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Trapped In Temptation #1 (BBW Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Mac Flynn

I lay naked atop the silk covers. My thick thighs rustled the expensive sheets. Rough hands teasingly toyed with my full, pert breasts. I groaned and arched into his touch. It was so deliciously enticing, so wonderfully torturous. I wanted more touch. I craved for him to be inside me, taking me with unbridled passion. Every fiber of my being begged for him to make me his own, to do with me what he wished.
Trapped In Temptation #1 (BBW Alpha Billionaire Romance)
Trapped In Temptation #1 (BBW Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Mac Flynn
“Please. . .” I murmured. “Do you want the potatoes or the salad?” a shrill voice intruded on my dreaming. I started back, and the world around me came back into focus. I wasn’t in the arms of a gorgeous lover, but was instead standing in the line of the cafeteria located in the office building I worked at. In front of me stood one of the imposing cafeteria ladies, and before her were two trays. One had mashed potatoes, and the other salad. “Huh?” was my intelligent reply. “Did you want potatoes, salad, or both?” she growled at me. “Oh, um, potatoes-er, salad,” I told her. She plopped a skimpy serving of salad on my plate that would have disappointed a rabbit and turned to the person who stood beside me. That was my best friend, Carin. She was another slave to the office system, but one who took it with a lot more spirit. Her eternal optimism was for me a source of exasperation and admiration. Only Carin could walk into the office at eight in the morning with a smile on her face and a hello on her lips. Everybody else shuffled in with a look of homicide in their eyes and a snarl on their lips. “Potatoes, please,” she requested of the cafeteria woman. The behemoth smiled at my cheerful friend and slopped a large helping of the mush onto her plate. We turned away from the line of food and to the register. I glared at her potatoes. “How do you do it?” “Do what?” she asked me. “Get away with murder without actually murdering someone.” She sheepishly grinned and shrugged. “I guess I miss a lot and the person just kind of accidentally falls down the stairs.” “Uh-huh, and that’s how you get away with murder, by acting all innocent,” I playfully accused her as we slid into one of the dreary metal tables with the plastic white top. The cafeteria around us was the typical white-painted affair with shining floors waxed to a homicidal finish and round tables spaced at intervals so nobody could talk with anybody at any other table unless they were really, really desperate for a conversation. The cafeteria was located on the fourth floor of a forty-floor building and had a passable view of the busy street below. Large windows showed the weather was a touch frosty with a chance for more snow on top of the piles built up on the sidewalks and in the alleys. “So what were you thinking about?” Carin wondered. I choked on the mouthful of salad I’d just stuffed into my mouth. “W-what?” I sputtered. “I was wondering what you were thinking about in line. You know, when the lunch lady asked you what you wanted,” she persisted. I swallowed hard. The salad slid down like water-logged kelp. “Um, nothing.” She smiled and a mischievous twinkled slipped into her eyes. “Nothing?” “Y-yeah. I like to shut down my brain for a couple hours a day. I was just-um, just had bad timing.” Wow, if there was ever a lamer excuse I wouldn’t have believed it. “Are you sure you weren’t thinking about better things?” Carin wondered. “What? Other things? N-no, I don’t have anything else to think about except work and home,” I argued. She leaned over the table towards me and lowered her voice. Her eyes looked into mine with that devilish twinkle. “Are you sure you weren’t thinking about-” “Guys? Hell no!” I shook my head so hard my feet felt the whiplash. “Why would I need to think about guys? I’m perfectly. . .happy. . .” I noticed Carin had paused and she looked at me with an expression of bewilderment. “You weren’t going to say guys, were you?” She shook her head. I groaned and lay my forehead on the table. “Me and my big mouth. . .” I muttered. Carin patted me on the shoulder. “Maybe you really do need that vacation I was going to suggest,” she mused. I raised my head and an eyebrow. “A vacation in this city doesn’t sound all that exciting.” She smiled and shook her head. “Not in the city, out in the mountains. I know a great place where you can ski and sled and meet a ton of cute guys.” I frowned and slid down in my seat so my chin rested on the top of the table. “I don’t need a guy. . .” I mumbled. “What about exercise?” “I don’t need exercise.” “What about fun?” “I don’t need fun.” Carin looked at me with the patience of a saint in her