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And I’m going to fix them.

Chapter 12

Nate

Dex gasps for breath, yanking on the restraints securing her to the bedframe—a suggestion I made, and one she eagerly agreed to. I pluck another piece of ice from a glass on the nightstand and stick it between my teeth. Bending my head, I roll it over her nipple.

“Oh, God,” she cries, her back arching off the bed when the cold hits her sensitive flesh.

I switch to her other nipple, then drop the ice cube in her navel. “He won’t help you.”

Sucking the cold nub into my mouth, I soothe it with my tongue. Her legs writhe, and she tries to get some friction against my thigh, which I deny her.

“Ready to tell me yet?” I murmur, my mouth on her skin, my eyes fixed on hers.

She shakes her head, and I grin.

Her stubborn determination not to share what drives her to work two jobs pushes her damn high in my estimation. She could have come right out and asked me for money—it wouldn’t be the first time a bedmate has asked for a handout—but instead, she refused to tell me a damn thing. It won’t do her any good. She might not spill tonight, but she will eventually.

“Then, it’s only fair to warn you that I can keep going all night. And the next night. And the one after that. Your choice, Titch.”

She groans and bucks off the bed. The ice cube slithers down her body, leaving a trail of wetness behind before it falls onto the sheets. I pick it up and circle it around her nipple once more.

She hisses. “Why do you care, anyway?”

I twist my lips to the side. “That’s a good question—one I don’t know the answer to. But as soon as I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.”

I force her legs apart and trail the ice along her inner thigh. She shivers, goosebumps breaking out all over her smooth golden skin. Her little snatches of breath captivate me. I slip my tongue between her folds and bury it inside her heat.

She gives another long, drawn-out groan, squirming beneath me, pushing her eager pussy into my face. “You’re killing me.”

I smile against her soft flesh. From scared little girl to sex kitten in twenty-four hours. She’s more than I could have hoped for. Less, far less, than I need. She’s been a great student, but she has more to give, and I’m going to take it.

She comes quickly, which, considering she’s several orgasms into our marathon session, impresses me. With her body still jerking and trembling from her latest climax, I straddle her waist and grab another piece of ice. I trail it across her stomach, on the underside of her breasts, down her neck, with rivers of water running over her sweat-dampened skin.

“Hmm, well, if you won’t make this easy, I think it’s time we changed things up. I’m going for a record of orgasms with you, little Dex.”

Her eyes widen. “I can’t.”

My grin is purposely wicked. “Oh, you can. Want me to show you?”

I clamp my teeth around the ice cube and inch down her body to push her thighs as wide as they’ll go. I circle her clit with the ice, then with my tongue, before pushing the half-melted cube inside her. She cries out both in agony and ecstasy, her head rocking from side to side, her thighs straining against my palms. I plunge my tongue inside her over and over, taking absolutely no mercy. She’ll tell me in the end, if only to halt the death by orgasm I’m subjecting her to.

“Nate, it’s too much. It hurts. I can’t. I just can’t. Oh, fuuuuck.”

She comes again, her wrung-out body pulsing and throbbing on my tongue. Her clit must be so sensitive by now, which is why I pinch it, hard.

She hisses. “You’re a bastard.”

I straddle her thighs, palming my erection with slow, regular strokes. “Ready for the next round?”

Shaking her head violently, she yanks on her restraints again. “Okay! Okay, I’ll tell you.”

I sit up with a triumphant grin that has Dex rolling her half-hooded eyes. I untie her and rub her wrists, even though I hadn’t bound her too tightly.

She sits up, too, pulling the comforter up to her neck, and I chuckle under my breath. I prefer her naked, but if hiding her body makes her feel at ease and gives her the confidence to tell me what the hell is going on, I’ll let it slide. Her earlier question of why I care is an intriguing one, and I’d been honest when I said I didn’t know. Chivalry isn’t my style, but something about this little pocket rocket has me absolutely fascinated. I’m not nearly ready to let her go yet.

“Can I have a drink?”

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