CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Taking a long drink from the ice-cold bottle, Dax went upstairs to the bedroom. And what a sight waited for him there. The Minx lay on the middle of their bed, naked, her knees pulled up and far apart giving him a sweet view of the snatch she was juicing up for him.
Lowering the bottle from his lips, his surprise must have registered, but the Minx didn’t acknowledge it. She just kept on toying with her c**t, then moved south to circle her opening and probe herself with the tip of an index finger.
“Don’t be shy,” she purred. Sliding her finger out, she brought it to her lips to lick the length of it. “Come over here.”
If he’d needed evidence of his failure, he was looking at it. She wasn’t supposed to be seducing him without fear, he was meant to be intimidating her into
