On Thin Ice (Sexy As Sin)

Chapter 1

I extended my right arm and glided backward along the ice rink. My heart leaped into my throat as I bent my leg, preparing to make the jump.

It wasn’t my first time doing a triple axel. I was landing quads too, for God’s sake. And yet, every time I felt his eyes lingering on me, my head was flooded with forbidden thoughts, and my focus shifted to naughty fantasies.

I drew my arms in tight and kicked off, launching myself into the air.

One. Two. Three.

The impact spasmed through my body as my skate touched the ice again. My pulse pounded, and I instinctively glanced at my coach, Bryce. Damn, that wasn’t a good idea. Lust shot through me the moment I met his hazel eyes, and despite my attempts to conceal it, I was sure he knew.

Well, truth be told, he had probably noticed the effect he had on me the first time we met a few months ago. And it wasn’t as if my filthy thoughts were hard to guess, given how shamelessly I’d flirted with him so many times.

Last year, after I turned nineteen, my former coach dropped me. She said she wasn’t experienced enough to train someone my age for the Olympics and recommended a few other coaches.

When she suggested I work with Bryce, my mind spun. He was the best, and almost all of his athletes had won the Olympics. Training under him was a dream come true, but I never thought he would agree, since he usually worked only with skaters in their mid-to-late twenties.

Still, when a woman on his team decided to retire and switch careers, he suddenly had an open spot. With my former coach’s help, I shot my shot. And now, here I was.

What I didn’t expect, though, was the effect he had on me.

I’d seen pictures of him before, watched interviews, and I knew he was hot as sin. But I never imagined just how devastatingly attractive he was in real life.

God, when we met, it felt like I’d been struck by lightning.

Bryce was in his mid-fifties and the hottest silver fox I’d ever seen. Like ... sinfully hot. With that perfect blend of salt and pepper in his hair and beard, and the body of a former athlete, one who clearly spent a lot of time on the ice and in the gym, he was the fucking definition of illegally handsome.

But what made lust dance through my veins wasn’t just the way he looked. It was his confidence. That mix of authority and control he exuded every time he spoke.

I was usually bold, but every time he so much as glanced at me, my heart pounded, and my body buzzed in ways I had never felt before.

And I was sure he was attracted to me, too.

I saw it in his eyes every time his gaze lingered on me a little too long, and in the way he “accidentally” touched me a few times, setting my skin on fire and making my inner slut perk up.

I was used to guys hitting on me all the time, but I had never been interested in any of them. I always pushed them away.

But with Bryce?

God, I wanted so much more.

And yet, despite all the glances, the flirting, and all the fleeting touches, he kept things annoyingly professional.

Of course he did. Why would he risk his reputation for a quick fuck with his new skater?

Not to mention, even if he did make a move, I had no idea if I could satisfy him.

Given his age and how ridiculously good-looking he was, I bet he had a lot of women. Definitely more mature and experienced than I was.

I’m still a virgin, for fuck’s sake!

And yet, that didn’t stop me from acting like a little slut every time he was around.

“It was good, Livia,” Bryce said, pulling me from my thoughts. “But tighten your core before takeoff. It’ll help with your speed.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Gliding along the ice rink, I prepared to repeat the triple axel. Feeling his eyes on me, I couldn’t hold myself from bending and stretching, pretending to warm up. My body flushed as I glanced over my shoulder and caught him staring at my wiggling ass.

Oh, yes!

I’d been flirting and teasing him since the day we met, but no matter how obvious my dirty little wishes were, Bryce ignored them and focused on my skating. Which I appreciated, since my movements had definitely become more fluid and precise since we started working together, but damn it, what would it take to get his hands on me?

God, I’m losing my mind...

I needed to focus on the upcoming Olympics. There were only a few days left before the biggest competition of my life, and yet all I could think about was fucking my coach.

“Push harder into your edges,” Bryce ordered me.

