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?”

“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.”

“I mean it,” he says, grabbing my hand and holding it there. “I haven’t even slept with anyone in over six months.” “Oh. Well, that’s… not that long.” “How long has it been for you?” he asks. “Um, a year. Maybe more.” He huffs out a heavy sigh. “That makes me so fucking mad. And also happy.” “What?” “Happy that nobody else is touching you. Mad because your body is gorgeous. It deserves to be touched and worshipped and adored.” “You haven’t even seen my body,” I laugh nervously. Cameron slips his gloved hand between my thighs and tugs me closer. “I’ve felt it, and I can’t wait to feel more. And if you haven’t been touched in that long, I bet you’ll be so needy for me.”

I quietly slip my gloved hand into Hannah’s, and she leans into my side, discreet in the throng of people. This is how it should be. Me and my girl.

“Are you close, baby?” More whimpering. “You gonna come, Hannah? Right here on my cock with the world watching you?” “Yes, Cam, fuck. Yes.” I keep thrusting and rubbing, sucking at the side of her neck, then moving to take her earlobe between my teeth. “That’s it, my good girl. Right where I want you. Right where I own you.”

“You’re so sensitive,” I moan around her flesh. “That’s my fantasy. A whole day in bed with you to learn all your most sensitive spots.”

“Yes. That’s how you’re so good at what you do. You don’t put on an accent. You’re just you. It makes it so easy to tap into the fantasy that I…” “That you what?” I take a deep breath, drop my crust on my plate. “That I know you. That your words are just for me. That…” He tilts my chin, angling my face up towards him. This close, his eyes dart back and forth and he tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “That you’re mine?”

“No, man, no. It’s not like that.” Cameron holds his palms up in surrender. “I… I like her. I’m falling for her.” I hear myself gasp, fighting to get past Ryan, who pushes me back with his other arm. “I’m sorry, Hannah,” Cameron says, leaning to one side to catch my eye. “This shouldn’t be the first time you hear that, and I’ll say it again to you properly when I get the chance later.”

Mum lets go and straightens up to standing, clearing her throat as she helps me to my feet. “We are never going to talk about whatever happened on that chair. But no, we’re not mad at you for meeting someone who makes you happy.” “I’m going to get a drink and pretend tonight never happened,” Dad says, heading for the fridge, and Mum sits down and goes back to her book. Out on the balcony, Cameron and my brother shiver, arms folded across their chests, shoulders up at their ears.

“Oh no, I definitely meant it. It’s just… this is wild, right? We just met, and I’m feeling all these things I’ve never felt before. I’m lying in the snow halfway up a mountain and I’m falling so fucking hard for you, Hannah. I don’t know how to explain it, maybe it’s Christmas magic or something but I feel like you really see me.”

“Cam?” I whisper, sleep pulling me deeper into its clutches. “Yes, my princess?” “Will you move in with me? If you come here, I don’t want you living anywhere else. I’ll be working a lot. I want you to be here when I get home.” “That depends.” “On?” “Does your apartment have good sound proofing?” he teases. “You’re pretty loud when I make you come. I wouldn’t want to upset my new neighbours.”

What they don’t know is that I’m living in a castle with my very own pretty English princess. OK, so it’s a one-bedroom apartment on a side street, off another side street in Islington, but I sure feel like a prince walking these streets with my girl. Popping out, as the Brits say, for coffee and pastries on weekend mornings. Visiting museums and galleries. Bar hopping with her new work colleagues on Friday nights.