look of desire as the lights flickered in his needy eyes. He brought his glass to his luscious lips. He took a long drink, emptying it quickly. “Tell me, kitten, remind me why we walked away from each other after that night?” Stop talking and start kissing. She shrugged and picked up her glass, eyeing the contents before bringing it to her mouth. When the ice touched her lips she shivered. As the frosty concoction trickled down her throat, her body warmed from the inside out. “If my memory serves me correctly,” she said as she tried to keep her unsteady voice level. “We were young and not quite ready for something that … uh … intense.”

Oh, dear god, had it been intense. Both had been so young, both had been so clueless. But it had been one night full of a lifetime of could-be’s. The way they touched. Magical. A stroke of the hand. A gentle kiss. A light moan. Everything they had done, everything they had said, everything they had touched had sparked something inside them so bright, Robyn had been certain their fire could have been seen from the moon. At her age, it was something she hadn’t been prepared to handle, something she hadn’t been ready for. Something so intense couldn’t be good, right? Ah … but I was wrong. She could see that now. Trey thoughtfully put down his glass and flashed his naughty grin. Before Robyn could even blink, he grabbed one of her legs and flung it over his lap. His hand slid between her legs to touch the aching flesh of her pussy. Her eyes grew wide as he stroked the outside of her panties. Wetness quickly soaked them. “Are you ready now?” he asked. He parted her jacket with his other hand and dipped his head between the swell of her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat when his tongue flicked out and traced along the edge of her bra. Robyn could do no more than moan as her body twisted beneath his stroking fingers and hot breath. Wasn’t it supposed to be cold in here? Searing heat built in every muscle and radiated through every nerve of her body. She reached out and grabbed his jacket, pulling him closer. He lifted his head and nipped her neck when she didn’t answer. His gloved hand retreated from her thighs and Robyn whimpered at the lost contact. As he kept his assaulting lips on her neck, he reached back to the table and grabbed his empty glass. Gripping it tightly, he brought it between her legs and lightly scraped the ice-cold roughness up her thigh.

She drew in a ragged breath, her body clenching around him. His lips curved into a smile against her collarbone before she started shaking. His hand moved higher until the frosty cup touched her damp panties. Panting. She was panting like a damn animal. Ice and heat made a deadly combination and as the waterfall flowed from her pussy, she knew she couldn’t stay sane much longer if he didn’t touch her with his bare hands. “Touch me,” she begged. “Are you ready now?” He repeated the question in a low growl before capturing her bottom lip between his. He drew it into his mouth and suckled it as she writhed beneath him. His eyes locked with hers and Robyn thought they looked more than needy—they looked almost feral—untamed and ready to snap. “Are you ready, kitten?” “Oh, god, Trey … yes.” Her voice barely came out in a whisper, the burning desire churning her insides. The hand between her thighs pulled her panties to the side and the chill of the cup pressed against her hot pussy. Oh hell, shouldn’t she be screaming because of the possibility of frostbite to her clit? Yes. But frostbite was the last thing on her mind. She groaned as she threw her head back, feeling Trey’s secure hand around the back of her neck. It wasn’t pain; it was pleasure. The rubbing contact between the heat of her sex and the chilling ice nearly had her melting into a pile of mush. Trey held her steady, kissing every inch of exposed flesh on her chest and neck as she

ground her body against the glass. The numbing contractions were rocketing her body to heights only seen by space shuttles. A second later, a cold, leather-gloved finger impaled her vagina. She jerked back, closing her eyes as the flashes of electric pleasure ricocheted through her. “Yes,” she hissed through her lips. His finger slid out and was joined by a second before plunging into her again. Robyn couldn’t help letting the cry escape her lips. It felt too good, and the need for more was building within her, until it was hard to even breathe. As his fingers thrust farther into her depths, his thumb caressed the swollen nub, making her thrash beneath him. “Easy, kitten,” he crooned as he continued to stroke her. “Do you want it here?” He licked the length of her jaw before placing a soft, enticing kiss on her lips. “Now?” She moaned. God, was that all she could do? He had turned her into a pool of blubbering heat. She wasn’t even able to put together a coherent sentence. “Yes,” she said breathlessly. His deep laugh rumbled against her skin. “My, haven’t you become a wild one?” One more plunge with his fingers and Robyn arched back, unable to stand the climax building within her body. “Please,” she begged. “Ah, kitten,” he sighed as he pulled his fingers from the depths of her heat. “I may own this bar, but even I can’t get away with that.” She couldn’t help the pout that came across her face. She was aching, damn it. For him and only him. The tightness in her pussy wanted to be stretched and filled to the brim with his long, hard thrusts. Was he really going to make her wait?