eyes. “Crystal, what could a little vacation hurt? Who knows, you might hurt yourself on a trail and your knight-in-shining armor will come to save you.” I snorted. “And he’ll come in on his white horse to carry me away.” She grinned and nodded. “Yep!” I raised my head and folded my arms across my chest. “I’m not doing it.” She leaned in close and fluttered her eyes. “Come on. Do it for me?” I pressed my lips in a pout and looked away. “No.” She leaned to the side to catch my eyes and her lower lip quivered. “Pretty please?” Those Bambi eyes. That pouting lip. I couldn’t resist her cuteness. My shoulders slumped and I sighed. “All right, you win. I’ll do it. I’ll go on a vacation.” Carin squealed and wrapped her arms around me. “You won’t regret it!” * * * A week later I wanted to make her eat those words with a cold side dish of vengeance. “Take a vacation, she said. Try out skiing, she said. . .” I muttered to myself as I squinted out the snow-covered, wind-whipped windshield. It was a week since the talk and I was on a mountain pass on my way to the fabled land of exercise and hot guys in metal cans. Outside my car windows was anything but hot. Tall pine trees pushed up against either side of the two-lane highway, and their branches were loaded with snow. The white stuff covered the ground with three feet of itself, and more came down from the dark sky in a good imitation of a blizzard as I puttered my way along the icy roads. I passed the last snow plow twenty minutes before, and the last oncoming car five minutes after that. No one followed me, and the weak light grew weaker as night threatened to win over day. My hands clutched the wheel so tight that my knuckles turned white. I leaned over the wheel and squinted into the fast-falling snow. Visibility was lower than the Mariana Trench and even at my slow speed I felt the wheels slip and slide above the icy road. “Come on, Crystal, you can do it. . .” I muttered as I drifted along. “You can do it. You can-oh shit!” The drifting was made quite real as I lost control of the ability to turn. Lady Luck thumbed her nose at me and put a turn in the road in my path. I turned the wheel, but the car didn’t turn with me. A giant ditch loomed ahead of me. This was it. This was how I would die. Not trapped in a candy factory like I always dreamed, but on a god-forsaken mountaintop in the middle of a blizzard that could keep a snowball frozen in hell. I closed my eyes and braced for impact. The passenger side of my car hit first. Every tense nerve in my body whipped forward as the wheels dove into the white abyss. Piles of snow fell down over part of the car. It was over in a second, but the second felt like an hour to me. I dared open an eye and looked around me. I was still in one piece, but I was also seated at an angle. Snow was piled over the top of the passenger side window. I raised my head and let it down on the car horn. My body ached with the jarring stop of the crash. I grabbed the handle on the door and tried to open it to get out and access the damage, but the door wouldn’t budge. Snow lay against the side. To free myself I’d need to break the window or pray for an early spring. I opted for a breather to calm my nerves. “It’s all right, Crystal. You’re all right,” I whispered to myself. Something caught my eye through my door window, and I turned to see a shadowy figure looming over me. I did the only practical thing and screamed my head off. 2 The shadow stooped in the snow and the face of a handsome man came into focus. There was a bright smile on his face that wiped away my fear, and his blue eyes were captivating. He wore a large, heavy coat that couldn’t hide his slim, well-built physique. His hair that wasn’t covered by his cap was a dirty blond, and he wore boots and gloves. “You honked?” he asked me. I was too dumbfounded to speak. Maybe I’d died and gone to heaven, and this was my guiding angel. “One sec and I can get you free,” he told me. He pawed at the snow in front of the door and pulled at the handle. The door came out and I was free of my metal prison. I was so happy to be free and see a face that didn’t belong to a yeti that I launched myself out of the car and into the arms of my rescuer. We tumbled into the snow and I ended up on top of him. He lay on his back and was partially buried in the snow. My rescuer wheezed and coughed out bits of the white fluff. A smile graced his lips as his blue eyes looked into mine. “Is that a thank-you or are you trying to tell me you don’t like me?” he teased. “Oh! Sorry!” I pushed off from him to stumble back. My pushing shoved him deeper into the snow until he had made an impression a foot deep in the ditch. He sat up and brushed the snow from the arms of his jacket. “You must have been trapped there a while,” he commented. I shook my head. “No, but long enough to be worried.” He