A big part of you thinks that you should be embarrassed, or at least feel slightly awkward, to be cuddled on Ice’s lap. Even though both of you are naked and it’s just the two of you in the room, you still feel like you should be the ‘strong man’ who doesn’t need comfort.

But his arms feel so good around you, embracing you tightly, and you lean your head against his shoulder and breathe in his scent. “I feel like I should get dressed and face the day, but cuddling sounds better than it should right now,” you mutter against his skin, before kissing it. “Pretty sure that makes me weak.”

Ice’s hand lands on your right buttock; not particularly hard, but it makes you jump and reignites the sting from the spanking he gave you. “Don’t put yourself down, Mav,” he scolds. “I want to cuddle you too. Do you think that makes me weak?”

It doesn’t really feel like there’s a right answer to that. So you don’t try to respond with words. Instead, you wrap your arms more firmly around him and press a kiss to his lips.

Ice’s chuckle reverberates through your entire body as he kisses you back and then murmurs, “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Maybe.” You hug him a bit tighter. “Is it working?”

“Maybe.” Ice slides his arm around your waist, drawing you in tighter against him, and kisses you a bit more firmly, with enough force to make your toes curl. Then, he pulls back slowly and smiles, looking into your eyes. “Would you like to shower together?”

“You read my mind.” You wriggle a bit on his lap, just so you can feel his erection and know that you caused it. Then, you clamber off his lap. “Bet you can’t catch me.” You dart towards the adjoining bathroom.

He catches up to you within moments and presses you against the shower cubicle, kissing your neck and then the hollow of your throat. He then reaches past you and opens the glass door, pushing you inside and turning the spray on.

As the water hits you, Ice presses you up against the wall and rubs his hands down your arms and over your hips. He squeezes them tightly, making you gasp, and then presses his lips against yours in a hard kiss.

The sex is quick and dirty. By the time it’s finished, the water’s spray has washed away all of your bodily fluids. And his lips are on your neck, leaving a hickey behind that you know will stand out. You slide your fingers through his hair and let out a low, satisfied gasp. “That felt so good.”

Chuckling softly, Ice pulls back from you and retrieves a washcloth. He begins to clean you off, slowly and gently, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. It’s not enough to arouse you again, but it does feel good. And once he’s finished cleaning you off, you pick up the second washcloth and return the favour.

While the shower took a bit of time, it doesn’t take either of you long to brush your teeth and pull your clothes on.

As soon as both of you are dressed, hair still damp from the shower, Ice strides towards the door. “Are you coming?” he calls back over his shoulder.

You start walking after him, but you’re tempted to suggest a friendly competition on the way to the hanger.