“You’re asking me to be bare inside you, Ice Queen?” he murmured, reaching out and tracing my lips with a finger. “I don’t do that.” “Well, don’t you carry protection? I’m sure you’ve got enough action going on to justify it,” I muttered, my entire body clenching and unclenching, so close I could taste it. “I don’t, actually. I don’t have time to fuck around with girls who barely interest me, and since Parents’ Day last year, there’s only been one I’ve wanted to make scream.”