tried to stand, but his position was unstable. The snow kept moving on him. He stretched out his hand to me. “A little help here?” he pleaded. I grabbed his hand, stiffened my legs, and yanked back. He pushed off his his free hand, and our combined powers was a little stronger than I expected. My rescuer flew from the snow and tumbled into me. I fell back into the drifts, and ate snow and his jacket. His body spread out over me and he raised himself on his arms. There was a mischievous grin on his tasty lips. “We seem to be in some sort of an infinite swing,” he mused. “I wish it would’ve stopped on the other swing,” I returned. The wetness from the snow sank into my coat and I shivered. “Can we break this vicious cycle and just get back into my car?” I pleaded. He stood and helped me to my feet. This time we didn’t go tumbling into the snow. “Actually, my truck’s just over there.” He nodded in the direction of the road. I looked past him at a large white pickup truck that idled on the road. My knight with a white horse had arrived. I turned my attention back to him and smiled. “Any way you can give a poor girl a lift before the snowmen try to woo her?” He smiled and gave a nod. “I’d like nothing better than to save a damsel in distress, especially one so beautiful.” I blushed so hard I was surprised the snow around me didn’t melt. “Can we skip the chit-chat until we-we-achoo!” I sneezed hard enough to give myself whiplash. The stranger wrapped his arms around me and led me to the running truck. “I think that’s my cue to get you into my truck.” “But my bags-” “I can get your bags, but what I don’t want is for you to get a cold on my watch. I’m not that great of a patient, and even worse a nurse,” he told me. I imagined him in a slimming male-nurse’s outfit, and the image warmed me in not-unpleasant ways. His eyes flickered down at my face and he frowned. “Do you have a fever? Your face is red.” I shook my head and rubbed my palms against my cheeks. “N-no, just thinking of-um, warm places.” Like him inside my body. That dirty little tempting thought made the heat inside me worse. “All right, but don’t think so hard that you combust on me,” he teased. We reached his pickup and he helped me into the tall cab. He shut the door and I watched him flounder back into the snow and grab my few bags. Good thing I traveled light. He shut the car door and returned to the pickup where he put my bags on top of his own in the back seat. “You travel light for a girl,” he teased as he slid into the driver’s seat. “I wish I hadn’t been traveling at all,” I quipped. “It is pretty bad, isn’t it? I don’t know how much farther ol’ Bessy can take it, herself,” he mused as he patted the top of the dashboard. “Do you know how far it is to the High Mountain Lodge?” I asked him. He turned to me with a smile and a raised brow. “So you’re going there, too?” “Yeah. I’m supposed to be on a relaxing vacation, but I’m not seeing much of the relaxing part,” I told him. “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’ve still got about twenty miles until we reach the lodge, and it’ll be night in ten minutes,” he revealed. I cringed. “So do we wait it out here or keep going?” He shook his head. “If we keep going we’ll end up in a rerun of your accident. I’ll keep driving until it’s too dark to see, and you keep your eyes out for the hunters’ cabins I know are up here. They’re about thirty yards off the road on either side, if they aren’t buried up to their chimneys in snow.” “And occupied by anybody else who’s dumb enough to be up here,” I added. The stranger pressed his foot slowly on the pedal and we creaked forward. “I was the last vehicle allowed on the pass from our side, and I doubt anybody else will be coming from the other direction,” he revealed. “So we’re essentially the last two people on the mountain?” I guessed. That sly smile of his slipped onto his lips and his eyes flickered to me. “Possibly the last two people in the world.” I snorted. “So the fate of our entire species rests on our shoulders? I admit my shoulders are a little broad, but that’s a pretty heavy burden.” One of his eyes scrutinized my appearance while the other kept on the road. I squirmed under his careful, thorough gaze. “I can think of a lot of worse fates,” he quipped. “Like what?” He nodded out the window where the snow kept its steady falling. “Like getting stuck in this blizzard. If we don’t find a cabin soon we’ll have to sleep in the truck. I haven’t tried it yet, and I’d rather not start now.” I peered out the windows for a sign of anything that wasn’t white-colored. “I’ll look, but I charge by the hour for being a spotter,” I teased. He chuckled. “I can afford it. And speaking of myself, I haven’t introduced myself. The name’s Nick Frost. I’d shake your hand, but-” he nodded at the wheel where clutched both his hands. “My