Icebound Desire

Anamika Sharma stepped inside the cold indoor ice rink with her camera bag hanging on her shoulder. The chilled air hit her skin and made her n*****s tighten under her simple top. She was nervous but needed this job badly. Her family was going through a big financial crisis, and this position as the university hockey team’s official photographer paid well. She was setting up her camera near the boards when the team came out for practice. And then she saw him. Siddharth Malhotra. Everyone called him the Beast. He was 6'3", broad shoulders, powerful arms covered in tattoos, and a sharp jawline that made him look dangerous. His practice jersey was already sticking to his muscular chest because of sweat. He skated with full power, controlling the puck like it was nothing. Anamika started clicking photos. She tried to stay professional, but her eyes kept following Siddharth. Every time he took a hard shot, his body flexed, and the muscles on his thighs and back stood out. In one move his jersey lifted a little, showing his lower abs and that deep V-line disappearing into his pants. Anamika felt a strange warmth between her legs. She quickly looked away. After practice ended, Siddharth skated straight toward her. He removed his helmet, ran a hand through his wet hair, and looked her up and down slowly. “You the new photographer?” His voice was deep and rough. “Yes… I’m Anamika Sharma,” she replied, trying not to stare at his sweaty chest. Siddharth gave a small smirk. “Anamika… nice name. I’m Siddharth Malhotra. Captain of the team. So you’ll be following me to every practice and every match?” Anamika nodded. “That’s the job.” He stepped a little closer. She could smell his sweat mixed with some expensive body wash. “Good. Make sure you catch my best angles, Anamika. And don’t be shy with the camera.” Before leaving, he took out his phone. “What’s your i********:? I need to check the photos you post of the team.” Anamika hesitated for a second but told him her username. Siddharth typed it quickly and followed her right there. His eyes stayed on her curves a little longer than necessary before he skated away. That night, Anamika was lying on her bed scrolling through her phone when a notification popped up. Siddharth Malhotra sent her a message on i********:. Siddharth: Hey new photographer. Check the photos you took today. You caught my body pretty well 😉 Which one is your favorite shot? Anamika’s heart beat faster. She opened the chat. Anamika: Thank you. I’ll edit and send the best ones tomorrow for the team page. Siddharth: Don’t be so formal, Anamika. Call me Sid. And tell me honestly… did you like what you saw during practice? My body… or something else? Anamika’s cheeks turned red. She pressed her thighs together without realizing. She typed back after a minute. Anamika: Sid, I’m just doing my job. Siddharth: Sure baby. But I saw the way you looked at me. Sleep well tonight, Anamika. Dream about those angles you liked so much. Tomorrow the locker room area is off limits for you… unless you want to see more than just photos. He sent a wink emoji. Anamika locked her phone and threw it aside, but her body felt hot. Her hand slowly moved down her stomach and stopped just above her panties. She was a little wet already. She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away, but Siddharth’s sweaty body and that dangerous smirk kept coming back in her mind.