“You’re adorable when you’re pouting, kitten,” he said as he pulled her from the booth. “Don’t worry though, I’ll have you begging me to fuck you before it’s over and exhausted from pleasure before the night is through.” A rush of her electrified craving went through her again, nearly making her knees buckle beneath her.

Chapter Five As Trey walked Robyn through several sets of doors and down a long hallway, the only thing she could think about was having him between her legs. Lust, surging powerfully through her veins, made her want him more than she wanted to take her next breath. Was that normal? Hell, she didn’t know. And quite frankly, right now, she didn’t care. His hands caressed the length of her back, and her body ached to have him all over it. Even though they had left a room that was zero degrees, she was sweating. Staring at his tall lean frame while he walked was making her itch to touch him in all the right places. He moved with a sense of arrogance. Powerful and domineering. His strides were long, and he kept his shoulders straight. She needed her hands on his skin. They stopped in front of a set of large, oak doors. Trey turned to face her. “I’ll warn you now, kitten,” he said in a voice that had the hair standing up on her arms. “Once you cross into my domain, you will be mine for tonight. All of it.” Damn it, she was shaking again. His brooding stare wasn’t helping matters. “And?”

“You think it was intense before?” he asked before snaking a hand around her waist and dragging her tightly to his body. Oh, he was ready, all right. The thickness of his erection pressed on her stomach as it throbbed through his pants. When his lips came crashing down on hers, she could do no more than gasp at the need that radiated from within him. It was hot, fiery to the extreme, and suddenly she ached to be doused with ice water to keep from melting to the floor. His tongue was not gentle as it parted her lips. Once inside the depths of her mouth, it plunged, seeking a heat it had known before. Just as fast as he attacked, he retreated, stopping to take her bottom lip into his mouth and suckle it. Sweet Lord, her heart was hammering in her chest and the juices were pouring. Had she forgotten he knew her weaknesses? He knew how to dominate her in a way no other man had. And for Trey, it came naturally. If he wanted to possess her, he would. All of her. Had he been holding back that night eight years ago? If he had, then Robyn knew she wouldn’t last the night without crumbling in his arms. Begging and pleading him to taste and tease and caress her in ways only he could. She desperately wanted him to plunge ruthlessly into the slick depths of her heat without an ounce of remorse or regret. She needed him to fulfill his need as a dominant male while gratifying every need she had as a woman. If she had an ounce of control, this would be the time to assert it. Let him see how well she had learned to play over the years. “No games, Trey,” she said firmly, knowing the tone of her voice would only arouse him more. He liked games, she remembered. He liked to be pushed. “I’ve learned a few tricks of my own.” His voice was dark as his eyes leveled her. “Oh, there’s my sassy little kitten,” he said menacingly. “But you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Before she could blink, she was spun around into the room behind the double doors. The door slammed behind her and no sooner than she got her bearings, Trey flattened her against the wall with brute force. His hands were on her hips, pulling her skirt up as far as it would go. His thigh parted her legs and rubbed against her clit. And his lips, damn! His lips were everywhere. There wasn’t a place on her exposed skin he wasn’t licking, kissing or caressing. She threw her head back against the wall and moaned for more. She couldn’t help but grind her body against him and claw at his chest. Through the haze, she managed to find the clasp on his pants, and with precision accuracy, the button was undone in a snap. The zipper parted beneath her hands as she moved inside and took the long, hard length of his cock into her hand. Fighting the lightning flashes that sent tingles erupting through her, she grabbed it and stroked. Trey stilled. He brought his hand up and placed it on the wall beside her head. His eyes raked over her face; he was blushing. They were both panting like animals. His lips trailed over her cheek. “You’re dangerous, kitten,” he said darkly as he pressed his lips to her ear. “But you’re not going to get off that easy. No touching.” She tilted her head up to him and flashed a sinful smile of her own. “Oh, you think?” Two brawny hands grabbed her waist and hoisted her up until she rested against his hips. The thick crown of his cock that had narrowly escaped the opening of his pants was now pressing into her thin panties. She wiggled her hips at the feel of him so close to her wet, pulsating entrance. “Tsk, tsk,” he said. Her eyes snapped open in disbelief when his hand smacked her ass playfully.

