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"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'."

"I'm your brat," Mac points out, squeezing her eyes shut and hissing lightly. "So you'll put up with me, won't you?"

"You know I will," he says, pressing the ice against her to make her squirm. "But that doesn't mean I don't get to punish you when you're a pain in the ass."

"Mmmhmm," she murmurs, completely agreeing. Sometimes she needs to be put in her place and she's glad Jackson likes doing it.

"Love you?"

"I know that, darlin'," he says, smiling as he bends his head to kiss her, rubbing the ice against her, his thumb teasing her clit as he does it.

"Just felt it needed to be said," Mac says, shifting her hips a little to get more contact. "You're teasing me, honey."

"What did I say you were supposed to call me," he asks her, shifting so he can slap her thigh with his free hand.

Mac whimpers a little. "Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to use the wrong name, I promise."

"I think maybe this is all to easy on you," he says, pressing that ice-cube back against her clit. "I'm clearly not on the right route."

"You're very good to me," Mac murmurs. "So good. You could be a little harder on me if you wanted."

"Little harder how, Mac?" he asks, rubbing that ice-cube backwards, along the cleft of her ass. He loves making her talk about these things.

"I don't know," Mac says, arching her back a little because Jesus, that's cold. "God, it's freezing."

"You asked for it, darlin'," he says, rubbing that ice-cube back and forth against her. "You're the one who's so damn hot."

"Hot as in attractive or temperature?" Mac asks, beaming at him. She can always stand to have a compliment.

He rolls his eyes and smirks, bending his head for a kiss.

"Darlin', you can take that as you will. But you're not becoming any less of a brat."

"I've seen you look at my breasts," Mac accuses gently. "I know you like them. Even if it's not going to get me out of trouble."

"Darlin', you're incredibly naked right now," he says, rolling his eyes. "Exactly where else am I supposed to be lookin'."

"Nowhere else," Mac says, grinning even wider. "I'm just saying, I know that you like to look at me."

"Like back in New York," he says, bending his head to suck on her nipple. "You touching yourself for me. Making yourself come."