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

by Holly June Smith

Obviously, I’ve been wondering if I’m about to be shacked up with a forbidden cutie for two weeks. It’s got romance novel written all over it, and I know for a fact my listeners would go nuts for a story like that.

I don’t know what switch flipped, what threw the earth off its axis, what I’ve done to deserve this karma. All I know is that I’m teaching the man who’s made me come more times than I can count to ski in the morning, and he has no idea who I am.

After dinner, she disappeared to her room while Ryan showed me around the house, and to the room where I’m staying. Right next to hers. She’ll be in there, in her bed, right on the other side of the wall. I

Except… that button doesn’t say ‘follow’. It says ‘follow back’. Then it hits me, the knot I already had in my stomach twisting tighter. My best friend may not follow my audio erotica voice acting account, but his sister does.

He could talk to me about sinkholes and drainage systems and I’d probably get turned on. He

I knew when he described my braids, and how much he wanted to wrap them around his fists as he pulled me down onto his cock. And honestly? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that information?

“I particularly enjoyed the ones about how hard you came.” My dick twitches in my ski pants at the memory of her words. ‘You’re a menace. You made me come in under a minute and I had to pause the rest of the audio to recover.’

I’ve only slept with a handful of men, and one was, in hindsight, so selfish in the bedroom I’m not sure he touched my clit once in the time we were together. I’ve never asked for anything in my life, and I’ve only ever had sex in a bed. That’s probably Cameron’s fifth favourite place to do it.

Booooo

“You talked about sleeping with a fan in that audio.” “Those audios aren’t real. They’re stories. I make them up. That’s a fantasy lots of my listeners have, and I like to make content that fulfils those desires, but that’s all it is, a fantasy.

My mouth tightens into a pout as I try not to smile. “The thing is, you’re not like other girls, Hannah,” he says, then cringes. “Sorry, that’s such a gross line.

Two years of aural foreplay have led to this moment, and I know now I’ll never be the same.

Ryan’s gift to me is a copy of Anon Pls, by real life Gossip Girl, DeuxMoi. “Everyone in LA loved it, apparently.”

Side eye

need more. I pull out slowly, careful not

He specifically makes a comment about not losing the condom so how does the mom find the condom?!?!?

past me at Mum. “Why is there a condom wrapper on the floor over here?” My eyes snap to Cameron’s as she holds it up for us all

Anyway….