Wasn’t that supposed to hurt? She was pretty sure it was supposed to, but then the unthinkable happened: he smacked her again. A little harder this time—but to her dismay, it was enjoyable pain. The burn erupted from where his hand had landed on her soft buns, and it sent shocks of amazing stinging prickles through her. Her whole body shuddered. “Again,” she murmured in his ear as she tried to rub against him more. His throaty laugh had her grinding her swollen clit against the firmness of his erection. “Easy,” he said softly as he turned around and walked into the room. He held her firmly, trying to keep her from grinding against him more. “Simmer down, kitten. I’ve got lots of time to play with you.” The cry that escaped her lips surprised even her. No man should have this power over any woman. It wasn’t normal, was it? She didn’t even know which way was up right now. The task of actually thinking was past her. All she could do was feel. And at the moment, that was fine with her.

Chapter Six She kept her eyes closed as they moved across the room. His hands gripped her plump ass cheeks and pulled her against him with bruising but delightful force. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he asked as he lowered her to the floor. His firm grip abruptly changed to soft strokes as he shifted his body to lie at her side. Soft, plush fur was beneath her, and a fire roared behind her. Her breathing was ragged and shallow. Her eyes glossed over with a need so intense she couldn’t even speak. The room was dimly lit, and when he pulled his warm body away from hers, she suddenly felt the chill in the air. She shivered from the lost contact, her body losing a sense of something when he eased away. That can’t be good. What was it about him and only him that made her feel this way? As she stared up at him, his to-die-for lips, dark skin, knitted brows, and devilishly handsome stare, her heart twitched in her chest. Oh hell.

After eight years, she was not—absolutely not— feeling something other than lust with Trey. Was she? She’d never been in love. There were times when she’d thought she had been. Had wanted to be, but something always felt off. Her mind didn’t feel it. Her body didn’t join with his. Her heart didn’t connect. But Trey had been different from the start. Before they’d been lovers, they’d been friends. They had spent four years on the same campus, in some of the same introductory classes. They had even worked at the same run-down bar for a while. She was in the kitchen and he was serving up drinks. They had teased and provoked one another. One night after a crazy evening filled with fights at the bar and endless orders, their teasing turned into hunger. And it erupted into a sinful night of wild, life-changing sex. It had terrified her at the time. No two people should have that much fun together. They’d been too young to be that serious. Thank god Trey had agreed. Parting ways as friends-with-no-benefits was for the best. It had been easier than she thought. After all, she was still young and searching for herself. He was much the same and needed to find himself as well. But now, as their bodies melded together on top of a fur pelt, she thought this may very well be the heaven she had been searching for. There had been other lovers, other men who had caught her fancy. But no one made her body ache with a need so strong she thought she would burst before she reached the peak. No man made her arch like a cat being stroked, purring and clawing at her lover for more. Trey made her want things that made her blush even thinking about. He opened up a part of her soul and saw things no one else did—desire, longing, and a hunger for him so strong it pulsed in

places she didn’t even want to think about. Not now. Now she only wanted to feel, to taste, to savor everything Trey had to offer. Again she shivered as his hands traced the curve of her thigh, stopping at the curls between her legs as he lowered his head for another long kiss—slowly this time, painstakingly so. This time it was he who was relishing the taste of her. His fingers stroked her cheek as he deepened the kiss. This night would be better than the last. “Cold?” he asked as he drew away. She stroked her tongue over her bottom lip as she shook her head. She couldn’t feel anything but him. “I know you wanted sex on ice, kitten,” he said softly in her ear, “but this will have to do.” His lips moved to her jaw and then her neck. She whimpered when he nipped at the sensitive skin. Further down he traveled, allowing his lips to lightly move over her collarbone and then stop at the swell of her breast. Swiftly he pulled her up to a sitting position and slid her top over her head. With the snap of his fingers, the front clasp on her bra broke free and her breasts fell into his hands. “Yes.” His voice was coated with gravel. “Very nice.” Her breath caught in her throat when his lips closed over her nipple. It was already hard from the cool air in the room. He flicked the hard nub with his tongue, and her body bent towards him, wanting more of his heat. Her nipple was a firm peak, and with each stroke of his tongue a bolt of ecstasy left her quivering. This, whatever this was, was driving her crazy with need. The subtle strokes and caresses to her supple skin, the warmth and tenderness of his touch. It was maddening!

