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“Fine,” he replied, and I heard the soft thud of the vibrator being set down on the bar top. A drawer slid open.
I lay there, wide open, blind and burning, my mind racing to guess what was coming next.
“When you finally say please,” Mac said, smooth as silk, “then I’ll stop.”
Cold.Ice-fucking-cold.
I screamed as an ice cube touched between my legs, shocking and stinging as he held it there, pressed to my center. My hips jerked, trying to escape and seek it out all at once. The pain melted into pleasure as he dragged it slowly along my slit.
Water pooled beneath me as it melted, and then Mac’s tongue returned—hot, wicked, soothing—only to be replaced by the ice again.
Over and over, the contrast drove me mad.
This wasn’t the kind of pleasure that brought a quick release. It was the kind that built, layer by torturous layer, until the eventual fall would shatter me.
Each time Mac warmed me back up, the sting of the cold ice cube would bring me back again, edging the orgasm I desperately wanted to release.
“Do you want to come, Penelope?” Mac asked, his voice a low growl.
I nodded frantically, nearly shaking from the overwhelming switch between cold and heat.
“Please,” I cried out, my voice cracking. “Please.”
“That’s my girl,” Mac said. “Begging for it.”
The ice disappeared with a toss, landing somewhere across the bar. And then his fingers plunged into me, pumping deep and fast.
My blindfold came off, the sudden neon light stinging my eyes. I blinked against it, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure.
Mac hovered over me, his expression dark, intense—completely in control.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered. “Scream my fucking name, Pen.”
The hand that had removed the blindfold now circled my clit, rubbing hand and fast.
Stars exploded behind my eyes.
“Mac!”
My core tightened, the pressure unbearable.
I kept my gaze locked on his whiskey eyes as I fell, screaming his name again, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.
Everything else disappeared.
There was only Mac. Only the fire. Only the bliss of finally,finallyfalling apart in his hands.
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My cock was so hard I thought my zipper might snap under the pressure. Watching Penny come undone—watching herscreamfor me,begfor me—was my undoing. She was fucking perfect. Wild and stunning in every way.
Having her naked, sprawled out across my bar, flushed and glistening from the pleasure?
Nothing in my life had ever looked hotter.
I had no idea how I was going to work behind this bar again without getting hard at the memory of her body stretched out like that. She was wet, trembling,mine.