name’s Crystal,” I told him. “Is that a first or last name?” “First.” “Did your parents forget the last name?” “No, but we only just met,” I pointed out. He raised an eyebrow. “And we’re completely alone on a mountain top in the middle of a blizzard. If I wanted to do something to you that you wouldn’t like then I wouldn’t be trying to drive us out of this mess,” he returned. I furrowed my brow. He had a couple of good points. “Smith.” Mr. Frost frowned. “I know we only just met, but you have to trust me enough to at least give me your real name.” I snorted. “That is my real name. Crystal Smith.” He blinked at the windshield. “Smith?” “Smith.” “You were hiding Smith?” I sheepishly smiled and shrugged. “An ordinary name for an ordinary woman.” “I’ll be the judge of that, but have you spotted anything? We should be getting to one of the cabins soon,” he reminded me. I turned my attention back to the windows. My eyes swept over the area as we puttered through the thick snow. Even his truck couldn’t break twenty miles an hour without starting to fish-tail along the slick road. I pursed my lips and squinted my eyes. Wait! I jabbed a finger at the left side of the road and thirty yards off where the road should end. “There!” Frost slowed the truck and followed my finger. He leaned over the wheel and squinted at what I pointed out. It was the brown, steep roof of a squat log cabin. A road filled three-feet deep with snow led through the trees and to the front door. I could just make out some windows on the front and a stone chimney on the roof. A smile lit up his face and he nodded. “Good job. That’s just the cabin I was looking for. Let me just park here and we can get out and take a look at it.” “Park in the middle of the road?” I questioned him. “It’s safer than the sides where we might slip into the ditch,” he pointed out. He stopped the truck and jumped out. I followed suit and joined him on the driver’s side of the truck. “Looks intact, but we’ll have to get a closer look before we move in. You stay with the truck in case somebody should come by,” he advised. “All right, but if you’re not back in ten minutes I’m sending out the dogs,” I warned him. Frost chuckled and trudged forward. He dove into the deepest settled snow and worked his way through the thick white stuff. I watched the road, but mostly him. Even with the deep snow I could still admire his rear, and I had to admit it wasn’t too bad. Frost ended his journey at the door and pushed the snow from the entrance. He squeezed inside and, though he was only out of sight, I felt oppressively alone. I wrapped my coat tighter around myself and looked down both sides of the road. There was nothing but the softly falling snow and the ghostly trees for company. The feared night fell as I waited, and my heart lifted when, in the darkening gloom, I saw Frost’s shadow emerge from the cabin. He hurried back to me with a smile on his face and his clothes soaked to the skin. “It’s dry in there. We’ll pack our supplies inside and wait out the storm,” he proposed. I rubbed my arms and shivered. “Sounds better than staying out here.” He looked me over with a careful sweep of his eyes. “You’re sure you’re okay?” I managed a smile and nodded. “Yeah, just-well, everything’s pretty quiet out here,” I admitted. Frost grinned and a teasing look slipped into his eyes. “Well, I’ll keep talking while we pack our supplies into our new home.” I snorted. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking forward to dining on my underwear.” He chuckled. “I have something that doesn’t have as much fiber, but it tastes better.” I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” He nodded at the rear of the truck. “Let me show you.” 3 Frost led me over to the truck and pulled down the tailgate. I peeked inside and noticed some short boxes stacked on top of one another on one side, and a box labeled coffee beside them. He nodded at the stack. ““I hope you don’t mind donuts, and the coffee powder with water was supposed to help them slide down.” I snorted. “Have you looked at me lately?” His eyes swept over me and so did that familiar warmth that came with the look of admiration in his gaze. “That goes without saying, but I must warn you they are delicious.” I turned to him and pointed a thumb at the supplies. “So what exactly are you doing with a bed full of donuts?” He sheepishly smiled and shrugged. “I was supposed to be hosting a conference about now, but the blizzard had other plans.” “And they desperately needed coffee and donuts sent over the pass?” I wondered. “The lodge is notorious for skimping on their coffee powder, and the donuts are the best in the state,” he told me. He looked up at the dark sky. “Maybe we should save any other questions for after we get settled into the cabin. Otherwise we won’t be able to tell the difference between a donut and a bolt.” A chill wind blew past us and swept through my aching, stiff bones. “Good point. I’ll get the bags and you grab the grub.” I grabbed my essential bag and his, and he managed to pile the donuts into his arms with the box of coffee on the top. Frost led me down his path to the cabin and I caught a better rear view of his-well, rear. It was even cuter up close. