Page 106 of Captured Love

“I mean it,” she continues. “Not everyone gets to pursue their dreams and keep the person they love by their side.”

I pull her a little closer as we continue to glide. “Are you saying you love me, Selene?”

She smirks. “After three years together, I’d hope so.”

“Well, that's good to know,” I say, kissing her cheek.

We skate in comfortable silence for another few laps, just enjoying each other's company. It feels good to just be on the ice with the love of my life, not having to worry about the pressures that come as a result of my career.

“Race you,” Selene suddenly says, shooting off like a rocket before I can even react.

“Hey!” I shout after her, laughing as it takes me maybe a split second to chase her.

She's fast, I'll give her that. Her form looks nearly perfect from where I am. I hold back just enough to let her think she has a chance, enjoying the sight of her determination and the way her hair flows behind her.

I can’t wait to have it clenched in my fists later while I’m fucking her.

“Come on, slowpoke!” she yells over her shoulder, her breath visible in the cold air.

I put on a burst of speed and close the gap between us. At the last moment she swerves, and I almost plow right into the boards. I manage to stop just in time, turning to see her laughing.

“Thought you had me there, didn't you?” she says, panting slightly.

I skate over to her slowly, stalking my prey if you will. “You know I could've smoked you if I wanted.”

“Sure,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me.

“But,” I add, stopping just inches from her, “it's more fun this way.”

She leans in as if to kiss me, then pulls back quickly. “One more lap. The finish line is where we entered the rink. Winner gets to live out one of their sexual fantasies.”

Before I can protest, she's off again. This time I don't hold back. I lower my body, digging into the ice with each stroke of my skates. All I can focus on is the finish line and Selene's figure cutting through the air ahead of me.

Halfway around the rink, I catch up and we're neck and neck. She glances at me with a mix of fear and excitement. I can tell she's giving it everything she's got. I'm torn. Part of me wants tolet her win just because I love seeing her so happy, but another part of me—the competitive part—wants that prize.

We cross the imaginary line together in a blur, both of us immediately trying to slow down without wiping out. Selene grabs onto the boards, and I do a quick stop that sends a spray of ice into the air.

“That was... wild,” she says between gasps for air.

I skate over to her, my heart pounding not just from the exertion but from the rush of the race. “Call it a tie?” I offer, extending my hand.

She takes it and pulls me closer. “A tie means we both win.”

“I can live with that,” I say, just before our lips meet in a kiss.

We break apart slowly. “So, which fantasy do you want to start with?”

Selene laughs, a sound that warms me more than any winter coat ever could. “Oh, we'll have to make a list. We have all night, after all.”

“All night?” I raise an eyebrow. “I thought you had a paper due tomorrow.”

She waves me off with a flick of her wrist. “It's done. You’re not the only who keeps surprises, Hockey Hottie.”

“Well, color me impressed,” I say, “You really are amazing, you know that?”

“I know. Now kiss me.”

I pull her to me and give her a kiss that could literally set the ice ablaze. Because there’s no way I could deny her. Ever.