Ice Hard by Tracy Goodwin

Author:Tracy Goodwin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2019-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Nick

I’ll never look at a desk the same way again. What was once a functional piece of furniture is now the prop for my most wicked, naughty sex dream ever, in view of the fact that no actual sex took place. Not that I didn’t want to fuck Camille. No, I did. It took every ounce of self-restraint for me not to. Having sex in a study—or was it an office?—at my best friend’s wedding reception would be tacky. Even if I was in physical pain from wanting said sex. Especially when Camille looked so beautiful, so hot, so erotic.

That woman is a fucking goddess.

Thank God I’m sitting at a table, because the mere memory of Camille, lying on that desk with her legs spread wide, still makes me hard. I swear I can still taste her, making me harder still. To say I can’t wait for us to finish what we started would be the biggest understatement in the history of man.

I scan the reception hall looking for Cami and find her debating something with Thor. He’s placed his head in his hands and is shaking it back and forth. Not good. I grab my cell and text Camille, asking what’s going on.

She reaches into her small clutch that’s the same color as her dress, reads her cell screen, and smiles. After a bit of typing, my phone vibrates. I explained to Thor that Loki is more my type. I mean Tom Hiddleston. HELLO! We are now debating how the Black Widow will always be more badass than Thor because she never had powers, isn’t the god of thunder, yet she still kicked serious ass since the first Iron Man 2. Thor, your Thor, doesn’t agree with me.

I laugh out loud. Only my date would be debating the Avengers with Theo Ture, the most devoted Marvel fan I know. From the look on Thor’s face, he’s speechless. My cell vibrates again. I just won our debate. I may have bruised Thor’s ego. Sorry about that, but the Black Widow rules.

My eyes find Camille. She winks at me as the wedding planner, who I’ve been referring to as “the perky blonde with an iron fist,” crosses the room and taps her watch. Right. It’s time for Becca’s toast, then mine, followed by dancing, cake, and Camille. There’s way too much ahead of us and I’m already impatient.

Becca Aimes, Serena’s best friend, rises, and the crowd grows silent. Her bronze gown matches her hair. She shines bright, especially her eyes. I think she may cry.

“Serena, you and I have experienced our share of heartbreak and happiness. No one deserves unbridled bliss more than you. To say that I’m thrilled to welcome Chris into our chaotic group of family and friends is an understatement. I love you, S. And I love you, Chris. For treasuring my best friend and for loving her the way you do. No one deserves it more than Serena.” Becca wipes a tear from her cheek and raises her champagne glass.

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