Sweat poured from her pores. Her body was drenched; her breath came in ragged gasps. Her hair hung in damp ringlets a few loose strands clinging to her damp forehead. There was so much heat. A strange energy hung in the air. Her thoughts turned to Logan. She should have been thinking about him and not Rafier. She always thought of Logan at times like this. What little clothes she had left on clung to her skin. A spaghetti strap satin tank top and a pair of Logan's green silk boxers but nothing else. She was so hot so ready for some sort of relief. She needed some sort of release. Her body was tense. She wasn't in heat but she felt like it. She knew exactly what she needed in order to relax. She slowly pulled the wrapper off. The action seemed painstakingly slow and put her back on edge. Building up to what she wanted she threw away the wrapper and put it where it should have been. Her parched lips parted and she used her hand to guide it to her mouth her lips meeting their goal. Shivers shot up and down her spine. Her lips slid smoothly over the cylinder. Her hand guided it as her lips glided over it. She rolled her tongue around it the warmth of her mouth transferring to the coolness of what was in her mouth. Her lips slid up and down. Up and down. Faster and smoother until the warm sweet liquid began to fill her mouth. She swallowed softly and her parted lips returned to their mark. The sticky juice dripped on to her guiding hand. It was amazing and exactly the release she was looking for. Shivers shot through her body and goose bumps grew on her heated flesh. Max knew there was truly nothing better...

... Then a frozen Popsicle on a sweltering Seattle