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t exactly horny, but it kept me warm admiring his assets. We reached the cabin and squeezed through the door. Emphasis on the squeeze part for me. I wasn’t exactly thin and the door wasn’t exactly a two-lane highway. I wiggled my jiggle and inched into my new abode. My first look told me it almost wasn’t worth the effort. The cabin was a single room with a large stone fireplace at the rear, and fourth-hand furniture close around the hearth. One the left side was a kitchen, if you could call a rusted sink and a table with four chairs a kitchen, and on the right was a single large wooden double bed. On the same wall as the bed were stacked a half dozen cots for the poor saps how drew the shorter straws. The whole place was covered in dust and smelled of bug repellent. The only source of light were the windows at my back. Beside the fireplace was a stack of dry wood and kindling. Frost strode over to those. Draped over a couch that stood in front of the hearth was a warm-looking woolen blanket. I dropped the bags behind the couch, snatched the blanket off the back and was doused with a healthy dose of dust. It flew into my face and stuck to my wet clothes. Frost turned at my coughing and choked on a laugh. “I guess the hunters don’t believe in tidying the place up for the winter,” he mused. I dropped the dusty blanket and waved my hand in front of my face to dispel the dust cloud around me. “I don’t think they believe in tidying the place up, period,” I retorted. He snatched a flint lighter from the mantle and knelt in front of the dark fireplace. “No, but they know wood when they find it. I should have a good fire going in no time,” he told me. With the dust cleared I watched him pile sticks, and stuff them with kindling and paper. “So you get stuck on mountaintops often?” I wondered. He paused to look over his shoulder. His eyes swept over me and there was a sly smile on his face. “Not often, and never in such fine company,” he returned. I blushed under his scrutinizing gaze and my hands fidgeted in my lap until I told them to knock it off. “I-I suppose a skinny girl would have gotten blown away in that blizzard.” He chuckled and returned to his reenactment of a cave-man movie. “Probably. It’s going to be a bad storm before it’s over.” I felt the color drain from my face. “You mean it’s not going to finish any time soon?” Small popping and crackling noises came to my ears, and there was a faint glow in front of him. He blew on the glow, and flames erupted. He leaned back and the flickering light shined on his smile. “That should do it. We can change out of our wet clothes and hang them here to dry,” he suggested. I felt the color drain from my face. “But there’s no other room to change in,” I pointed out. “I would suggest outside, but it’s a little cold,” he teased. I whipped my head left and right. Nowhere to run or hide. I returned my attention to my decidedly male companion. “You have to promise to look away.” Frost stood and crossed his finger over his heart. “And hope to die,” he swore. “All right, turn around.” He turned so he faced the mantle. I grabbed my bag and ruffled through it for my extra pair of pants. In a thrice I whipped them out, unbuttoned the wet ones I wore, and slipped them off me. My eyes watched my companion, but he only rocked on his heels and whistled. “You’re not helping,” I scolded him. “Hmm?” he returned. “By whistling,” I explained. “Oh, sorry.” I hopped into one pant leg and then another. A quick button and zip, and I was done. “All right, you can turn around now.” He turned and walked around the couch to his bag beside mine. “Now it’s my turn.” “No looking, right?” I teased. Frost paused and tilted his head up to grin at me. “Only if you don’t want to.” I blushed and spun around so I faced away from him and at the lone bed. “I-I’m fine,” I replied. “Suit yourself,” he quipped. I heard rustling behind me. My imagination conjured up images of sexy, flexing muscles slipping out of his tight jeans and shirt. I felt heat pool between my legs as my mind’s eye ran up and down his lithe, naked body. His body rippled with sweat and he would wrap his arms around me- “Whoa there, Crystal. . .” I whispered to myself. “You say something?” Frost asked me. “Just-um, just talking to myself,” I replied. “Oh? Mind if I join the conversation?” he teased. “Yeah, it’s-well, it’s ladies only,” I told him. “I see.” He resumed his clothing, and I