Free Fire & Ice ~ The Drake Legacy: Book One by Kari Wray Page A

shudder of surprise that my clit was swollen hard and my pussy lips were soaking wet with my juices.  

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    Back out in the lobby, I registered that Ice Man (that’s what I’d begun to call him in my head) had gone with a little sigh of relief. I made my way back towards the main doors, looking forward to seeing Xander again and hoping that that bitch, Kelly, was long gone. But as I almost reached the doors, my eye was drawn to something on the plush red carpet.  
    I stopped in my tracks.  
    There it was again: that bright white business card that I’d dropped, right in front of Ice Man’s smug, stupid face.  
    I decided to pick it up, just to find out what his real name was. So I plucked the card up from the carpet and raised it in curiosity to my face:  

    Caleb D. Marchand
    CEO, Ignis Incorporated

    I was about to let the card drop once more to the ground, when I looked up and saw that Xander was only a few feet away from me, heading straight towards me. For some reason, in that split-second moment, I just couldn’t face the idea of explaining that a strange man had given me his card (and all the related hoo-ha that went along with it; all that junk about him staring at me in the bar, etc., etc.)   so instead, more out of instinct than considered thought, I turned away from him and quickly slipped the card the first place I could think of to get it out of sight: inside one of the flimsy satin cups of my bra.  
    Then I quickly turned back towards him, just as my fingers came back away from my breast, and I smiled, sheepishly and explained, “Just making a few minor adjustments!”  
    He laughed at this and thankfully that was the last of that.  
    “Sorry about Kelly back there,” Xander explained.  
    “What do you mean?” I said. “She was nice.”
    “She was a bitch,” he replied. “As always. She's my brother's wife. Always loves making snarky little comments to me … But that’s a long and complicated story that I really don’t want to get into right now. Tonight’s supposed to be about fun, not complaining about family troubles …”
    It was odd that he’d talked about his brother, I thought. Didn’t he say that his brother was dead ? But if so, then why didn’t he call Kelly his brothers widow instead of wife?  
    I shook the doubts from my head, wanting now to start enjoying the evening with him.  
    “Another flute of champagne, sir?” I asked in my best cut-glass English accent.  
    Xander grinned and nodded.

Chapter Thirteen
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    Tasting Velvet

    By the end of the evening, we were both so drunk, we positively fell into the cab and it was only after a few moments that I realized that we were snuggling rather close together and also where we were heading: for Xander’s apartment. At this realization, I kind of sobered up.  
    Were things moving perhaps a little too fast? I mean, we still hadn’t kissed. The most we’d shared so far were a few flirtatious jokes and a few quick squeezes of the arm, often while Xander tried his best to charm prospective investors.  
    I could tell that he was glad to finally be out of there, and I leant in even closer to him, and whispered, “You were magnificent tonight.”
    “Oh get away,” he slurred.  
    “It’s true!” I persisted. “The way you had everyone in the palm of your hand. They all admire you, and I can see why. It’s because you’re a kind man and you work so very hard …”
    When I turned to face him fully, I realized that he was leaning in even closer towards me, his lips only inches from mine, and I knew in that instant that we were about to kiss.  
    I took a final breath, then felt his white hot lips against mine. His tongue urgently pushed its way into my mouth and I felt myself melting against him, throwing my arm feverishly around his neck, pressing myself, my whole yearning body, up against him, while his hand lightly grazed the inside of my thigh sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through my trembling