Текст книги "Baby, It's Cold Outside"

Автор книги: Anne Melody

Соавторы: Jennifer Probst,Emma Chase,Kate Meader
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chapter
6

~ JACOB ~

The world is still dark as I slowly drift awake and feel Grace’s warm body snuggled close to my side. Her leg is draped over my thigh, her arm over my belly, and her head rests on my chest.

I can’t remember the last time I woke with a woman in my arms. I never spend the night. It suggests an intimacy that I’ve just never felt.

Until Grace.

I kiss her forehead and roll her onto her back, gently untangle myself from her, and pull on my clothes. Just as I step into my shoes, Grace stirs and frowns up at me.

“Making a hasty retreat?” She yawns and searches for the clock.

“No, darling.” I crawl back onto the bed and pull her into my lap, hugging her close. “I have some things to see to this morning. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It’s okay.” She buries her face in my neck and sighs, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s about to fall right back to sleep.

“Go back to bed, love. I’ll have breakfast sent up in about an hour.”

“Will you be joining me?” Her voice is soft, maybe a bit hesitant. I hug her more tightly and tip her face back with my finger.

“No, but I’ll see you at our lesson at ten.”

“Oh, you don’t have to keep teaching me, I’ll be fine with a real instructor.”

“I am a real instructor, and I’ll be in charge of your lessons.” I kiss her chastely and my groin stirs at the feel of her small body pressed against me. “I can’t wait to spend the day with you.”

“Okay, have a good morning.”

Her eyes are drifting closed again, making me grin. She’s clearly not a morning person.

I lower her back to the bed, tuck her in, and leave her.

I do have things to handle this morning, but I also need a couple of hours to clear my head. To think. And the best place for that is on the hill.

I return to my room and change into ski gear, grab my equipment, and head out. The lift operator is just settling into his position and waves as I approach.

“Good timing,” he calls out.

“So it seems,” I reply with a nod, and hop onto a chair as he starts the lift. I ride all the way to the summit of the mountain, watching in awe as the world comes to life. It’s overcast, but not snowing yet, and the rising sun casts everything in a gray glow.

There is fresh powder on the earth, covering the trees. The snow ghosts that my lodge is named for cover the ground, the trees are so blanketed in the snow that the green no longer peeks through, hence the name.

It never fails to take my breath away.

As the lift approaches the top, I jump off, secure my goggles, and take in the view. The valley stretches before me, and the clouds are up high enough that I can see Cunningham Falls below, the lake, and to my left, the peaks of Glacier National Park.

There is a serenity up here in the stillness that I’ve never found anywhere else, no matter what mountain I was on in Europe. When I came up here for the first time, took in this view, I knew this was where I was meant to be.

And now it has brought me to Grace.

The quiet surrounds me. The only sound is my own breath as I point my skis down and begin the smooth ride to the bottom. The groomers have already been out this morning, and conditions are perfect.

As I gently slide down the mountain, my thoughts turn to the amazing woman I held in my arms all night long. I woke several times just to feel her skin against me, to breathe her in, to listen to her soft breaths. Not once did I get the urge to flee.

For fuck’s sake, what is it about this woman that has me all tied up in knots? She’s beautiful, yes, but I’ve known plenty of beautiful women in my life.

And fucked a good portion of them.

And yet I can’t remember the face of a single one. All that fills my mind is Grace’s soft sighs, her whimpers, the way her body reacts to mine. Her cheeks flush beautifully just as she’s about to come, and she’s not a screamer, not in the least. Instead, her body clenches and tightens, and she trembles, her breath comes in soft pants, and it’s the most brilliant thing I’ve ever witnessed.

But if I’m honest, it’s much more than the sex. In the few hours that I’ve known her, she’s made me laugh like I haven’t in years. Her clumsiness is endearing rather than frustrating, most likely because of the way she reacts to it, like it’s just a natural thing and is what it is.

