Can I Tell You Something? (Snowbound Secrets, #1)

by Holly June Smith

For those of you who like your mountains snowy and your men moaning

After a long day at work there’s nothing better than a self administered O and falling asleep basking in the afterglow with a man who’ll never leave you, hurt you, or do you wrong.

“So, Hannah,” Cameron says, leaning closer. “What time do you want me?”

In my dreams he’d start at breakfast, with oral on the kitchen counter, then stop right before I came and tell me it’s time to go shop for groceries. In the car he’d tell me to touch myself on the drive but ‘don’t you dare come. If you come, I’ll fuck you where everyone can see who your orgasms belong to.’

“What would you prefer I call you?” He leans in closer, the bass of the music, the chatter of the crowd all blending into one as he whispers inches from my face. “Baby? Darling? Good girl? Greedy little slut?”

“Ahh, cold,” she gasps. “Good cold or bad cold?” “Good. Don’t stop. Never stop.”

“That’s it, my good girl. Right where I want you. Right where I own you.”

“I love this,” he says, thumb brushing against the back of my neck. “What?” “This. Being here with you. This view. This pizza. I could do this every day and be happy.” “Oh, I’m glad I rank higher than the pizza,” I laugh, taking another bite. He’s not wrong though, it’s cheesy and gooey, and exactly what I needed after a morning skiing.