Page 128 of Mexico Can Choke On It
“It’s supposed to. You sweat it out in the sauna, then come in here to the Ice Room to stimulate circulation, reduce inflammation, and tighten your pores.”
“Do you rich people believe everything you’re told?”
The frozen igloo’s walls shimmer with translucent blue ice, and a gentle glow lights up the space from beneath. Mist swirls around the floor, giving it this magical, otherworldly vibe. And right in the center of the room, there’s a single bench lined in faux fur.
It’s as if we’ve stumbled upon some secret Eskimo love nest.
No condoms.
“This penis-freezing chamber is one way to cool things down,” she says as she blows out a breath, watching it crystallize into vapor.
I bark out a laugh. She’s not wrong. My balls have sprung up into my ribs.
She doesn’t hesitate when I pull her into me. Doesn’t flinch when I kiss the column of her neck, then her jaw, then dip to heralready-stiff nipples. The contrast between her freezing peaks and my fevered mouth is electric.
“Why here?” she pants, her voice husky. “Are you trying to freeze me solid so I’ll be even tighter when you finally get inside me?”
The thought makes me groan. I run my fingers between her thighs, finding her slick and warm despite the cold. “You’re getting chilled. I’ll have to use friction to heat you from the inside out.”
“That’s the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard,” she breathes.
“Then why are you trembling?”
“Because I’m literally freezing to death, genius.” She shivers against me. “Please tell me this isn’t some weird rich-boy kink.”
I begin stroking her clit gently, and she pushes into my touch, letting out that musical sigh I can’t get enough of.
“You want to hear my fantasy?” I murmur, “It involves those sinful red lips wrapped around my di—”
“Sterling? You in there?”
We both freeze(pun intended),our eyes flying wide open in mutual terror.
“He cannot discover us like this,” I whisper.
“No shit, Sherlock. Pretty sure I’ve met my overprotective brother.”
Gavin will literally bury my body in the Mexican jungle if he finds his sister naked in my arms.
My eyes scan the ice chamber. One entrance, and Gavin is standing mere feet outside of it. I start backing toward the door.
“If you leave me naked in this freezer, I will castrate you with an icicle,” she threatens in a furious whisper.
“I’ll handle him,” I promise quietly. “Stay put.”
Petra shields her breasts with her arms and flips me off with impressive venom. I slip through the door, sealing her inside the arctic chamber.
I cup my hands strategically over my very obvious arousal and pivot to address Gavin, who’s standing in the room’s entryway, looking every inch the sharp-dressed CEO.
“Gavin,” I say with remarkable composure, considering my heart is trying to escape through my throat. I smoothly collect my towel, wrapping it around my waist with practiced nonchalance. My poker face is flawless—minus the slight tic in my left eye.
He lifts Petra’s discarded robe from the marble floor with two fingers, like it’s contaminated. “You’re not banging the staff, are you?”
Gavin’s gaze intensifies.Shit.I always break under his stare. Everyone does. His interrogation skills are legendary.
Stay strong. Don’t crumble. Don’t let him discover that his sister is only a few feet away—naked, freezing, and furious.
He glances at the closed door behind me.
