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

by Holly June Smith

Why would you bother with a real man when you could have an audio one talk you through pretty much any fantasy scenario you can think of?

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

My best friend may not follow my audio erotica voice acting account, but his sister does.

She’s not pissed at me, she’s in shock. She would never in a million years have imagined I’d turn up here at her house. I now know three things. Hannah knows exactly who I am. She’s got a dirty, dirty mouth. And my one rule is about to be pushed to the limit.

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 do you like to fill your ears with when you’re alone at night, Hannah?”

Taylor Swift it is. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she laughs, wiggling her hips as she gets comfy in the chair. “One does not simply have a favourite Taylor Swift song. It changes day by day and mood by mood.”

“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?”

“I really want to kiss you, Hannah. Been wanting to do it since I first laid eyes on you.”

‘You’re holding back on me, Hannah. I said ride my fucking tongue.’

“Anyone for sauna?” Hannah suggests after a while. “Sure, let’s go,” Ryan says. No, not you, man. Fuck off for five minutes.

I’m struck with a vision of my future. My shoes, her shoes, and a bunch of little ones, all in a row.

“Then it’s settled. Go and make the call or send an email or whatever. Tell them you’re staying. And tell them your boyfriend’s coming over so you’ll be late to work some mornings because he wouldn’t let you leave the house until you’d come all over his cock.”

“Yes you have, haven’t you? All those months spent listening to me, wishing you could touch me, wishing I would make you come. No wonder you’re such a desperate little slut.”