graduation. Last she’d
heard, he’d settled in London.
Now he was back. Not just in Blue Falls, but here, in Kool
Kreme .
Suddenly, every cell in her body seemed attuned to his
presence. She turned her head to stare at the metallic double-doors leading
into the industrial-size freezer.
Arousal peaked at the apex of her thighs and her nipples
beaded, puckering against her flimsy cotton blouse. She pressed her legs
together in a feeble attempt to ease the ache that had been building in her
pussy since Ricki had said those two magic words.
Liam Blackhawk .
God, his name alone oozed sex appeal.
She wondered where he got his inspiration for the sculptures
he so lovingly crafted. Did he study couples in the heat of the moment? Maybe
he had his own studio in London, where people paid for the privilege of fucking
in front of him just so they could be immortalized in one of his priceless
works of art.
Her right hand moved of its own accord, slipping over her
belly, pressing down just above her mound. Was he actually planning on
unveiling an erotic ice sculpture at the competition?
As soon as the thought struck, she was on her feet, moving
toward the freezer unit. It wasn’t until she was halfway there that she
realized she’d been leaning against the counter again.
She couldn’t even muster up the guilt to feel bad about
ruining the ice cream. It served Ricki right for not telling her about Liam.
A smile tilted the corners of Elle’s mouth. She should
introduce herself. Ask him if he needed anything. Cup of coffee, Mr.
Blackhawk? Frozen yogurt? Me, spread-eagled and covered in melted French
vanilla?
Before she could change her mind, Elle took a deep breath
and pushed the door open. The seam hissed and cold air escaped the interior of
the freezer in a fine mist.
“Hello?” she called out as she entered. “Mr. Blackhawk?”
No response. A lone overhead bulb cast bright neon light
directly above the center of the freezer’s interior, but the edges of the room
remained shrouded in darkness.
Elle cleared her throat as she waited for her eyes to
adjust. “Liam?”
Nothing. Not even the flick of a chisel or the scrape of a
boot against the floor. Disappointment weighed heavily in her gut. He wasn’t
here.
Oh, he’d definitely been here at one point. She could make
out the silhouette of the finished sculpture from her spot by the door. But
aside from that and a few discarded tools, the freezer was obviously empty of
all but commercial ice cream cartons.
“Figures,” she mumbled under her breath.
She barely felt the cold, but her body hummed as though
coming alive in the freezing temperature. Her breasts felt heavy and her
nipples ached, begging to be touched. She slipped her hand over a puckered nub,
drawing it gently between her thumb and forefinger. Arousal zinged down her
veins, shooting straight to her clit.
At least she’d see the statue before anyone else did. Later
tonight she could fantasize about Liam’s hands caressing the ice while she
brought herself to climax.
All alone. Again.
Not that things would be any different if she ran into Liam.
It’s not as though he’d shove her up against the wall of the freezer and yank
down her jeans, thrust his hand between her legs and --
Her thoughts scattered as she finally made her way around
the sculpture. A gasp escaped her throat. She stared in mute awe, knowing her
jaw was hanging open but unable to close it.
It was breathtaking. No, Elle corrected herself, he was breathtaking.
She’d expected another one of Liam’s signature couple poses.
Instead, he’d sculpted a man. A fully naked man who towered over her 5’3” frame
by at least a foot, his head almost brushing the ceiling. His arms were
slightly outstretched, as though inviting her to step within the circle of his
embrace.
Elle’s breath halted in her throat. Her heart hammered hard
against her ribcage. Another step closer and she’d ruin it. Her feet felt glued
to the ground. She
heard, he’d settled in London.
Now he was back. Not just in Blue Falls, but here, in Kool
Kreme .
Suddenly, every cell in her body seemed attuned to his
presence. She turned her head to stare at the metallic double-doors leading
into the industrial-size freezer.
Arousal peaked at the apex of her thighs and her nipples
beaded, puckering against her flimsy cotton blouse. She pressed her legs
together in a feeble attempt to ease the ache that had been building in her
pussy since Ricki had said those two magic words.
Liam Blackhawk .
God, his name alone oozed sex appeal.
She wondered where he got his inspiration for the sculptures
he so lovingly crafted. Did he study couples in the heat of the moment? Maybe
he had his own studio in London, where people paid for the privilege of fucking
in front of him just so they could be immortalized in one of his priceless
works of art.
Her right hand moved of its own accord, slipping over her
belly, pressing down just above her mound. Was he actually planning on
unveiling an erotic ice sculpture at the competition?
As soon as the thought struck, she was on her feet, moving
toward the freezer unit. It wasn’t until she was halfway there that she
realized she’d been leaning against the counter again.
She couldn’t even muster up the guilt to feel bad about
ruining the ice cream. It served Ricki right for not telling her about Liam.
A smile tilted the corners of Elle’s mouth. She should
introduce herself. Ask him if he needed anything. Cup of coffee, Mr.
Blackhawk? Frozen yogurt? Me, spread-eagled and covered in melted French
vanilla?
Before she could change her mind, Elle took a deep breath
and pushed the door open. The seam hissed and cold air escaped the interior of
the freezer in a fine mist.
“Hello?” she called out as she entered. “Mr. Blackhawk?”
No response. A lone overhead bulb cast bright neon light
directly above the center of the freezer’s interior, but the edges of the room
remained shrouded in darkness.
Elle cleared her throat as she waited for her eyes to
adjust. “Liam?”
Nothing. Not even the flick of a chisel or the scrape of a
boot against the floor. Disappointment weighed heavily in her gut. He wasn’t
here.
Oh, he’d definitely been here at one point. She could make
out the silhouette of the finished sculpture from her spot by the door. But
aside from that and a few discarded tools, the freezer was obviously empty of
all but commercial ice cream cartons.
“Figures,” she mumbled under her breath.
She barely felt the cold, but her body hummed as though
coming alive in the freezing temperature. Her breasts felt heavy and her
nipples ached, begging to be touched. She slipped her hand over a puckered nub,
drawing it gently between her thumb and forefinger. Arousal zinged down her
veins, shooting straight to her clit.
At least she’d see the statue before anyone else did. Later
tonight she could fantasize about Liam’s hands caressing the ice while she
brought herself to climax.
All alone. Again.
Not that things would be any different if she ran into Liam.
It’s not as though he’d shove her up against the wall of the freezer and yank
down her jeans, thrust his hand between her legs and --
Her thoughts scattered as she finally made her way around
the sculpture. A gasp escaped her throat. She stared in mute awe, knowing her
jaw was hanging open but unable to close it.
It was breathtaking. No, Elle corrected herself, he was breathtaking.
She’d expected another one of Liam’s signature couple poses.
Instead, he’d sculpted a man. A fully naked man who towered over her 5’3” frame
by at least a foot, his head almost brushing the ceiling. His arms were
slightly outstretched, as though inviting her to step within the circle of his
embrace.
Elle’s breath halted in her throat. Her heart hammered hard
against her ribcage. Another step closer and she’d ruin it. Her feet felt glued
to the ground. She
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