She’s unapologetic about who she is. She eats what she wants to, works at a job she enjoys, and has a zeal for life that encourages those around her to join her in it.

She’s bloody incredible.

And I do believe she has me under that charming spell of hers. I want to explore this chemistry between us. That she lives in Cunningham Falls is a blessing. I can court her properly, and see her regularly.

I approach the bottom of the run and immediately return to the lift and ride it to the top. Then I point my skis downhill and take a different run this time, a bit more challenging, and lose myself in the snow.

* * *

“So, Bax, how are things going with a certain beautiful blonde?” Jeanette grins behind the reception desk. Paul, Grace’s original instructor is chatting with her.

“Yeah, man? What’s up with that? You stole her out from under me. She’s hot. I thought I might score with her.”

Jeanette’s jaw drops and she watches me warily as my eyes narrow on the young man.

“Don’t mistake my easygoing demeanor, Paul. It seems you’ve forgotten to whom you’re speaking. If I ever hear you disrespect any guest that way, you’ll never set foot on this hill again. Am I clear?”

“I’m sorry, Bax.”

“As you should be.”

Paul scampers away, his proverbial tail between his legs.

“Boys that age are all horny little bastards,” Jeanette mutters.

“Most men are,” I agree, and chuckle down at her. “But a lady should never hear of it. I’m not his mate, I’m his boss, and I didn’t hire him so he could attempt to lose his virginity.”

Jeanette laughs and pats my arm. “I like you, Bax. How are things with Grace?”

“That, my darling Jeanette, is none of your business.” I wink down at her just as Jerry rushes out from the restaurant.

“There you are!” His hands are clasping and unclasping at his chest in agitation, his cheeks are red with frustration, and I already know it’s going to be a chore calming the bloke.

I silently thank the heavens that ten o’clock is just a few minutes away as I turn to the brilliant chef.

“How can I help you, Jerry?”

“I sent Babs out for you last night, but you ignored me.” He sniffs and pushes his nose in the air. If he wasn’t such a talented chef, I’d boot him out on his ass. Instead I tread lightly, because finding someone to replace him in this small town is impossible.

“I was with a guest, Jerry. What is the problem?”

“The butcher sent choice cuts of meat instead of prime for the second time this month. How am I supposed to work with that? And don’t even get me started on that twit of a sous chef you hired.”

“Let’s discuss this later this afternoon. I have an appointment at ten.”

“But I need to resolve this now.”

I stop short and watch the man quietly for a moment. Have I been wrong to let my staff address me as Bax? Am I too laid back with them?

“We will resolve it when I have the time to speak with you, Jerry.”

His cheeks redden further, but I hold my hand up, stopping any words that he was about to spew at me.

“Watch yourself. You’re a talented chef, but not irreplaceable. I will see you this afternoon.”

I nod at Jeanette and walk toward my suite to change before meeting with Grace.

chapter
7

~ Grace ~

I only fell on my ass five times!” I cry, and launch myself into Jacob’s embrace, wrapping my arms and legs around him and planting my lips on his for a quick kiss. “That’s got to be a record.”

“You are incredible, love.” His smile is wide and happy as he holds me effortlessly against him. “You’ve caught on so well.”

“I can probably ski as good as you now, govna.”

“Let’s not get carried away.” He chuckles and nuzzles my nose with his. “But you can move on from the bunny hill to something a bit more challenging.”

“Blimey, I’m good.”

“Clever girl,” he mutters as he sets me on my feet. “Let’s grab something hot to drink.”

“It’s a date.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders and walks me to the rental shop to turn in my gear, then leads me to a nearby coffeehouse. He finds us an empty table in a corner. “This is a cute little place,” I say as I glance around the small but welcoming café.

“I had it built a few months ago,” he replies, and helps me out of my coat. “The space was for lease, and I thought a coffee shop would do well here.”

“And is it?”

“It is,” he confirms with a grin. “What will you have, darling?”

“Vanilla latte, extra hot, please.”