He shifted and reached around her body, never allowing his mouth to leave her nipple. Pulling the throbbing nub further into his mouth, he suckled it, hard. She bit her lip, trying not to scream. His hand pressed on her shoulder, lowering her back to the floor. He raised his head and looked down her body, his lips curving into a smile that took her breath away. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said as he positioned himself closer to her feet. Within seconds he had her skirt and panties lying in a heap next to her. Now, how fair was that? She looked down at her naked body and then raked her gaze over him. He was still fully clothed. Trey turned his back to her for a second and when he turned back around he had the wickedest smile on his face. “That look could get someone in trouble,” she rasped. “Oh, I intend to cause some trouble right now.” He opened his clasped hands, revealing two shining, jagged objects. If there was any other way to enlist her fantasy, this would be it. She stared down at the ice cubes in Trey’s hand. Blissful torture was what she had asked for, and blissful torture was what she was going to get. His hand dropped to her ankle and she jerked at the sudden coldness from the cube of ice. The ice trailed up her leg at a terribly slow pace. Trey followed the trail of ragged, chilling ice with his warm, smooth tongue. The further up he went, the more her control slipped. She struggled beneath him, needing skin on skin, heat on heat. She just needed him on her. Well, in her at the moment would be more precise. Ice should be painful, right? It shouldn’t make her pussy hot and vibrate. But hadn’t she already learned in the bar that ice could do a whole lot more than hurt? It sent both chills and

thrills racing through her veins like a raging flood. As the ice traveled all over her body, she writhed beneath the fiery trail it left behind. “Please,” she all but choked out. She couldn’t stand any more of this teasing. Trey stilled, the ice cube hovering around the top of her belly button. “Please what?” What the hell was she supposed to say? The fur beneath her suddenly felt as though it was scratching her skin. She had the sudden urge to move and wrap her arms around him, begging him to take her now. The ice continued to move up her skin, the assault starting on her already sensitive, spiked nipples. With his free hand, Trey found the slick, throbbing folds of her pussy. His long finger dipped inside the lush wetness and rubbed slow circles around her throbbing clit. She cried out and arched beneath him, bringing her hands down to him. She needed to touch him. He dropped the ice cube and grabbed both her wrists with one hand. “No, kitten,” he growled. “You don’t get to touch.” His long arms stretched her wrists above her head as he continued to stroke the burn between her legs. One finger dipped inside her slowly … surely. “So hot,” he said as brought his lips to her ear. “So wet and tight, my sassy kitten.” Her body continued to jerk and shudder beneath his skillful hands. They were soft as velvet, but deadly as a knife. “Please,” she said as her whole body shook. “Robyn,” he crooned as his fingers retreated again. One finger found the sensitive tightness of her ass. He rubbed her slick wetness over the opening before slowly pressing his finger inside. Two fingers dipped inside the hot folds of her pussy and one in her ass. Her sigh was heavy and breathless.

Burning. She was burning from the inside out. All of her was being stretched as his fingers moved slowly in and out. Whoever had said the ass was “exit only” was out of their ever-lovin’ mind. Having a finger in hers wasn’t something Robyn ever thought she would particularly enjoy, but she was proud to say she was wrong. In one swift move, Trey had shown her pleasure could be found in more places than one. She closed her eyes and allowed the rocketing tingles to take her higher. He worked her from both ends, and growls erupted from his throat each time she fought against him. She stared up at his eyes. Predatory hunger flashed across his features as sweat collected on his brow. “Now, Robyn. Tell me what you want.” Could she even speak if she opened her mouth? The white heat pouring over every inch of her body told her she might not be able to do more than gasp for air. “Trey…” she said barely above a whisper. “Tell me,” he commanded. His fingers tore through her again. “Oh!” He released her hands and pulled his fingers from her drenched pussy. She was ready, more than ready, and the loss of his touch sent spikes of heat to her breasts, her clit, her core, and her ass. She was on the brink of collapsing from need. Grabbing her hips, he spun her body around. Her stomach was now pressed to the soft fur. Reaching beneath her hips, he pulled her up to her knees and positioned himself over her.

The rough texture of his clothes rubbed against her body and pricked her alreadyscorched senses. Damn, why was he was still wearing every ounce of clothing? She needed to touch him, feel him on her frenzied skin. Pleasurable pain seared the skin on her smooth ass cheeks as his hand came down on it. Once, twice, three times had her body bucking against him. The prickles of sharp pain made her pussy throb even more. She was going to come apart, right here and now. The volcano simmering at her core bubbled like an overheated pot. She was going to explode. “God, Trey!” She was doing more than panting now. Her own juices flowed more with each smack. And each time his hard cock rubbed against her ass through his pants she wanted to scream. “Please!” she cried out. He stilled for a moment before grabbing her hips tightly in his strong hands. He thrust his body against her once and then again. The blistering heat on her clit needed more. Her entire body begged for more. “What do you want, kitten?” he asked, his tone deep and hungry. “Tell me, Robyn, what is it you need?” “You, Trey,” she panted, barely able to catch her breath. “Fuck me. I want your cock buried in my pussy. Make me scream.” Two second later, the long, thick length of his cock plunged inside her all the way to hilt. She screamed and arched back against him. There it was. The spark. It lit her up like a beacon in the dead of night. It made him shine like a warrior home from the battlefield. It made her tremble, buck, and ache. It still wasn’t enough. “Hmm,” he grated through his clenched teeth. “Like that?”

