“You’re looking a little flushed, baby. You hot?” “Sweltering. I swear I fucking turned the thermostat down but…” I trailed off when I recognized the dark twinkle in his eyes. He angled a look at the glass I’d set down on the counter, condensation dripping down the side as the ice within melted. Oh yes, oh fucking yes, please. I think I said that aloud—at least part of it—because next he dipped those long, quick fingers into the glass and fished out a gleaming wet cube. “Maybe you need some help cooling off,” he suggested. “Oh, I definitely do. I’m getting a strong porno premise vibe here, and
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