Ice Hot

by Gina Hollands

  Table of Contents

  Ice Hot

  Publication Information

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  About the Author

  Also Available

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  Thank You

  Ice Hot

  by

  Gina Hollands

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Ice Hot

  COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Gina Hollands

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Cover Art by Diana Carlile

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  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2018

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2240-7

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  For my BFF, Saz,

  who will tirelessly read everything I write.

  Chapter One

  Sophie Reece’s heart leapt in her chest. She never imagined she’d set eyes on him again. The thought was too humiliating and painful. Yet, there was no doubt only feet away was the man she spent the night with three months ago.

  When the translation company requested she take on the three-day assignment to accompany, as they put it, a demanding businessman to Iceland, it hadn’t entered her head the man she’d be working with could be him. But there he was. Daniel Balderas. As brooding and handsome as she remembered, he sat nonchalantly in the VIP departure lounge of London City Airport.

  A nervous frisson washed over her. Or was it excitement? What if he recognized her? What if he didn’t? Sophie couldn’t decide which was worse, but she did know he wouldn’t take kindly to a woman who had treated him like she had.

  He wouldn’t recognize her. It was impossible. The night she met him she looked entirely different. Reeling from finding out her fiancé was cheating, she had made an effort to dress up and gone out with her sister on a mission to have some fun. With Daniel Balderas, she found it.

  That was a million miles away from the bare-faced, ponytailed girl she was today. In her conservative gray blazer, white shirt, and knee-length skirt, she couldn’t look less like the city party girl he met that night. Besides, a man like Daniel Balderas had to have his pick of women. Her stomach sank. The few hours they spent together, however memorable they’d been for her, probably meant nothing to him.

  “Concentrate on the job, Sophie,” she muttered under her breath. “This could be the most challenging assignment of your career. He won’t even remember you.” She straightened, rolled back her shoulders, and walked toward him, ponytail swinging in a way she hoped showed more confidence than she felt.

  His head was bowed toward the newspaper in his lap. His shoulders were broad, his legs long and lean, and from his thick, jet-black hair and olive skin, it was clear Daniel Balderas had Mediterranean blood pumping through his veins.

  Sensing he had company, he looked up from his newspaper. She held her breath, searching his face for signs of recognition. There were none. Despite hoping he wouldn’t remember her, disappointment crushed her ribcage.

  “Can I help you?” His rich Spanish tones melted her insides, just as it had at their first meeting.

  Suddenly, she felt dizzy. She hoped she wouldn’t fall for him all over again but couldn’t deny his intense physical allure. It had stirred the sleeping tigress within her the first-time round, and if the way she was feeling now was anything to go by, she was going to have a hard time resisting him again.

  Unable to steal her eyes away from his full mouth, she imagined nestling her ass into his lap, wrapping her arms around his wide shoulders, and kissing those inviting lips—

  “Can I help you?” Daniel repeated.

  She snapped out of her fantasy and saw he was looking at her with a raised eyebrow and a half-smile.

  “Hello Mr. Balderas. I’m Sophie Reece, your interpreter for Reykjavik.”

  He narrowed his dark eyes, and she felt strangely naked under his gaze. Was this it—game over? Had he recognized her? Sophie feared he would call the agency straightaway and have her fired. Could you have someone fired for running out on you after a one-night stand? She wasn’t sure but didn’t fancy her chances against one of the world’s most prominent businessmen.

  Finally, he stood up. Determined to prove she wasn’t easily intimidated, she tipped her head back and held his stare. At almost a foot shorter, her face was in line with his chest.

  “Hello, Miss Reece,” he said, greeting her with a firm, no-nonsense handshake. “Excuse my confusion. I was expecting my usual interpreter.”

  “Sylvie’s been taken ill, but I assure you I speak fluently all six of the languages you require for your meeting. I can show you references if you like.”

  She began to rummage in her handbag for the documents but stopped when he took a step toward her. His forehead was knitted in a frown, and she thought, for one devastating moment, the penny had dropped. He was so close she could read the designer name imprinted on his shirt buttons.

  He’s going to kiss me.

  The prospect of those luscious lips brushing hers sent a thrill down her spine. She swallowed, dropped her eyelids, and waited for their lips to touch. A loud shrill ring from his mobile phone made her jump. The moment was shattered.

  “No need for references, Miss Reece,” he said. “I have no doubt you’re more than capable of doing the job.” He took the ringing phone from his jacket pocket. “Excuse me.”

  He swiped the screen to accept the call and walked away.

