Page 261 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
Suits.
Sharp lines.
Dark colors.
Power in a way that feels almost unfair.
Zach looks like control wrapped in quiet strength, his jacket sitting perfectly on his shoulders, his tie neat, composed, every inch of him steady and grounding.
Jackson is… something else entirely. His suit is black, tailored just a little tighter, his tie already slightly loosened like he couldn’t help himself, like restraint has never quite been his strong point.
And Elijah, my breath catches.
Black.
All black.
Structured.
Precise.
Everything about him controlled in a way that makes something inside me pull tight.
His gaze finds me first.
It drags over me slowly, not rushed, not hungry in the way I expect, but heavy, deliberate, like he’s taking everything in and holding it there.
The others follow.
And the silence stretches just long enough that I feel it in my chest.
“Fuck…” Jackson breathes under his breath.
Zach exhales slowly, his head tilting slightly like he’s trying to take me in properly.
“You look…” He trails off, shaking his head faintly. “You look incredible.”
Elijah doesn’t speak straight away.
But I feel him. Even before he moves.
“You look beautiful,” he says finally, his voice low, steady, carrying something deeper underneath it.
Warmth blooms through me instantly.
I swallow, suddenly very aware of the way they’re all looking at me.
“You’re one to talk,” I manage, a soft laugh slipping out. “All of you… you look—”
I shake my head slightly.
“It’s going to be very hard to keep my hands off you tonight.”
Jackson’s grin is immediate.
“Good,” he says, stepping closer. “Because you don’t have to.”
Zach’s hand comes to my waist, slow, grounding.
