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?

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.’

“Don’t call me kid,” I scowl. “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?” It could be my shaky gasp that gives it away, or my teeth sinking into my lip, or the way my eyes roll back. Probably all three. “The last one,” he nods to himself, leaning back on his barstool, eyes locked on mine as he drains his glass. “Noted. You want another?”

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