Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Corina’s face turned red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, y’all! Let’s skate! Aunt Corina, wait until you see Uncle Mitchell skate. He’s good!”
“Really?” Corina asked, her brows lifted.
With a smirk, I blew on my fingers and shined them on my chest. “Not to brag, but I did play a little hockey when I was younger.”
Making a face like she didn’t believe me, Corina said, “You don’t say.”
“I bet I can skate better than you.”
Shit. That came out before I actually thought about it. Corina had grown up in the north. I bet kids there ice skated all the time.
“I’ll take that bet, Mr. Parker.”
“Oh! What are y’all bettin’ on?” Chloe asked as she stepped onto the ice very carefully before she started skating. She was actually pretty good.
Corina tilted her head and gave me the sweetest smile I’d ever seen. What I wouldn’t give to see that smile every damn day…
“What are we betting on?” she asked.
“I’ll let you decide.”
“Okay. If I can skate better, you have to make me dinner.”
I stepped onto the ice and spun around. I had this in the bag. Corina’s eyes widened. “And if I win?”
Glancing to Chloe halfway down the rink, Corina looked at me. “I’ll share your bed with you again tonight.”
Now it was my turn to look surprised.
“Chloe’s not going to be there tonight,” I reminded her.
She let a sexy grin grow across her face. “I’m aware of that.”
That was all it took. I lost every ounce of coordination. I somehow tripped over my own feet and landed straight on my ass. And I didn’t even care because all I could think about was Corina in my bed. With no six-year-old niece between us. The thought of holding Corina in my arms made me go temporarily insane.
“Are you okay?” Corina asked, as she attempted not to laugh and failed.
“I’m fine!” I shouted, jumping up.
“You’re not starting off too well,” she said with a wink.
I stumbled again and looked down at the ice. “Jesus, when was the last time someone used the Zamboni on this ice?” I called to no one.
“Uncle Mitchell! You fell,” Chloe said as she skated up to me.
“There was something on the ice.”
“Your Uncle Mitchell was just about to show me how great he can skate,” Corina said.
Chloe started clapping and calling my name.
Pointing to my niece, I smiled. “I have my own little fan club.”
Corina rolled her eyes and motioned for me to skate. With a little spin, I took off around the rink, going as fast as I safely could. There weren’t a whole lot of people skating, but there were enough that I couldn’t go full speed. Corina got the picture.
As I circled around, I turned to the side and shot ice at Corina. Chloe laughed, but Corina gave me a dirty look.
“I guess it’s my turn,” she said, chewing on her lip. Oh, yeah. She was nervous now.
“Looks like I’m going to have a warm bed tonight,” I said.
“How come?” Chloe asked.
Staring at her, I tried to think of an answer but Corina beat me to it.
“He’s already cold and thinking of all the ways he can heat up his sheets!”
My dick jumped at the thoughts Corina had just placed in my head.
“In the dryer,” she added on quickly
With a smirk, I replied, “We’ll see about that. Now show us what you got.”
The second she flashed me that smile I knew I had been played by a master. Corina Miller knew how to skate.
She took off and skated perfectly.
“She’s good.” Chloe gasped. “I think you lost your bet, Uncle Mitchell.”
With a smile, I nodded. “Maybe.”
Corina made her way to the middle of the rink. Picking up a bit of speed, she did some kind of double salchow, fancy jump, spin thing.
“Yep. You for sure lost,” Chloe said.
I put my hand on her head and ruffled her hair. “I’ve been tricked!”
With a sweet giggle, Chloe nodded and skated over to Corina. I watched as Corina took my niece’s hands, and they skated in a circle. I loved seeing Chloe laughing and having so much fun. Skating my way over to them, I shook my head. Corina wore a huge, shit-eating grin.
“You sly little thing,” I said.
She half shrugged. “I like Italian food, by the way.”
Laughing, I held up my hands in defeat. “Italian it is.”
By the end of our skating session, Chloe had learned how to do a few little spins that Corina had taught her.
We sat on the bench and took off our skates. “So…how do you know how to skate?”
With a chuckle, Corina lifted her shoulders and gave me that sweet innocent smile. “Lessons from the age of two to sixteen.”
My head dropped forward, and I sighed. “You did play me!”
“What does that mean, Uncle Mitchell?”
I grabbed Chloe and pulled her onto my lap as she let out a small laugh. “It means she tricked me into thinking she couldn’t skate, but she knew all along she could skate better than me.”