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like fire on his flesh. Her other hand slipped between his legs and cupped his balls. As she cradled them with the utmost care, her thumb caressed his sac.
    Sweet fuck!
    His cock clenched and tightened; his sperm put on their running shoes and lined up at the starting gate. Dammit, the last thing he wanted was to explode on impact. He was a firefighter, not a crash-test dummy for Christ’s sake. He eased back, his cock throbbing and begging for release as it slipped from her hand. Her groans of protest morphed into moans of pleasure when he gathered her in his arms and laid her out on the cushiony chair. Heat and desire colored her skin from head to toe, making her look so damn sexy.
    He needed to fuck her. Good God, did he ever need to fuck her. But first he wanted to help cool her body down. By any means possible.
    Reaching behind him, he pulled his ice-cold water bottle from his jacket. Sara watched his every movement. “I think the first thing we need to do is gain control over that fever. You’re burning up.”
    He snapped open the lid on the bottle and offered her a drink. When she finished, she handed it back.
    “Thanks,” she whispered. “That’s much better.”
    If she thought that was all he had in mind for the ice water, she was sadly mistaken.
    Mitch inched her legs open and nestled himself in between them. He leaned over her. “You’re still dangerously hot, Sara. Let me check your temperature.” Pressing his arms to the chair on either side of her, he bent forward, swiped her nipple with his tongue and then drew it into his mouth for a thorough taste. He released a low moan as her bud tightened in heavenly bliss.
    “Oh God,” she cried, quivering beneath him.
    Mitch scraped his teeth over her tender flesh. “You’re burning up, babe. Extreme measures definitely need to be taken.”
    He went back on his heels and without warning poured a generous amount of cold water over her breasts. The water practically sizzled when it reached her hot flesh.
    Her eyes sprung open. Her body trembled. “That’s cold,” she whimpered.
    In his most serious, professional voice he said, “It’s the only way to take down the fever, Sara.”
    Mitch dipped his head and watched the droplets slide off her nipples and pool in the valley between her mounds. He gulped air as his throbbing cock jutted forward and brushed against her drenched pussy.
    She gyrated until the tip of his shaft breached her opening. Mitch inched back, spread her pussy wide, and poured cold water over her hot center.
    “Oooh, that feels so good,” she murmured.
    His thumb went to her clit. He circled her hard bud slowly and bent forward to lap at the water pooling on her chest.
    She began panting, her breath coming in labored bursts. Long fingers tunneled through his hair and he could feel her heart pound inside her chest. Mitch eased a finger inside her pussy, offering her only a little at a time. She was so goddamn tight he wondered how she’d handle his cock.
    “More,” she cried out, writhing beneath him.
    Deciding it was well past time to alleviate the pull in her body, he changed the tempo, giving her exactly what she needed to bring her to climax. Increasing the pressure on her clit, he tongued her tight nipples, nipping, nibbling, and sucking until the soft quakes at her core became stronger and stronger.
    “Mitch…”
    “I know, babe, I know.” He took a quick drink of water, and held it in his mouth. Sliding down her body, he slipped another finger inside her. His mouth moved to her pussy, where he released the water. The second the cold liquid hit her hot clit, she tumbled into an orgasm.
    “Yes,” she cried out, fisting his hair, her sex muscles spasming and clenching. Her face lit in euphoria. Mitch worked his tongue over her throbbing clit, lavishing her cunt with his undivided attention, prolonging the pleasure as she rode out every last delicious quake.
    He held her for a long time, until she stopped quivering. After a