resumed my curiosity. After a few seconds I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know. I slowly leaned to one side and changed a glance over my right shoulder. He faced the back of the couch and stood in only his tight briefs. That left little to my imagination, and my eyes gobbled up all the sexy muscles I saw. There was the perfect ass, nice and tight, and the strong hips, perfect for thrusting. I whipped my head away. There were those thoughts again, the ones that didn’t have a chance in hell of happening. “All right, I’m finished,” Frost told me. I turned to him and slapped a strained smile on my face. He nodded to the food he’d placed on the kitchen table. “Now what about dinner?” he asked me. “Sure, but how much can we eat? I have to worry about surviving on my fat?” I insisted. He stood and brushed the dust off his pants. “Probably not. Besides, I happen to like you the way you are.” I blushed harder and turned away to stare at an interesting knot in the wood floor. “You’re the only one. . .” I mumbled. I started back when a hand interrupted my vision. It was held out for me to grab. My eyes followed the arm up to his smiling face and teasing blue eyes. “You look hungry. Let’s see if I can make as good a coffee as a fire,” he suggested. I blinked at him, but took his hand. He pulled me off the couch and over to the kitchen area. There was an old coffee kettle on the counter, and he pushed a box of donuts towards me. “You start on these, I’ll start on the coffee.” I munched away on a large claw of a bear while I watched him dole out copious amounts of ground coffee into the kettle. “Do you generally drink your tar like that?” I asked him. “I usually have a machine to do it for me so I’m not really sure of the quantities,” he admitted. I stuffed the rest of the donut into my mouth, and snatched both the coffee and the kettle from him. “I’d better handle this before we choke to death on a drink,” I suggested. He stepped away from me and bowed at the waist. “I will accede to your demands, my lady.” 4 With a little help from some melted snow and the open, crackling fire I had a decent batch of coffee to go with our donut meal. We each took a cushion of the short couch and munched to our heart’s content. The glow of the fire gave enough light so we could see each other, but dark shadows ruled the corners of the large room. The quiet was a little oppressive, so I struck up a conversation. “You said you were taking this stuff for a conference. What was it going to be about?” I asked him. “I was to meet with some investors who wanted to buy shares in my company,” he told me. I paused in my dinner and raised an eyebrow at him. “You own a company?” He smiled and nodded. “Yes, quite a big one. I deal in pastries mostly. These donuts were made in one of my factories.” My mouth dropped open and a little donut dribbled out. “You’re the Nick Frost? The owner of Frost Frostings?” “Guilty as charged,” he admitted. “Aren’t you worth a billion dollars?” “Two, but who’s counting?” “A bunch of accountants and your investors,” I quipped. Frost chuckled. “I stand corrected, but now it’s your turn. I’ve told you my deepest, darkest shame of being a billionaire, but I don’t know anything about you except your name. Any boyfriend waiting for you at the end of the mountain trail?” I snorted and shook my head. “No, not even a hamster.” “What do you do for a living?” I shrugged. “I’m an office worker at a department store. I pretty much push papers all day, go home, rinse and repeat.” “Not the glamorous life you dream about?” he teased. “Only if you call glamorous when somebody comes in complaining about their paycheck being two cents off and threatening to sic the unions on us,” I quipped. “It sounds like your job has its ups and downs,” he returned. “More downs than ups,” I admitted. I shook myself and leaned back against the couch. A bitter smile slipped onto my lips. “I must be boring you with my middle-class problems.” He shook his head. “Not at all. Only a few years ago I was eating ramen and buying anything that had a coupon for fifty-percent off. Then Lady Luck smiled on me and I hit it big with a little cake shop I started with a friend.” “Got any of that luck to spare?” I teased. He chuckled. “It’s more than just luck. It’s perseverance. You have to want something badly enough to earn it.” I noticed his eyes swept over my when he said that. I blushed and turned my gaze to the fire. “So what about you and the end of that mountain trail? The Mrs. Frosting Queen didn’t want to come up here with you?” “She would if I had one, but I’m still cooking for myself,” he told me. “So no wife?” “No wife. Not even a dog.” I looked back to him and noticed his gaze was focused on into the fire. There was melancholy in the depths of those beautiful eyes. “The ladies must be falling all over you,” I