  ****

  Daniel ended the call and looked at the young interpreter sitting across from him in the airport’s private lounge. He drank in the smooth curve of her thigh, then allowed his gaze to move up her body to the V neck of her blouse. Honey brown tendrils, which had escaped her ponytail, teased her concealed cleavage, taunting him with their proximity to her rounded, pert breasts. He could just about make out their tantalizing shape beneath the starched white cotton. Sex couldn’t be further from his mind when he was accompanied on business deals with his usual stern-faced interpreter, Sylvie Schuster. But with Sophie Reece on the other hand…

  He hadn’t recognized her immediately. Suited and with hair up, she didn’t paint the same come-get-me picture she had that night in the bar. Her skin-tight minidress, killer heels, and painted mouth had appealed to his carnal side. She wasn’t a cock-tease, though, and made no secret what she wanted from him. It had been a long day, and he intended to grab a quick nightcap in his hotel bar before retiring to his room. But then Sophie turned up, all siren-lipped, smokey-eyed, and with shapely legs he could imagine wrapped around his back, and his plans took a detour. Even better, she had no idea who he was.

  The memory of their night together—enveloping her naked feminine body in his embrace, tasting her, exploring her, and finally finding relief between her soft thighs—caused an increasing hardness between his legs.

  He watched her lick the cappuccino froth from her spoon. It was so unintentionally seductive that his testosterone levels instantly shot up. He hadn’t believed her story about who she was and how she came to be at his hotel that night. But the fantasy she creat
ed made him more intent on knowing her real identity. Unleashing her passion had brought at least some sincerity from her. The bedroom was no place for lies, and in making love to her, he had revealed at least some truth. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  The last thing he needed was complications during this trip. It was an important one that could mean stratospheric success for Balderas Enterprises. It was too late to request a different interpreter. He’d have to make do with the only woman who’d ever run out on him. The question was, why had she?

  ****

  Sophie didn’t dare sit next to Daniel in the private jet for fear her body’s reaction to him would render her incapable of rational thought. She chose the chair facing him instead. She reached for her seatbelt and caught a hint of his cologne—woody and manly. It made her want to grab him by his collar, press her face into his neck, and inhale the full scent of his masculinity.

  She closed her eyes and sighed. Despite her attempts to keep away from him, her body was winning the fight against her mind and, unless Daniel sated her, she wasn’t going to be able to think clearly at all.

  Pictures from their night together flashed through her mind and sent a surge of heat between her legs, followed by an instant wave of guilt for how she had treated him afterward. The beep of her mobile phone provided a welcome distraction.

  “You need to switch it off now,” Daniel said. “We’re about to take off.” He glanced up from the meeting agenda he’d been trying to study, an almost impossible task, given he was inches away from the woman he wanted to possess.

  She was smiling at a text message on her phone, her green eyes glinting. A boyfriend? The thought triggered an irritating pain in his temples.

  “Coffee, sir?”

  The voice of the flight attendant wrenched his attention from Sophie. “Espresso please, and a cappuccino for my colleague.”

  The attractive blonde attendant lingered. She looked at him from beneath her lashes and flicked her hair over her shoulder. He was used to beautiful women flirting with him, especially when they knew who he was. There was nothing less of a turn-on than being wanted because of your bank account. He turned his head away from her, and she retreated back down the short aisle.

  “Thank you,” Sophie said to the unsmiling attendant when she returned with their drinks.

  Daniel accepted his coffee with a nod and made it clear they weren’t to be disturbed during the flight. The attendant gave a tight-lipped smile, retreated to the crew area, and closed the door behind her.

  “I think she likes you,” Sophie said.

  “She doesn’t know me,” he replied, keeping his gaze out of the window as the Lear jet began to roll down the runway.

  To make herself heard over the roar of the engine, Sophie leaned forward in her chair toward him. “Perhaps if you looked at her, you might quite like her, too. She’s beautiful.”

  Feisty, he thought, impressed at Sophie’s perseverance to engage him in conversation. He liked that, a bold woman, not a pushover who said what she thought he wanted to hear.

  “I come across a lot of women who appear to like me, many of them very beautiful.” He turned to face her, a black curl falling over his forehead as he did so. “This one is no different. She sees my money and power, and she wants a piece of the high life.” He leaned forward in his seat toward her, mirroring her position. “I want nothing from her other than a shot of espresso.”

  He searched her eyes for answers. Did she still want him like she had the first time? She flushed and looked away. It gave him all the answers he needed.

  “I see what you want, Sophie.” He recognized the primitive need behind those big, green eyes. It was the same look that had driven him wild when he’d taken her to his bed three months earlier. He edged closer, so he was almost touching her. “And I’ll give it to you with pleasure.”

  His confidence irritated and excited Sophie at the same time. She hated him recognizing the desire that rippled through her but wanted him all the more for it. He placed his hand on the inside of her thigh. The nerve endings beneath her skin triggered a domino effect of sexual excitement, settling at a place far higher than his touch and causing a beautiful surge of warmth between her legs. Moisture trickled into her underwear, and she tensed her thigh muscles to stop herself squirming from the pleasure.

  His touch weakened her, and she was quickly losing the willpower to prevent him from going any further. She should stop him. Having sex with a client could wreck her career, and she needed this job—now more than ever. His hand moved higher up her thigh. She opened her mouth to object, but no sound came out. If she didn’t stop him soon, she wouldn’t have the control to stop him at all.