“Pastry?”

“No, thanks. I have a massage in a little while and I don’t like to have much in my stomach.”

He nods and crosses to the barista to put in our order. He’s in black ski pants and a long-sleeved, blue T-shirt that molds his muscular shoulders and arms. I suddenly remember the way those muscles flex when he’s hovering over me, the way they flex as he comes, and I have to shift in my seat, trying to alleviate the sudden throb between my legs.

“What are you thinking about, love?” he says, as he sits and passes me my coffee.

“Nothing.”

“That flush on your cheeks isn’t nothing.”

I feel myself blush harder and look down at my cup.

Jacob leans toward me and brushes his fingers through my short hair behind my ear. “It’s okay, love. I can’t stop thinking about it, either. Spill it.”

I glance about the small space, satisfied that no one is close enough to hear our intimate conversation.

I lean in and press my lips to his ear. “I was thinking about how spectacular you look when you’re above me, how I love the way your muscles flex, and how completely you fill me.” I brush my fingers through his soft, thick hair and his breath catches. His green eyes are on fire as I pull away and smile up at him innocently.

I clear my throat and take a sip of coffee. “I have to check out of the lodge and stow my things in my car before my massage.”

He frowns and takes my hand in his. “I’m not ready for you to leave yet.”

“I only had the room for the one night.”

“I’d love to have your things moved to my suite while you get your massage. You can come directly to my rooms when you’re finished.”

I bite my lip and then smile. “I’d like that. But I don’t want you to feel obligated . . .”

“One thing you’ll learn about me, darling, is that I never do what I don’t want to do. I want you with me tonight.”

His words warm me and intensify the ache in my core. “Okay, then, I’d like that. Thank you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Grace.” He smiles and drains the rest of his coffee, then consults his watch. “Unfortunately, I have to work for a bit this afternoon. I’ll leave a key to my suite with Jeanette for you. Just pick it up when you’re finished with your massage. I’ll handle having your things moved.”

“I feel very pampered, Mr. Baxter.”

He glances at me and his body softens as he leans toward me. “You deserve to be pampered. And that’s Sir Baxter to you, missy.”

“Sir Baxter? You’ve been knighted?”

“I have.” He nods and then chuckles. “But don’t tell anyone.”

“I do believe this is the first time I’ve seen you get bashful.” I cup his face in my hand. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. As long as you arrange for me to have tea with Kate and the baby.”

He raises a brow and then breaks out into a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do, silly girl.” He checks his watch again.

“Go ahead. I’m going to be lazy here for a few minutes, call Cara, and then mosey on down to the spa. It’s a rough life. The suffering is immense, but I’ll be brave.”

“Enjoy it, my brave girl.” He kisses me long and hard, not giving a shit about who may be watching, then stands and shrugs into his coat. “I’ll do my best to meet you in my room when you’re finished.”

“No worries. Have a good day, dear.”

He winks and strides out of the café, turning heads as he goes.

Christ on a crutch, the man is a walking mass of sex appeal.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Cara’s number.

“Hey, how were the ski lessons?”

“I’m in the hospital.”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m kidding. The lessons have been great. I didn’t fall nearly as much as I thought I would.”

“We told you you’d love it! You can tell us all about it tonight at girls’ night out.”

“That’s why I’m calling. I won’t be able to make it.”

“Why?”

“Well, I might be having an affair with my ski instructor. Except he’s not an instructor, he’s the billionaire hottie that bought the joint.” I bite my lip as silence descends on the call. “Cara?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she shrieks. “This is awesome! I want details!”

“Take it down a notch there, sister.” I laugh and shift in my seat. “Yes, it’s awesome. He’s hot as hell, Cara. Like, movie star hot. And he’s British so his accent is crazy sexy.”

“I’m so jealous right now.”

“You have your own hottie.”

“I know, but I can still be jealous.” She laughs and I can hear her jumping up and down. “I’m so excited for you!”