“More—” He pulled out and lunged again. She rocketed forward and forced herself not collapse from the tumbling sensations rolling through her. “Hard and fast?” he asked roughly as he pulled out again. Then he slid slowly into her burning pussy. “Or slow and soft?” She gripped the fur beneath her fingers, needing to hold onto something, anything that would help her keep her sanity. He was going to make her crazy. The building pressure in her womb wanted a release in only the way Trey knew how to give. “Fuck me, Trey,” she breathed. “Hard and fast.” “With an added surprise,” he growled. His arms reached around her body, clutching both breasts with his hands. A cold roughness in his palms made her jerk backward, jamming their bodies together even more. “Easy, kitten.” He bent and whispered in her ear. “You wanted an Eskimo? You wanted ice?” His hands circled her breasts, scraping the chilling rocks across her nipples. She fought not to cry out. “I’m here to please.” He gripped her breasts firmly, securing the contact with the ice as his hips flexed and thrust again. The muscles in his thighs tightened as her pussy constricted around his cock. The juices allowed for smooth, hard strokes, in and out, repeatedly. “God, Robyn,” he said as he continued to pound into her. “You’re tight … so tight.” “More,” she hummed as she felt the beginnings of her climax overtake her. She rocked with him, pressing him further into her, wanting him to take even more control. “Harder.” He snapped and drove into her with a force so strong, her arms buckled beneath her. “Fuck!” he cried out as he pounded harder and harder into her exploding body.

She saw stars. She actually saw stars amidst the driving force plunging into her, bringing her to the peak of rapture. The ice scraped her breasts with each stroke. She clawed the rug and tossed her head back. She thrust herself into him, taking each and every inch of his cock into her needy pussy. She continued to cry out his name as their bodies pumped together in a fury. They both were gasping for breath. She couldn’t think. Fireworks short-circuited her brain as Trey pushed his cock into her over and over. She came with an earth-shattering scream as her body exploded around him. Her pussy clenched. He growled and drove further into her. Her whole body shook from the sparks tingling from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes. His body tensed and with one final thrust, the heat of his seed spilled from his cock. He shuddered above her and they both collapsed onto the fur rug.

Chapter Seven Minutes or hours could’ve passed as they lay on the floor with Trey’s body resting on top of hers. He was still buried inside her and trembles of pleasure rippled through their bodies each time one of them moved a fraction of an inch. He was still dressed. She was barely aware of the fire crackling in the distance. Couldn’t have cared less about the lights flickering over her naked, sweat-slicked skin. All she cared about was the life-altering satisfaction Trey had given her. God help her, she would never know fulfillment in another man’s arms. She knew he could take her to new levels, but she never imagined this. This was one hundred times better than the first time and she was already dreaming about the next time. “I’ll move as soon as can,” Trey said breathlessly in her ear. “I’ll bet I weigh a ton.” She curved her back, making the round flesh of her ass press against him. “Mmm, I like it.” He pulled out of her, his cock still pulsating and dripping with a mixture of their juices. He turned her over with gentle ease and captured her lips in a kiss. It was deep but soft, and had her longing for more before he pulled away.

“You’re a naughty, sassy kitten,” he said as he looked down at her. His face was flushed, his hair in total disarray, but he still look more than delectable. Let’s do it again. And again. Until we are comatose. “Am I?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You know it,” he snorted with approval. “Next time, I’ll have to let you have some fun.” “Next time?” she asked as she arched a brow at him. He cupped her face with his strong hands, bringing them nose to nose. “Don’t toy with me, Robyn,” he said as his nipped her chin. “You won’t like where it will get you.” “Oh?” she said as she shifted beneath him, allowing her legs to part around his thighs. “If I’m naughty, will you spank me?” He was already hard again. His stiff length pressed into the curls above her clit. He was an animal, and she loved it. A thousand more times wouldn’t sate her need for him. “Kitten,” he crooned. “I’ll be sure to do more than spank you. Now that I have you, I plan on not letting you go for a while—if ever.” He grabbed her and twisted their bodies around, allowing her to straddle his cock. “Promise?” she asked as she stroked her fingers under his shirt. The tight curves of his chest twitched beneath her fingers. God, he was handsome. Hard and handsome. She lowered herself down on him with a slowness that had him grinding his teeth and growling in protest. “Robyn,” he said intensely. “Don’t toy with me, kitten.” “Oh,” she said as an innocent smile swept across her face. “I plan to do exactly that, right after you take off your clothes.”