Chapter 18

“Yes, Mark?”

“It doesn’t fucking matter.” He slid his thumbs past the waistband of my shorts, worked them down off my hips, and tossed them over his shoulder. “I do it because they’re yourfamily.”

“Yes, but—”

“Y’know what? There has to be something better you can do with that mouth of yours than spout bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

“Assume the position. You’re gonna do a little cock sucking.”

I couldn’t help grinning. “Just a little?” No one but Mark ever made me feel this way—wild to swallow him down, wild to have him inside me, wild to make love to him. No one would believe the Ice Man just now.

He ran his fingertips over the curve of my cheekbone. I turned my face and sucked a finger into my mouth, nipping the tip. He hummed, slid a second finger into my mouth, and rubbed my tongue with it.

I shuddered and groaned and finally let his fingers slip from my mouth.

“Babe?”