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Her mouth opened in shock, but she quickly shut it. A zing of pleasure ran through me.

She tried to return my hand to where it had been. I gave her thigh a squeeze but left it there, refusing to move. She glared straight ahead, lips set in a firm line, nostrils flaring. Oh, she was pissed. It was actually kind of cute.

At least until she stood, water gliding down her skin. Her bra was plastered to her breasts. Nipples hard, begging for my touch. She took a seat on the edge of the hot tub, crossing her legs with a pleased look that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. She might not be looking at me, but the haughty expression on her face was definitely meant for me.

But as much as I was enjoying the view, so was everyone else. I clenched my fists, my jaw set.

Before I could figure out how to retaliate, the woman with the headset was whispering something to Cece. Cece grinned then urged us all to stand. “Come. I have a surprise!”

Fuck. I pressed on my cock beneath the water, willing my erection to go down. Logan smirked, grabbing a towel from a nearby pile. She took her sweet-ass time, drying herself off before finally, finally wrapping it around her.

Thank fuck.

I lingered in the hot tub, trying to determine whether it was dark enough to hide my hard-on. Finally, when everyone’s back was turned to me, I grabbed a towel from the stack and hastily wrapped it around my waist.

Logan had hung back, and I pulled her to me, rasping, “My patience is wearing thin.”

“Good.” She grinned, her attention focused ahead. “Now you know how I feel.”

Everyone gathered around Cece, who took her place beside a large object covered in blue cloth. I wondered what was possibly beneath it, but then she yanked the cover off to reveal…

I tilted my head. What the…

Maybe I wasn’t seeing things clearly. Maybe I’d had more alcohol than I’d realized. But when I turned to Logan, she was covering her mouth as if to hold in her laughter.

Cece’s eyes widened when she turned her attention to the ice sculpture. “Oh wow. This is…” She opened and closed her mouth a few times, and I couldn’t get a read on her. “This is not what I ordered.”

“What did you order?” Georgia asked, her cheeks turning pink from repressed laughter.

“An ice hockey player holding a hockey stick, not…” Cece trailed off.

“A giant naked man holding his dick,” Boone offered.

Logan’s shoulders shook with laughter, and I placed my hand on her lower back. Her cheeks were glowing. She was gorgeous.

“Clearly,” the event planner jumped in, “there was some miscommunication.” She gestured at the ice sculpture, though she seemed unable to actually look at it.

Boone walked around to the backside of the sculpture, nodding as he went. “They did a good job capturing my likeness,” he said, admiring the artistry. He could be such an ass, but I was pretty sure he was trying to make light of it so Cece wouldn’t feel awkward. “Though I don’t understand why there’s a hole back here.”

“Asshole,” one of the guys called.

“No. Come look at this. It’s too high to be my ass.” And then Boone peered through the side of the sculpture, his face distorted. “Oh shit.” He laughed. “No fucking way. Someone give me a bottle of tequila.” He held out his hand, and a waiter promptly complied.

“The hell are you doing?” Zayn asked.

“Go stand at the tip of his dick,” Boone said, completely serious. “And open your mouth.”

Zayn shoved him. “Fuck off.”

“I’m serious,” Boone said. “I need someone to stand in front of the dick with their mouth open.”

This has to be a prank.

“And I thought I threw epic parties,” Cece said from beside Logan. “I think I need to meet whoever dreamed up something like this.”

Logan laughed. “Of course you would say that.”

“It makes me think I need to up my game,” Cece said, admiring the ice sculpture. “My original order seems incredibly tame in comparison.” She almost sounded…disappointed in herself, and I had to hold back a laugh. “Though I would never want to make any of the guys feel objectified.”