mused. He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yes. They fall down hoping they’ll trip me into matrimony, but I’ve seen enough vipers to know a snake when it slithers up to me.” He shook himself and turned to me with a smile. “But here I am moaning about my lot in life when I’ve got a lot to be grateful for.” I shrugged and sipped on my coffee. “Loneliness knows no tax bracket. Besides, I’m sure you’ll find some girl not out to get your riches, you just have to look past the gold-diggers.” He paused an his eyes swept over me with that careful, penetrating gaze of his. I could see how he could command enough respect to build a frosting empire. “I might just follow your advice.” “Of course you should. It’s my advice, and as you know I am never wrong,” I quipped to cover up my nervousness. He chuckled. “That’s a conversation always best left for another time. Right now I think we should get to bed.” “Flip you for the bed and couch?” I teased. He set his coffee mug on a small table in front of the couch and shook his head. “No. As gallant as I should be with the bed I think we should sleep together.” My eyes bulged out of my head. “S-sleep together?” “Yes, for the body heat. That fire won’t stay lit all night and this cabin will probably feel colder than outside. We should gather our body heat to avoid much loss, as they say in business,” he explained. “Oh! The body heat! Right! I know that!” I twittered. I juggled my coffee mug between my shaking hands and finally set it on the coffee table. “So, um, we go to bed now?” “Unless you want to keep talking about our love lives,” he teased. “Right. Bed it is.” I jumped to my feet and looked down at myself. I still wore my jeans and shirt. “I think I’ll just stay in these clothes.” “If you want. I’m sure our combined body heat and some dusted blankets will let you wear anything you want. Or nothing,” he mused. “I-I’m fine. Who gets the wall?” “I will,” he offered. Frost stood and grabbed a few blankets that lay over the couch. He stepped outside and gave them a good shake to dust them. The blankets were spread over the bed with its single mattress and wood frame. Frost removed his shoes and coat, and climbed under the blankets. I stood off to the side and smiled at how he looked tucked under so many layers. “How’s the water?” I teased. “Warm. Come on in,” he returned. I took off my shoes and socks, and slipped under the covers. The bed was too narrow to avoid touching him, but I tried my best to lean over the side without falling off. “Very comfortable,” I agreed as I clung to the wooden side boards. “You’ll fall out that way,” he scolded me. “I’m fine-hey!” He’d wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back against his chest. “Let go! I was fine!” “You were not fine and you’re as stiff as a board. Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured me. I squirmed in his arms. “That’s what all the crazed murderers say right before they try to ax the heroine!” I protested. “Yes, but I’m the hero, remember? The murderer doesn’t save their intended victim from a snow-bound car,” he reminded me. I stopped my struggles, but glared at him over my shoulder. “You could at least not hold me.” He grinned back. “But I’m comfortable.” “Your arms are going to go numb,” I warned him. “You’re not as heavy as you think you are.” “Maybe you’re stronger than you think.” “Maybe you need someone around to tell you you’re beautiful more often than you tell yourself you’re ugly,” he scolded me. I turned my face away from him and stuck my lips out in a pout. “I tell myself that because it’s true.” He caught my chin between two fingers and turned my head so I faced him again. His eyes sparkled with mischief and something more, something deeper and warmer. “It’s not true, and I’m going to prove it to you.” He leaned down and caught my lips in a passion-filled kiss. We meshed our lips together in a soft duel and I turned around to face him so I could deepen the kiss. He pulled me closer and my breasts pushed against his hard chest. After a few moments I broke the kiss and gasped for breath. “You. . .you do this a lot to girls you just met?” I teased him. He smiled down at me and brushed a wisp of my hair from my face. “Only the beautiful ones.” He captured my lips in another searing kiss. My body ached with the tortured need I felt for him. I groaned and leaned against him. His hand slid down my clothed body and slipped beneath my shirt. He toyed with my bra before his fingers dipped beneath the flimsy cloth. He massaged my breast slowly, achingly slowly. I pushed my mound into his palm, encouraging him to feel me. Nick pulled away from me and pulled my shirt over my head. His deft hands unclasped my bra and my upper half was naked to him. I covered my folds of fat with my hands and looked away, too embarrassed by my imperfect body to show it to him. “Not that. Not with me,” he cooed. He pulled my hands away and lay me on my back while he hovered above me. He leaned down and captured one of my buds in his mouth. His warm lips suckled me. My body ignited with sensual heat. It pooled between my legs and left me with a feeling such aching need that I clawed at his shirt. He tossed that aside for me and I reveled in the feel of his warm flesh in my hands. One of his hands slid down and unbuttoned my pants. