Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
As soon as the doubt crosses my mind, he’s kissing me, and everything changes. I forget all my usual moves. Forget where we are. Forget my name. He takes control without apology, and I give it to him without hesitation. It should terrify me, but it doesn’t.
I’m usually half the size of my partners, skinnier and slighter, but I’ve always taken the lead. This man handles me, dragging me off the desk and lowering us both until I’m straddling him in the nearest chair and clinging to him. I never cling.
“This is insane,” he growls against my mouth when I rock into him. Both of our cocks are hard as stone. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” I tangle my hands in his hair, caressing his shoulders through his shirt and squeezing the biceps that flex at my touch. “I shouldn’t be doing this with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone who leaves in the middle of songs. Who doesn’t enjoy holiday parties and puts me on his lap without asking if I’ve been good this year. The opening was right there, Santa Baby, and you missed it.”
His grunt of surprise makes me grin.
“Have you been good?” he asks huskily, scanning my face for the answer.
“Give me a few minutes and you won’t need to ask.” I kiss him again, loving the rasp of his stubble against my skin. Then he buries his face in my neck while I reach for the button of his pants. “I’m going to have marks from this beard you’re growing.”
“I’ll shave,” he promises, breathing me in. “Let me take you back to my room and I’ll shave first. The hotel isn’t far.”
He’s staying at a hotel. I was right. He’s not local.
“Don’t you dare shave,” I order, working my hand between our bodies. “Just let me…”
He swears as I finally get his pants open and take him in hand.
“I was right about your nickname,” I breathe. “You are a sexy beast.”
He hisses in pleasure. “I need to touch you. See all of you. Let me take you back to my room.”
“Let me take you right here.” I keep my grip while sliding out of his lap and onto my knees between his thighs.
“Fuck.”
“Not yet,” I say, licking my lips. “First, tell me how this feels in Turkish.”
The sudden tension in his thighs is hard to miss. “How did you know I was speaking Turkish?”
Oddly, it hit me as he was kissing me. “There’s this show I watch. Eda and Serkan are a trip,” I mutter distractedly, staring at his erection, which is my new favorite thing. “Don’t worry, it’s got subtitles. I have no idea what you were actually saying so you don’t have to kill me.”
Before he can respond to that I lower my head, wrapping my lips around him and taking him as deep as I can.
He instantly starts murmuring in Turkish and, if I weren’t kneeling, my knees would have buckled. This man is perfect. His taste. His response to me. I’m tempted to go with him. To spend hours, maybe days, in his hotel room, enjoying this feeling.
Days?
That doesn’t sound like me. But this kind of desire isn’t usual for me either. Excitement thrums through my body and I suck harder on his shaft, drawing a raw, arousing sound from his throat. I’m going to spend the night with him. Something tells me I’ll regret it forever if I don’t.
A minute later, as I feel the tension rising in him, his hands tightening tellingly, deliciously, in my hair, a furious pounding on the office door breaks through the passion clouding my brain. “Win! Win, damn it, are you in there?”
I pull back, blinking up at my now-scowling dragon in confusion as the pounding continues. “Win, please!”
“Connor?” That’s when I hear a woman shouting raggedly somewhere outside the office. It sounds like Kate. “What the hell?”
I’m on my feet in an instant, racing for the door. When I throw it open, Connor is standing there, looking terrified. Is that blood on his hands? “Win, you’ve got to come now. It’s Bex.”
CHAPTER THREE
Two months later…
“I’m lost.”
It needs to be said out loud. The situation is too ludicrous not to be shared. So farfetched, you would think it was a movie instead of real life. Scrappy social studies teacher leaves city to visit mountain resort for stupid reasons. Accidentally freezes to death and probably won’t get paid. A play within a play within a ski lodge.
If I survive this, Bex is really going to owe me.
“The movie will be an instant classic though,” I say, shivering as I shamble through the snow like a one-legged zombie. “They’ll call it Skinny Winnie and the Ski Lodge Mistake. Or maybe Secrets, Spies and Stupidity. Timothée Chalamet can play the lead. Tom Holland, if I’m lucky.”