Page 88 of Total Shutdown

“Since we have the rest of the day together, what else do you want to do, Baby Girl?”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

SAWYER

Collins answered my question exactly how I’d wanted—she’s in my bed, hands tied to my headboard, her pussy inches from my face. There’s no other way I would’ve wanted to spend my afternoon.

“Can you stand them a little wider?” I ask, extending the spreader bar further.

“More,” she demands, voice heady and hands straining against the leather strap we bought earlier. “I want to be as wide as possible while you tease me.”

I spread her legs further, stopping when her feet are another inch apart.

Completely at my mercy—that’s how I like Collins Mackenzie.

I lean back on my haunches, scrubbing a palm over my mouth, words to describe how perfect she looks dying on my tongue. She’s naked and ready for me, hair sprawled across my white pillow. Her tattoo is all that covers her flawless, fair skin.

She doesn’t say anything either, waiting for me to make a move and do as I please. That’s what she wants—for me to take control of her, of us, of this moment right here. Having Collins hand herself to me like this is seismic and likely the hottest experience of my life. After all, it’s exactly what I wanted.

Eyes on hers, I drop to my elbows between her legs, fingertips trailing along the side of her left thigh. “How badly do you want me to edge this body?”

She squirms at the sensation, making it clear light touch is exactly what she loves. “Until it hurts and my pussy aches from desperation.”

I can see how wet she is already. Dripping. Her release soaking the sheets covering my mattress.

With a gentle finger, I ascend to the top of her thigh, not stopping as it passes through her pussy, the sound of her wet arousal shooting straight to my cock.

I pin my bottom lip between my teeth and swipe my finger through her a second time. “Baby Girl, I’ve barely touched you, and already, you could take me so easily.”

Feet planted firmly on the mattress, she fights against the bar, desperate to close her legs and end the torture.

I push up onto my elbows and climb off the bed, eyes still firmly on hers as she follows me with confusion.

“Where are you going?”

Standing at the foot of my bed, I make her watch as, one by one, I unbutton my Levi’s, letting them pool around my ankles in a heap. “Getting myself comfortable. It’s going to be a long afternoon, no?”

She bites the inside of her cheek and groans, wrists pulling against the restraints. “Just make me come already, Sawyer.”

When Collins was in the bathroom earlier, I took the opportunity to grab something I knew would push her to the brink of her limits.

Ice.

Reaching down under the bed, I pull out a glass filled with a half-dozen cubes. “But where’s the fun in giving you what you want right away?”

She scowls at me, and I fucking love it. I round the bed and come to stand by her side, towering over her. When she clocks the ice I set on the nightstand, her tongue peeks out, tantalizing as it runs the length of her bottom lip.

“What are you going to do with that?”

On my hands and knees, I crawl over to her, kneeling just in front of the spreader bar.

I reach over to the glass and grab a single ice cube, showing it to her. “What do you want me to do with this, Collins?”

She wets her lips again.

“Cat got your tongue?” I tease.

She swallows thickly, eyes dropping to the ice as it slowly begins to melt, water trickling down my fingers.