Spicy Chapters Icebreaker Novels & Stories

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

NOVA I swallow hard, picturing a plate of spicy ramen. The kind that is loaded with chili oil, different kinds of peppers, garlic, and that deep, rich broth that burns in the best way. The kind that makes your lips tingle and your body warm from the inside out. The kind you can't stop eating even when it's too hot. I start salivating. My thighs press together harder. Marcellus must feel it because his fingers flex against my skin.

Maren nodded, totally agreeing with it. After finalizing the business plan, we went to our favorite slider spot. The first bite of spicy chorizo brought tears. Maren teased me if it was that good. I smiled without replying. Since meeting Gideon, I had avoided bold flavors like this.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3 𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒~~ 𝑖𝑣𝑦𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 Sophia

“Join us. Viki and I are in the middle of reading alien barbarian smut. The males have spurs.” “What’s a spur?” I ask, confused. “That’s what I asked,” Jeremy chuckles. Viki and Sarah laugh, making me even more confused. “Well, I guess I should let you finish your book,” I awkwardly say while running my hand up and down my arm. Viki puts the Kindle to the side. “Is something the matter?” I look at Jeremy, who getting the hint that I want to talk to the girls alone, says to me, “I will be in the kitchen, making tacos. I hope you are joining us for dinner.”

Oh crap. Instead of water, my glass was filled with a frozen solid block of ice. I put the glass back on the table and started fanning my mouth. Clifford noticed, picked up his glass and held it to my mouth. I breathed out a sigh of relief as the cool liquid quenched out the heat. When he finally withdrew the glass, everyone at the table was staring at me, with the exception of Marion, whose glare could possibly burn a hole through my head. "Errm..." I wiped my mouth a tissue. "I'm... I'm sorry about that. I've never had anything this spicy in my life. Kinda burned my tongue."

“So… SPICY is it? Just that?” Bree tilted her head, smirking. “Girl, you can’t just stop at SPICY. That’s cute, but we need something… sexy. Something that makes people curious keeps them wanting more.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sexy, huh? Like what?” Bree’s fingers drummed against the table as she thought. Then her eyes lit up. “Spicy… Temptation! That’s it. It’s mysterious, alluring… it screams ‘look at me’ without giving it all away.”

After ordering the props I needed, I turned off the screen. Tomorrow I'd be gone from Conrad Lennon's life exactly as planned. I turned around and suddenly found myself looking into his charming, smiling eyes. He'd waited outside long enough for the smell of nicotine to fade, then warmed up to the room temperature before carefully slipping his arms around me from behind. "Why are you still up?" he asked. Conrad's familiar warmth melted into mine. His arms should have been my refuge, but all I felt was a cold stab of bitterness in my chest.

When Venus or one of the men are around, she tends to say a few words to me for their sake. But now, with Chadley as the only eyes besides the two of us, there is no false Wisp. What she hopes to do has the opposite effect on me because I prefer the bitchy, but real Wisp any day over the false one. I take the beer to the two men watching sports and It isn't long that I join in with Chadley getting the bar ready for the mother chapter. *** "I'm sorry, Okay." I grab a glass and start drying it up, mindful of the big biker standing just a few feet away. It's now closing on eight and we’ve just finished with dinner which was from a fast food restaurant called Meaty pizza and doughnuts.

Patricia hurriedly handed Hunter a skewer: "Quick, have a taste. You always said the chili here wasn't spicy enough. I ordered it extra hot today; see if this heat level does the trick? If it's not enough, we can ask the boss to add more spice." Spicy? A twitch played at the corner of Hunter's mouth as his hand trembled, taking the grilled skewer but he dared not take a bite. Seeing him not eating, Patricia asked in puzzlement, "Why aren't you eating? Hurry up, it won't taste good once it's cold." A bead of cold sweat slid down Hunter's forehead. Like a soldier facing his doom, he made a major resolution and bit into the skewer, immediately breaking out into a profuse sweat.