“So, he wants me to stay one more night, and I accepted. Am I being stupid?”

“Does the sex suck?”

“Hell no.”

“Is he a douche bag?”

“No even a little bit.”

“Then no, you’re not being stupid. Enjoy him, honey.”

“Okay.” I grin and check the time. “Oh shit, I have to get to my massage. Thank you for this weekend, Cara. Seriously, I needed it.”

“I know, and you’re welcome. I’ll want every naughty detail when you get home.”

“Deal.”

* * *

“That massage was amazing. Thank you.” I smile at the therapist and turn to leave, but she stops me.

“Wait. You’re scheduled for a facial and pedicure as well.”

I frown and shake my head. “You must be mistaken. My friends just bought me the massage.”

She consults her computer again and nods. “It says right here you’re scheduled for a facial and a pedicure, courtesy of Mr. Baxter.”

My jaw drops. The man is seriously over the top. But I am not going to refuse it. That would be rude, right?

“Wow, okay.”

I am buffed and polished from head to toe by the time I leave the spa. Every muscle in my body had been whimpering earlier, from the skiing and the bout of energetic sex last night, but now they’re sighing contentedly.

What a lovely way to spend an afternoon. It’s much later than I anticipated when I approach Jeanette at the registration counter.

“Do you work 24/7?”

“No, I’m about to leave in just a few minutes. Bax left this for you.” She slides an envelope to me. “He’s a good man.”

I nod slowly. “Yes, he is.”

“Have a good night.” She gives me directions to his suite, then winks and turns away. His room is on the top floor of the lodge, tucked in the back of the building that faces the valley. I can’t wait to see the view from his windows.

I knock, but when there’s no answer, I unlock the door and push inside. I flip on the lights and see a note sitting on the table.

Grace,

I had to go handle another one of Jerry’s “issues.” I’ll be back as soon as I can. Make yourself at home, love.

Jacob

I flip the switch for the gas fireplace and watch it come to life, then open the blinds and stare out at the valley below.

Holy million-dollar view.

Cunningham Falls and the lake are spread before me. Dusk is descending, and lights twinkle in the town. I walk through the living area that has a full kitchen and dining area attached, down a hallway. There are two small bedrooms, a bathroom, and finally the master bedroom with a huge four-poster dominating the room. The linens are white, crisp, and clean. My bag is on the floor of the walk-in closet and my clothes have been hung.

I walk into the bathroom to find my toiletries mingled with Jacob’s.

It feels weird to see my things with his. I’ve never shared space with a man before.

I suddenly hear the front door open and I hurry out to meet him.

He’s pushing a room service cart. His hair is a bit messy from his fingers combing through it. He’s changed into a green V-neck sweater and jeans and is just pure deliciousness.

“G’day, mate! Did you bring me some Vegemite?”

“That’s Australia, darling.” He laughs and catches me up in a hug. “And I don’t recommend the Vegemite. It’s an acquired taste.” He wrinkles his nose and shudders. “But I did bring dinner, because now that I have you here, we won’t be leaving again, and I don’t want any interruptions.”

“Do all of the single female customers get this kind of attention?” I ask with a smile.

“As a matter of fact,” he replies, while setting out our dinner, “I don’t remember the last night I spent with a woman. They tend to get too attached, make assumptions, and it’s just best all around if we don’t make a night of it.”

I inwardly cringe. Don’t ask a question you don’t want the answer to, Grace. I put on a brave smile and change the subject.

“You spoiled me today,” I say softly. “Thank you.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes. I’m all buffed and polished and soft now.”

He grins wickedly. “I can’t wait to see that for myself. But first . . .” He uncovers the plates and transfers them to the table. “I ordered us both pasta with Alfredo sauce and salads. I hope that’s okay.”

“Sounds great. I’m starved.” I sit and dig in with gusto, moaning when the Alfredo sauce hits my tongue. “Dear sweet Jesus, that’s good.”

