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

like that, there was a muffled click and the message ended.
    “To repeat this message, press one,” the robotic voice said. “To delete it, press two.”
    I pressed one, and listened to it again. There was an intensity, an urgency to his voice that took my breath away and made my pulse race in my veins. I wondered just what he could have wanted to tell me and I wondered why he suddenly felt like he couldn’t continue.  
    It made no sense.  
    I desperately wished I knew his home number.  
    This was ridiculous.  
    I played the message a third time, then unclipped my bra, stepped out of my panties and got into my bed, shivering a little, feeling the coolness of the bedsheets against my naked body, wishing I had another warm body — his warm, naked body — to cling to.  
    I shut off my bedside light and lay there in the dark, my head spinning, Xander’s deep, intense, intoxicating, sonorous voice swirling around my brain, and once again I let my hands caress and explore my own body.  
    Almost instinctively, my fingertips moved to my breasts, my nipples stiffening as I toyed gently with them, and then I moved my touch down, over my stomach, towards the glistening, gooey wetness of my sex.  
    My clit was hard and throbbing already and I worked it in tight little circles, as I imagined Xander turning up at my door, out of breath, that same intense urgency in his eyes that I had heard just now in his voice.  
    I imagined tearing the clothes off him, uncovering his rippling, naked flesh beneath, slicked and hot with his own salty sweat, which I kissed and licked off him eagerly, working my face slowly down his toned stomach, his rock-hard abs, towards his hot thick cock, which I gripped and gently masturbated in both hands, before closing my mouth gently around it.  
    I’d never let a guy come in my mouth before, and for some reason, this was the fantasy I let play out as I brought myself to orgasm: I imagined working Xander’s shaft with my fingers, while keeping my lips clamped around his cock head, feeling it swell, hearing him groan with pleasure, and then, finally, feeling him spurt his hot, thick cum into my mouth.  
    Just as I imagined him filling up my mouth with his fluid, I came too with a muffled whimper, my pussy throbbing and clenching around my wet fingers.  
    A little later, as I began drifting towards a delicious sleep, another face suddenly entered my thoughts and I jolted back awake:  
    Just for a brief moment, I once again saw the burning eyes of that stranger in the white suit, the one who’d been staring at me in the wine bar. Who in the hell was he? And why was he looking at me that way?  

Chapter Nine
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    Swallowing My Pride

    I spent the following morning a complete bundle of nerves, waiting to see Xander, hoping that I would find out, finally, what his urgent, breathy answer phone message had been all about. But instead he seemed to be avoiding me. He’d strode straight past me first thing in the morning, giving me just the briefest, most businesslike of nods, and then, a few hours later on, he came bursting out of the office again in a hurry, talking away about complicated constructional matters on his cellphone.  
    That was all I’d seen of him.  
    Lunch came around and once again, I ate it sitting at my desk. Today, all I’d packed for myself was a granary health bar and a kid’s size juice box. Staring down at the meagre offerings, it was a far cry from our delicious lunch date earlier in the week, and I tried not to think about that juicy cheeseburger, in case it made my tummy rumble again.  
    I looked around me at the large open plan office; over at the other side of the big grey room, I could hear the muffled chatter of the other staff, working away at their computer terminals, and I realized with a pang of dismay that I’d still not really been introduced to anyone other than Xander.  
    All of a sudden, I felt like I was stranded out here on my own, bobbing away in the