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her head again. “But I do want to.”
    Lane rose from the couch. When he was standing before her, he took her right wrist in his hand and drew her up, holding her hand up by his shoulder. With his other hand, he searched her waist for the zipper of her skirt, found it at her back and slid it down. When the zipper cleared the swell of her ass, he released her and stepped back.
    “Take it off.”
    “Lane, please.”
    “Please what?”
    Addie looked down. He was wearing black shoes. Strange she hadn’t noticed that before. She always noticed shoes.
    “Adelita, what do you want?” He cracked the sentence like a whip.
    “I want you to do it,” she shouted back, head coming up, breathing fast.
    “But I won’t. Drop your skirt.”
    Addie shoved her hands into her waistband and let the skirt fall to the floor.
    “Now the shirt. Remove it.”
    Undoing the final buttons, she shrugged it off, letting it fall to pool around her feet, on top of her skirt. She was left in nothing but her leopard-and-cinnamon bra, panties and garter set. Her stockings and shoes were still on, for what little protection they offered. Addie looked at Lane, raising her chin. She wasn’t afraid of how she looked naked. She had nice breasts and an ass to balance them out.
    She was afraid, in that moment, of Lane. Not that he would hurt her—for all his intensity she didn’t think he would actually cause her pain, he was too nice of a guy—but she had this sinking feeling that her time with him might change how she felt about sex, about men, and that was frightening.
    “Pick up your clothes, fold them, and hand them to me. Good. Now sit down, and remember what I told you.”
    Addie lowered herself into the chair, sitting as far back as she could, and spread her knees until her thighs touched the arms of the chair.
    “Good girl.”
    Lane rose, setting her clothes to the side. He took his glass to the bar cart and added more ice. “How do you feel?”
    “Not as vulgar as I thought.”
    “Do you feel sexual?”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you aroused?”
    Addie sucked in her lower lip, not wanting to admit that she was. He’d barely touched her, hadn’t even kissed her, and her sex was tingling with arousal.
    “Answer me or I’ll put my fingers in your pussy to check.”
    “Yes. I am.”
    “And what is it that’s arousing you?”
    “I don’t know. All of it. The commands, the power.”
    “Good. That means you will enjoy what’s to come.”
    Lane moved behind her chair, brushing her hair aside with his hand. He set his cold glass against her neck.
    Addie gasped, her whole body tensing at the sudden shock. Instinctively, she closed her legs.
    “Legs apart.” He tugged her hair lightly in reprimand.
    She spread her legs. This time he fished an ice cube from his glass and balanced it in the hollow of her collarbone. When she sucked in a breath, it tumbled into her cleavage.
    “That’s cold.”
    “I imagine it is.” Plucking the ice from her cleavage, he slid it under the cup of her bra. Addie looked up, her shocked gaze meeting his own. There was a wicked smile on Lane’s face as he used his thumb to push the ice cube deep into the cup of her bra.
    Moving around in front of her, he used his fingers on the outside of her bra to work the ice cube into place directly over her nipple, dragging a cold, wet path along her breast. When the ice made contact with her already beaded nipple, Addie shrieked, her hands instinctively coming up to her breast.
    Lane set his glass down, grabbed her wrists and forced them to the arms of the chair. He wrapped her fingers around the wood. “Your hands stay here.”
    “Please, it’s too much. It hurts.”
    “Does it?” He grabbed the lump of the ice cube and lifted it, offering a moment of relief before circling it around the nipple.
    Addie whimpered and moaned.
    Lane carefully repositioned it. “Are you aroused?”
    “Yessss.” The intense sensation at the tip of her breast was fading as her skin