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Her eyes connect with mine, and I swear I can see the want hidden in the depths there. I wasn’t lying when I said she’s fucking beautiful, because she is.

I keep working my cock, tugging Noelle down with each thrust of my hips until I’m fully inside her. “Fuck,” I groan out.

“You’re so big, York. My god. It’s like big enough to hold a sleigh full of all the toys in the world. Big enough to wrap the world in a blanket of snow. Strong enough to bend steel…”

I cut in, “You about done?” I laugh lightly, my heart squeezing inside my chest.

“York, I just…” her voice softens, “I just…”

I cut in once more. “I know, me too.”

All laughter fades between us, and we start moving together in unison, pushing…thrusting…fucking in its purest form.

Fuck she feels like a dream.

“You feel so good,” I tell her.

“You too. Oh god, York.”

I tug on her hair, bringing her closer so I can kiss those kissable lips. I deepen the kiss, needing to be closer to this woman than I already am. We kiss for what feels like hours as our bodies get used to each other. I keep my hands on her hips, tugging her down on each thrust of my hips. She’s a fucking natural at handling my cock.

I could get used to this.

My knee hits the controls, turning the Zamboni on and it rumbles to life.

“Oh, I don’t hate that,” Noelle says, talking about the vibrations of the engine.

“You like the way that feels?”

She nods, her eyes boring into mine. “Yeah, I love it.”

Again, my chest does that squeezing thing, and I don’t know how I feel about that. All I know is this isnotthe last time I will be inside this woman. If I can help it.

Chapter 16

Noelle

Whooo hooo. I’m having sex with my dream man on the top of a Zamboni in an almost-chilly ice rink.

I seriously can’t believe this is happening. Like seriously. In all the years I’ve dreamed about being with York, I never could have imagined a scenario like this.

However, it’s perfect.

More than perfect. When I saw the size of his …equipment, I about flipped out. Almost called the whole thing off, but I trusted him when he told me it’d fit.

I’ve always trusted York Steele.

And now the way he stares at me as we come together on this Zamboni has me believing in a future for the two of us. I knowit’s silly. I know I shouldn’t let my mind wander, but I can’t help it.

I’ve always been in love with him.

He reaches between our bodies, the pad of his thumb grazing over my clit. He toys with it, making my eyelid’s drift closed. “You like that, don’t you. Fuck, you’re so hot.” He leans closer, his mouth opening to suck on my breast. He plays with the nipple between his teeth, sucking, nibbling it into his mouth.

I hold onto him, my fingers running through his thick hair.

Speaking of thick…his dick moves inside me, slowly at first, but he picks up speed every few seconds. Until we both get lost in the feel of each other.

I ride him, letting my hips thrust and grind against him.