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband and through the coarse hair to the folds between my legs. I jumped when he grazed my sensitive nub. Sensual pleasure swept over my body and left me with chills. I clutched his shoulders and moaned as he rubbed his finger against my nub, teasing me with promises of what he could give to me. My hips thrust in time with his finger and the ache inside me grew worse. I needed him inside me, one with me. “Please,” I whimpered. He lifted his head from my breast and I could see he gasped for breath. His eyes were ablaze with a lustful fire, but he strained to contain himself. His voice was hoarse with his need. “Please what?” he asked me. “Please take me.” That was the final key to unlock our demanding desire for one another. I don’t remember how our clothes flew off, but in a moment we were both naked beneath the covers. He draped his body over mine and his member teased my hot, wet opening. I wrapped my thick thighs around his waist and squirmed. I wanted, no, needed for him to take me, to make me his. He raised himself on his arms and his eyes swept over me. He laid me bare with his heated gaze, and I shivered beneath such heat. “So beautiful,” he whispered. I blushed as he lowered himself atop me and slowly penetrated my body. He pushed himself deep inside me, and my warm walls captured him in their loving embrace. He paused and shuddered. “So. . .tight. . .” he gasped. I brushed his hair through my fingers and rubbed our cheeks together. “So right,” I moaned into his ear. He pulled out and penetrated me, deeper this time. His strokes slid against my sensitive nerves, and each slide was a taste of lustful heaven. My body trembled and begged for more. More of him, more of our lovemaking, more of us. He pushed faster and our hips slid against each other, helped by our sweat-soaked bodies. I arched my back and moaned as he pressed again and again into me, each thrust more desperate and demanding than the one before it. His grunts filled the air as sweet music that made my body tremble with lust. We needed to be one, to know each other as only lovers could know one another. “Oh god. Oh god. . .” I murmured as each push from my lover sent thrills through my body. He quickened his speed. Each penetrating stroke demanded I yield to him, to our joined, lustful desire. The ache was too much. I needed satisfaction, and I needed him with me. “Yes! More! Oh god, more!” He grunted and thrust faster. Our slow love-making turned to a demanding rut as we each tried to make the other come with us. Feral thrust after feral thrust made my body quake with lust-filled tremors of a pleasure I couldn’t imagine but longed to know. I ached for and dreaded the fulfillment of his lustful passions. I couldn’t stop him in his wild thrusts, nor did I want to. Each penetration brought me closer to sweet, sensual fulfillment. All I could do was pet his hair and murmur into his ear words of encouragement. “Yes. That’s it. Oh god, yes. Faster. Oh my god yes!” I leaned my head back and reveled in the tremors that wracked my body with their sensual vibrations. “Take me! Yes! Yes!” My body exploded into sweet, lustful orgasm. Waves crashed over my flesh and left me filled with pure, sensual pleasure. He thrust wildly into me, heightening my bliss until I knew nothing but him inside me stroking me hard and fast. I thrashed and screamed his name to the secluded cabin. He was my god and I his servant, and oh god did the worship feel good. He finally spilled into me and fell atop me. I wheezed at the feel of his heavy, limp weight as it oozed over me. He wrapped his arms around me, slid onto his side and took me with him so I was pressed against his warm chest. I snuggled against him and smiled. “Not bad,” I teased. He chuckled. “Not bad at all.” My smile faltered as I thought about tomorrow and a few tears sprang into my eyes. “So what happens now?” I wondered. “Now we wait out the storm.” “No, I meant with us.” He pulled me to half an arm’s length and his twinkling eyes smiled down on me. “Have you ever thought about dating a frosting king?” I snorted and wiped away my few annoying tears. “Not really, but I’m willing to give it a chance.” And that was the start of a long and beautiful relationship that ended with me obtaining the title ‘queen of frosting.’

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