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"I am sure," he says, picking up a cube of ice between two fingers and brushing it along the curve of her throat, "That I can think of somethin', darlin'."

It feels so good that she whimpers, arching up from the bed. "Jackson, honey, please. Feels so good."

He dimly remember something she said in New York. Gently, he trails the ice lower, following her breast bone. "Put your hands up over your head for me, darlin'."

Mac stretches her arms up over her head. "Like this?" She has always liked having instructions and Jackson is good about giving them to her and, when she's earned it, praise.

"Just like that," he says. The way she's raised her arms lifts her tits and he follows the curve of her with the ice-cube, bending his head to kiss her as he traces one nipple with the ice.

"Fuck," Mac hisses softly. She should have known being petulant would get her into some kind of trouble and she thinks this kind of trouble is better than the alternative.

"I don't think I'm going to be cooling off, exactly."

"No?" he asks her, switching to her other nipple, teasing it harder. "You'd rather I left you to it?"

"No, I just...God, you know you're turning me on," Mac says, glaring at him. It has no heat, though, because she loves every second of it. "And I really just wanted to cool off. Really."

"I really could just dump the whole bucket on you and go sleep on the couch," he says, ducking his head to follow the cold sweep of the ice with a swipe of his tongue across her nipple. "Unless you just want me to tell you what's happening right now? Orders make it easier, Mac?"

"Orders always make it easier," Mac murmurs, twisting a little under his mouth. "Fuck, seriously, I'm so turned on right now."

"Alright," he says, leaving the ice cube to sit between her breasts as he moves away from her long enough to lash her hands to the bedframe. "You keep your legs spread and you call me Sir."

"Yes, sir," Mac says dutifully, sliding her legs apart for him. God, she loves this man even if it's stupid of her to risk her heart. "Like this?"

"You're getting good at this," he says, grinning, bending his head to kiss her as he goes back to that ice-cube, sliding it lower to circle her navel.

"I try," she murmurs, squirming a little at the cold against her skin. It feels good though, especially in comparison to how damn hot it is outside.

"Mmmhmmm," he says, leaving that ice-cube sitting in her navel and reaching for another, going back to teasing her nipples.

"How do I look?" MacKenzie asks, arching her back a little to thrust her breasts up.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, bending his head to brush his lips against the damp skin of her collarbone as he follows the curve of her breasts with the ice-cube. "Still warm, though."

"Impossibly warm," Mac agrees. "I think we're going to have to keep applying ice until I cool down, right?"

"Oh, I definitely think so," he says, rubbing the cube over her left nipple over and over, teasing it harder before he replaces that cold with the heat of his mouth.

Mac makes a soft little noise, completely turned on and at his mercy because she suspects if she's good and patient, he'll do something about that. "You're taking advantage of this situation, I think."

"Don't know what you mean to insinuate, darlin'," he says, circling her nipple before he starts to trail that ice slowly lower. "Here I am just helpin' you out."

"You are," Mac agrees. "But you know, I can see where you'd want to take your own pleasure too. I did make you get out of bed and it's awfully late."

"You did do that," he says, tracing that ice-cube along the furrow of her cunt and back. "So maybe I will have my way with you."

Mac whimpers. "Jesus! That's cold. And yeah...yeah I could see...I could see where you'd want to have your way with me."

"You're a brat," he says, rubbing that ice-cube across her clit. "And I might not have all of those toys and things still, but I am more than willing to improvise, darlin'."