“Keep making those sounds, love, and I’ll carry you to my bed straightaway.”

I giggle and roll my eyes. “You’d think you’ve never seen a girl enjoy her food before.”

“I love watching you enjoy everything. It’s a sight to behold.”

“Blarney.” I shake my head and then drip sauce down the front of my shirt. “I’ll just save that for later.”

“You’ll be out of that shirt soon enough, so it won’t matter. But I can have it cleaned for you if you like.”

“No, it’s no biggie. I’ll wash it when I get home tomorrow.”

He nods and takes another large bite of pasta. “So tell me more about yourself.”

I frown and shrug. “I’m not terribly interesting. I think I already told you the highlights.”

“You’re fascinating,” he disagrees and takes a sip of water. “Why don’t you speak to your parents?”

I lower my fork to my plate and wipe my mouth with my napkin. Do I talk about this with him? I rarely talk about it with anyone.

“This is a sordid story for another time,” I reply.

“There’s no time like the present,” he replies, catching my gaze. “Talk to me.”

I watch him for a long moment and then shrug. “I don’t speak to my parents because they’re both alcoholic assholes who enable each other and were always more interested in being in an liquor-induced coma than paying attention to their only child. I don’t respect them. I worked my ass off in high school so I’d have scholarships to go to any school I chose and left the day I graduated.”

I wait for the change. The disgust. The pity. But he just takes another bite of food and watches me thoughtfully.

“Those sound like good reasons.”

I nod and look down at my plate, my appetite suddenly gone.

“My parents weren’t alcoholics,” Jacob says quietly. “But after my brother died, they lost themselves in their grief. They divorced. Father lives in Paris. Mother stayed in London. I was mostly raised by housekeepers. I was too old for a nanny.”

My eyes meet his, and in this moment I’ve never felt this kind of connection to another human being. There is no pity or disgust.

Just understanding.

“Are you about ready for dessert?” He smiles gently and I know that I could easily fall in love with this man.

“Ready when you are.”

chapter
8

He stands, pulls a freshly corked bottle of champagne from a bucket of ice, and uncovers a bowl of strawberries. “Follow me.”

“No glasses?”

“We don’t need them.” He leads me into one of the spare bedrooms and sets the bubbly and berries on a bedside table before turning to me. “I will make love to you in my bed tonight, but first we’re going to make a mess and I won’t have you sleeping in that.”

“Good plan.”

“Remove your clothes, Grace.” There’s no please at the end of the sentence, as it’s not a request. It’s a command, one I’m perfectly content to obey. I slip my sweater over my head, then shimmy out of my jeans and stand before him in just my bra and panties. He cocks a brow. “You’re not fully undressed.”

“You could help with these.”

“No.”

Now it’s my turn to cock a brow and turn my back to him. I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. All he can see is my naked back, and I hear him chuckle at my stubbornness as well as his own clothing rustling. Next I hook my thumbs in my panties, slowly working them over my hips and down my legs to step out of them.

“Turn around.”

I do and about swallow my tongue when I see his magnificent naked body standing before me. His erection is thick and heavy. His body is golden and firm, with little hair, and in the soft glow of the lamp beside the bed he reminds me of a Norse god.

“You are beautiful,” I whisper. His eyes flare and he reaches for me, lifts me into his arms and kisses me silly as I wrap my legs around his waist, his cock nestled against my core.

“I’m going to tease you in the most delicious of ways,” he murmurs softly as he pulls the covers back on the queen-size bed and lays me down gently. He plucks a strawberry out of the bowl and bites into it, then offers me the other half while it’s still propped in his teeth. I take a bite and as the juices flow down my chin, he kisses me, lapping at the sweet juice.

“Mmm . . . Grace and strawberries. Delicious.”

I grin and watch as he reaches for the champagne. “This is going to be cold,” he warns softly as he tips it over me and drizzles just a light stream of the cold, bubbly wine down my torso, between my breasts to my navel, then leans in and licks it up, nibbling and tugging on my skin.

