Page 71 of Iced Out

He leans against the opposite wall to catch his breath, and I use the opportunity to ogle. Shamelessly, I might add.

“Guess we’re not very good at following our own rules,” I say with a laugh as the evidence of his orgasm washes down the drain at my feet. “Because I’m pretty sure we just broke every one we’ve set.”

When I glance up, Oakley’s studying me curiously.

“What?” I ask, suddenly a little more self-conscious.

“I…” He laughs. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wasn’t kidding. Fuck the rules. We should toss them altogether.”

Not what I was expecting. At all. But holy hell, am I down for more of what just happened in this damn shower. So much more, my entire body vibrates with need all over again.

Jesus, I’m such a slut for this guy’s dick, it’s insane.

And there’s one sentence I never once saw myself thinking, but here we are.

“Even the part where we don’t tell anyone?”

He bites his lip for a second, and I swear, he’s about to say yes. It doesn’t last long, though, before he shakes his head. “I think it’s safer if that one stays. But…fucking hell, I’m fine with doing whatever, whenever. Screw thebefore game onlyrule.”

“I like this idea. Especially if it involves more screwing.”

His eyes flare with heat, gaze tracking down my body and back up again before landing on where his teeth sank into my shoulder. Where I have no doubt he left a mark, the same way I did to him at one time.

“Now what? Admiring your handiwork?”

“No. I was actually just thinking…I definitely want inside that ass again. For real, next time.” A pause, then, “As long as you’re okay with it.”

“Okay with it?” I echo, swapping places with him and stepping out from under the spray. I grab my towel off the hook to dry off and glance back at him, surprised to see…he’s actually questioning whether or not I want more.

My arms cross over my chest. “I was literally just begging you to fuck me, and you think I’m about to call take-backs?”

He frowns, rinsing his stomach and dick off. “Really, Quinn? Take-backs? Are we five now?”

The grin that spreads out over my face when hearing the nickname can’t be helped. It makes me feel…weirdly affectionate toward him. Even after he just insinuated I’m a fucking kindergartener.

And he must be taken aback too, because he’s staring at me like I’ve sprouted two more heads.

“Why’re you smiling like that?” He waves his hand in front of my face, and it only makes me grin more. “Jesus, did I break you or something? If just the tip did this, I hate to see what you’re like after I fuck you for real.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Trust me, I can handle it. It’s just…” My brows furrow, and I lick my lips. “You called me Quinn.”

He frowns deeper before slowly asking, “It’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Not to you. You only call me de Haas. Or Quinton, sometimes.”

He’s silent for a moment, then his laugh sends cool shivers running through me. “Huh, I guess you’re right. Leave it to you to ruin my orgasm high by making me think about what I call you in the moment. Maybe I’ll go withassholenext time.”

I smirk, shaking out my hair. “Quinn’s fine.”

“No, no. I’ll think of something better. Something more creative.”

“I’m serious—”

“What aboutdickweed? That’s a great term of endearment, right?”

I let out a sigh and repeat myself, thinking maybe he’ll hear me this time. “You can call me Quinn, okay? It’s just that no one really does.”

“You’re telling me no one shortens your name to the most obvious option? Seriously?”

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