“I can’t reach that high,” I chuckled, my soapy hands trying in vain to reach into Mike’s thick hair. The man was so f*****g tall it was ridiculous. How someone that massive could move so quickly and gracefully on the ice amazed me.
“Should’ve eaten more carrots, Coraline,” he grinned down at me, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief and something deeper—something darker.
“I ate plenty of carrots, thank you very much. Now be a good boy and get back down on your knees,” I teased, my voice sweet but laced with that same spark he always ignited in me. The heat that flashed through his eyes in response made my pulse skip.
Who would have guessed that getting f****d by Mike could be such a revelatory experience? It was as if something buried deep inside me had finally been unlocked, like somet