Oh, fuck!

He used that voice. Stern. Confident. Just a little bit seductive.

Liquid fire dampened my panties, and I silently thanked the universe for wearing black tights, and not the usual flashy dresses I wore during the competitions. Otherwise, there’d be no way in hell he wouldn’t notice just how wet I was.

And yet ... would it really be that bad if he did? After all, I wasn’t exactly hiding the fact that I wanted him. He just didn’t know how much.

And he definitely didn’t know that I had used my toys while daydreaming about him more than once, imagining it was his cock stretching me, filling me, ruining me instead of my dildo.

My cheeks burned as I wondered, for the hundredth time, how hung he was. I’d seen his bulge a few times, and if I had to guess, he was big. But how big? Would he fit inside me? And what would he look like completely naked? How would he sound moaning my name?

Fuck. I need to focus.

Shaking my head, I spiraled along the ice, picking up speed. I heard Bryce instructing me to do a triple axel into a quadruple toe loop, followed by a Biellmann spin,along with all the choreographed steps. That mix was my signature movement, the one that had also brought me first place at the Four Continents Championship.

It was also a mix that always gave me confidence, making me feel sexy and desired.I couldn’t exactly point out why, but the mix of elegance and power in each gesture I made during this combo, the way I looked and how in control I felt while doing them, always empowered me.

Everything blurred around me as I let my body and muscles take control. I felt the ice glide beneath my skates as I launched myself into the jumps. The world ceased to exist as I counted the rotations in my mind. The impact reverberated through me as I arched and began to spin elegantly.

As I began my choreographed steps, undulating my body and letting my long, blonde hair swirl around me, I asked myself if he was looking at me. Not as a coach, but as a man.

Making the final, fluid, languorous movement, I froze in the middle of the rink in my final pose. My eyes instinctively shot to him, and despite how quickly he composed himself, I caught a glimpse of the lust written all over his face.

“Very good, Livia,” he praised me, his words making the warmth in my lower belly spread. “We’re done for today. You should rest for the rest of the day. Tomorrow morning we have a long flight.”

I skated toward him and stepped off the ice.

“Thank you.”

He helped me take off my skates, and as soon as I felt his hand on my body, supporting me, fire blazed through my insides. I smiled and leaned into him a little more than necessary, savoring the moment as much as I could.

“I’ll go take a shower and after that, we’re free to go,” I said, looking at him through my eyelashes. “You know, if you want, you can join me.”

My face burned as those words left my lips. Fuck, I couldn’t believe I told him that! He raised his brows, and he seemed as surprised as I was. Oh, God, what might he think about me now?

I mean, we’d flirted, and he was more than likely used to having women fawning all over him and hitting on him, but damn, I might have been a little too direct. He was my coach. His reputation would be ruined if people learned he fucked his skater.

God, what if I pushed the limits so much that he’ll change his mind about training me? Does he see me now as a whore?

Bryce narrowed his eyes while studying my face with something that looked like stern curiosity. The silence seemed to prolong into an eternity. My heart beat faster and stopped at the same time as I stared at him, waiting for his reaction.

Fuck! I messed this up bad!

And then he smirked.

“Careful, Livia. I might be tempted to accept the offer.”

Oh, fuck!

Liquid hotness darted through me and my pussy clenched. My body hummed as I returned the smile. Okay, I was doing this. I knew I was pushing things hard, but I’d already said too much to let fear of rejection stop me now. And he obviously wanted me. Right?

Okay, it’s time for my inner confident slut to take the reins!

I looked into Bryce’s eyes and let my palms move along his chest. He didn’t stop me, so I took that as encouragement to continue my dirty game. I felt his muscles jumping under my fingers as I caressed him, and more waves of warmth coursed through me as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Well, I’ll wait for you,” I said, allowing my voice to drip with seductiveness.

With that, I turned around and sashayed toward the changerooms. Now all I hoped for was for him to join me.