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

It’s the end of an era, another thing outside of my control.

You see, the man of my dreams is American audio erotica voice actor, Mac’n’Please.

Though at this point, I’d rather spend my evenings at home listening to men moaning than pretending to be confident enough for parties.

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?”

She has the kind of thighs you want to use for a pillow. Eyes you want to get lost in, soft dark hair that looks perfect for stroking while you hold her tight.

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?”

My chaise longue? Did Mac’n’Please get himself off in my favourite chair? I’ve stopped breathing. I’m going to die.

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?

“Do you have a favourite audio of mine?” Oops. There goes my resistance.

“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.”

‘Let me see how pretty you are when you come. Come for me, Hannah. Come. Come.’

“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.