Slip and Fall

Ivy is so preoccupied by the long dry spell in her love life that she doesn't pay enough attention to her surroundings. When a slip and fall on an ice-covered sidewalk causes her to collide with Sawyer, she's stunned by the instant attraction between them. And what started as a clumsy accident soon turns into the hottest unprotected encounter of her life...

Excerpt:
I tugged my hat down low as a gust of wind made the temperature drop further. It felt like my ears might snap off from the freezing cold. My feet slid along the ice as I struggled to keep my balance.

I really needed some new shoes.

With better soles. My job was just enough to pay for a what I needed for room and board and other university expenses, but not to cover other things. My shoes were ones I’d had since my freshman year and after three years, they were wearing out.

I reached what appeared to be a less iced-over patch and picked up my pace.

Hoping that the hot water in my apartment had been fixed, but it had been an issue since summer so it would probably take a miracle for it to be repaired now. A hot shower would go a long way to helping me thaw out from the winter weather.

Having a guy in my bed would work too, but that was just as unlikely to happen as that shower.

I’d broken up with my longtime boyfriend, Steve, more than two summers ago, when he’d thrown yet another fit about the fact that I had decided to stay and work near campus instead of coming home to cater to him. I could count on one hand the number of times he’d come to visit me, anyway, and since I’d moved away from home I’d cum far more with my shower head or my fingers than I had with him. Including the time before college.

It was just as well.

One of his other constant complaints had been the fact that we’d needed to use condoms when we fucked. Even though I had insurance through my parents, the pill wasn’t covered. And since he’d never given me enough warning as to when he was coming to visit in order for me to get on it—I couldn’t afford it the rest of the year—that meant we had to take the extra precautions.

There had also been no real promise of commitment. Meaning that he could, and likely had, fucked other girls during that same time. I had no idea how many other partners he’d had, nor if he’d been ‘safe’ with any of them.

I’d thrown myself into work and school after the breakup, filling my hours with anything and everything so I would have an excuse to avoid dating again.

It didn’t mean that I was able to shut off my desires completely. I still got horny on occasion, and my needs had only grown more intense the longer I went without a man.

And it tended to hit me at inconvenient times.

Like now, when I should have been concentrating on where I was going so I could get out of this damn cold as quickly as possible.