“Jacob,” I breathe, and writhe beneath him.

“You’re right, that was rude.” He chuckles and tips the bottle, pouring just a sip into my mouth. “Another strawberry?”

He repeats the process from before, enjoying the red fruit with me, kissing me as we chew it, then pouring more wine on my belly.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he growls before pouring a small splash onto my pussy, sending my hips bucking into the air from the cold and the sensation of the liquid against my clit. He sets the bottle on the floor and dives in, lapping at my lips, gently tugging them with his teeth and sucking them again. He licks up to my clit and pushes two fingers inside me, finding my sweet spot.

“Oh fucking hell,” I whisper, lost to him and the delicious things he’s doing to me.

“That’s right, love. God, you’re bloody sexy.” I love how his accent thickens when he’s turned on. “Look at how pink your pussy is. How swollen.”

“My turn,” I whimper. God, I want to drive him as crazy as he’s making me.

“Your turn?”

“Fuck yes, I want to torture you for a while, Sir Baxter.”

He chuckles as he kisses up my body, settles in to suck, nibble, and generally torture my nipples, then kisses up my neck to my mouth.

“I think you’re stuck to me now,” I whisper against his lips. The champagne has turned sticky. He slowly peels himself off me and then flops onto his back and I reach for the strawberries.

I nibble the end off, then trace the fruit over Jacob’s nipples and navel. The juice runs down his sides but I don’t make a move to lick it up. Not yet.

“I like making a mess,” I murmur with a wicked grin.

“So I see,” he replies. “Are you going to clean it up?”

“Eventually.” I grab the champagne and tip it over his torso, drizzling it gently over his nipples and down to his navel. I lean in and lick around his navel, drink the champagne, and then nibble my way up to his nipples, sucking them gently. I reach down, grab his hard cock in my hand and give it two firm pumps, then brush my thumb over the tip and feel a bead of wetness.

“You like this.”

“I fucking love it, darling.” His green eyes are on fire as he stares down at me, watching me devour and explore his body. I move onto my knees at his side and push my ass in the air as my lips travel down the trail of hair to his cock. His hand cups my ass and rubs it softly, then slaps it firmly before caressing it again. “Your ass is brilliant.”

“I’m going to suck your cock, Jacob.”

With a growl, he pushes me back, and before I know it, he’s lifted me in his arms and is stalking through the suite to his master bathroom.

“Hey, I was having fun!”

“I need to get you into the shower, wash you off, and bury my cock inside you, love.”

His words thrill me, but he’s not off the hook. I want to suck his cock, and by God, I will.

He sets me on the counter, braces his hands on either side of my hips, and kisses me like a man starved. I grip his hips and hold on, riding the waves of lust that pour off of him.

Finally, he backs away, gasping, and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m going to turn on the shower. Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I can move.”

He grins wickedly, then turns away to start the water in the large glass-enclosed shower. The tile is green, the same color as his eyes.

When he’s satisfied with the temperature, he lifts me off the counter and carries me to the shower.

“I’m capable of walking. I can’t guarantee that I won’t fall on my ass, but I can walk.”

“I like carrying you,” he whispers, and presses his face to my neck before setting me on my feet. “You’re a tiny thing.”

“It’s a good thing, or it would hurt like a bitch when I fall.” I grin up at him, but sober when I see the intense look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head and reaches for a washcloth and soap. “Nothing at all. You’re just stunning in my shower. The green makes your eyes glow.”

He washes the champagne and strawberries off of my body, paying close attention to my breasts and pussy, and just when he’s about to wash himself, I shake my head and take the cloth from his hands.

“Oh no. My turn, handsome.”

He watches me quietly as I soap the cloth back up and run it over his chest, down his belly, and finally to his cock.

“Grace,” he warns me, but I sink to my knees and rinse him clean, then circle the tip with my tongue.