  The pads of his fingers caressed her inner leg in a light tickle, so delicious she gasped. “We can’t,” she tried to say, but the words came out in a breathy whisper, more like a moan of appreciation.

  He reached the tops of her thighs, over her garters, and gently stroked her most intimate area through the thin fabric of her panties. His touch was so slight that Sophie wasn’t sure whether he was actually making contact with her body or she was just willing him to.

  “Open your legs for me, Sophie,” he ordered, quietly.

  Those words would normally have embarrassed her, but coming from him, they didn’t. Instead, they made her conscious of how powerful her own femininity was, a power that turned her on all the more. His fingers teased at her most sensitive parts, and feeling her increased wetness, he gave a sexy half-smile, as if reveling in the secret knowledge of what he was going to do next.

  The plane left the runway, forcing her back in her seat. He knelt in front of her, eased her thighs apart, and peeled her underwear to the side. Teasing her, almost to the point of torture, his tongue licked the sides of her sex, causing her to writhe against the smooth, cold leather of the seat.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please, Daniel.” Her words sounded foreign to her. The Sophie Reece she knew would never have been so abandoned as to plead with a man to drive her to the brink of sexual pleasure. But she felt like a wild lioness, uninhibited and unrestrained, like she’d deserted her conservative self just to reach that cusp of ultimate bliss.

  At last, he obliged her pleas. He ran his tongue slowly over her opening, and relished her moistness, before rolling the tip of his tongue up to her slit, swollen with arousal. He circled it tantalizingly before finally massaging its sensitive tip. Again and again, he lapped at the very center of her femininity until the sensation of his rough, wet tongue, together with the low, deep vibrations of the plane engine, sent her to the edge of ecstasy. She arched her back and groaned as surges of pleasure jolted through her, over and over. When the long, fulfilling orgasm finally subsided, it left her panting and breathless.

  Daniel felt her womanly crest pulsate as she reached climax, and with it, an overwhelming urgency to be inside her increased. Unleashing her sexual desire had heightened his lust for her all the more, and his erection threatened to burst out of his trousers if he didn’t find release soon.

  “Take off your clothes.” He forced his voice to remain controlled as he took in the beautiful woman before him. Her cheeks and lips had turned deep pink from arousal, and the sight of her, with sexy, disheveled hair and her skirt pushed up to her waist, made his heart race. He bit back an animal instinct to rip her clothes from her body and, instead, waited patiently.

  Sophie, her sex still on fire, obliged in sensual silence. She felt intoxicated, out of control, as if her conservative self had evaporated, taking all her inhibitions with it and leaving behind a red-blooded woman with an urgent need to feel Daniel Balderas push deep and hard inside her.

  Holding his gaze in a way she found wildly erotic, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. Then she reached round to unclip her bra and discarded it on the seat beside her.

  She watched Daniel’s eyes lower. He didn’t even try to hide his admiration for her bare breasts. Under his scrutiny, they grew fu
ller and firmer than normal and ached for his touch.

  She stood and walked toward him, her breasts at his eye level. She placed a hand across her chest and, in turn, stroked both of her enlarged, erect nipples. His eyes widened slightly, and he moistened his lips. She didn’t let him take her nipples in his mouth. Not yet. Instead, she wriggled out of her skirt and stood before him, naked apart from white lace panties.

  Growling with impatience, he reached over to finish the job for her. With a firm, practiced hand, he rolled her panties down her legs, allowing them to fall onto the tops of her feet.

  Her nakedness compared with his stark formality—fully clothed in his sharp suit—made her catch her breath. Two hours ago, the thought of being in this situation would have horrified her, but now, as she stood in front of him, without a scrap of clothing, she felt wonderfully wanton. Exposed, yes, but also aroused. More aroused than ever before.

  She caught a glimpse of his engorged cock pressing firmly against the crotch of his trousers. The fire between her legs burned hotter as she wondered what it would feel like to have him thrust deep inside her. The waiting was almost unbearable. “Touch me, Daniel. Please. Touch me.”

  On hearing those breathy words begging him to sate her, Daniel grasped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her womanly body toward him so that she was positioned between his thighs. Still seated, he pressed his mouth to her nipple, sucking urgently, hungrily on the hardened, pink peak.

  Without taking his mouth from her body, he unfastened his belt, slid down his fly, and freed himself from his trousers. He released her nipple from between his lips and gave it a teasing flick of his tongue before he guided her up his lap where his freed cock stood in wait for her to relieve its screaming ache.

  He held her at his end, using her moist and matted mound as a tease to stimulate himself. Her hair was coarse, and it scratched his sensitive tip. Pain and pleasure melted instantly and beautifully into one. His heart quickened, banging hard and fast in his chest. He grasped the base of his dick and rubbed it along her folds where her sex was as its hottest and wettest.