“Lean your hands on the tile and enjoy, Jacob.” He follows my direction and swears under his breath as I pump his cock slowly, steadily, and finally press my tongue to the base at the underside and lick along his thick vein to the tip. I pull him inside my mouth and sink down until I can feel him at the back of my throat, then move up and down, my lips firmly gripping him, milking him with every push and pull.

“Ah, fuck, love,” he whispers in awe. I look up into his eyes, so full of lust and affection, and I feel him harden even more in my mouth. I begin to jack him with my hand, and just when I feel his muscles quiver, he pulls away and yanks me to my feet. “I will not come in your mouth tonight, Gracie.” He kisses me hard, shuts off the water, and reaches for a towel. He dries me quickly, then runs the same towel over his body, tosses it aside, and lifts me back into his arms, cradling me against his chest.

“More dessert?” I ask with a smile.

“Fuck no. I need to be inside you.”

“Thank God.”

He laughs as he climbs onto his wide bed with me still in his arms and covers me with his large body. “You know, I wasn’t done sucking you.”

“Is that right?” He gets a new gleam in his eyes and suddenly reverses our position, turning me around so I’m facing his feet. He pulls my hips back until I’m hovering over his face. “Well, I won’t be left out.”

I circle his cock in my hand and lean down to take him in my mouth just as he laps at my core and we both moan in delight.

“Ah, God,” I whisper and sit up for just a moment, grinding my pussy on his face. “I’ve never done this before.”

He growls and gently pushes me back down, his hand planted on the center of my back, and I continue sucking him with a vengeance, pumping him with my hand and working him with my mouth. He inserts a finger inside me and I simply can’t take it anymore. I come hard, whimpering and panting. I reach over to his nightstand and pluck up one of the condoms he has set out, rip it open with my teeth, and sheathe him in it before crawling down his torso, and with my back still to him, sink down over him.

“That’s right, love. Ride me. God, look at your ass.” He cups my hips in his hands and guides me up and down. “You’re bloody beautiful, Grace.”

I brace my hands on his thighs and ride him hard, as though I’m chasing something that’s just out of my reach. Finally, I circle my clit with my fingertip and feel the tremors move through me as I bear down and clench him hard.

“Yes, come, Grace. Oh fuck!” He pushes hard up into me, lifting me up off my knees as he succumbs to his own release. I brace my hands on the bed between his legs and try to catch my breath, then shake my head and laugh.

“Holy shit.” Jacob lifts me off of him, and rolls me to the side so he can tuck me against him. He kisses my cheek, my neck and settles his lips against my ear.

“I’ll be right back.”

He moves from the bed and I can hear him in the bathroom, water running, toilet flushing. When he returns he scoops me back into his embrace and tucks me close to him. “Take a nap, darling. It’s going to be a long night.”

* * *

And a long night it was. I can’t believe I’m awake. Jacob fell back asleep about an hour ago after our last bout of vigorous sex. That man is a machine. I’ve lost count of how many times he woke me up, with either his tongue or his cock pressed to my core.

Not a bad way to wake up.

I’m leaving him today, going back to the real world. I know that I live only twenty minutes away, but it may as well be a world away. He’s a billionaire who owns a freaking ski resort. I’m a schoolteacher.

I’m not foolish enough to think that those two worlds can blend.

I manage to slide out of his embrace, pack my bag, and use the bathroom without waking him. I stand at the side of the bed and take him in, his gorgeous, messy blond hair with coppery streaks, his square jaw with that amazing stubble that feels great on the inside of my thighs. And his muscular body, naked from the waist up, the sheet covering his lower body.

I wish I could hear him call me darling or love one more time, or tease him by spewing out a bad imitation of an accent, but it’s better if I just go and avoid the whole awkward good-bye thing.

I tiptoe to the dining room and find a piece of paper and a pen and jot a quick note, dropping my purse to the floor with a loud clunk. I still and listen, my lip clenched to my teeth, praying I didn’t wake him.