begins to take shape. Peter will hate it, but I’ve never needed his fucking approval for anything! It’s all in the planning and execution.

“Have you ever been in a hot tub while it snowed?” I ask, closing my eyes

and imagining we’re a world away.

“You mean outside?”

“Of course.”

“No.” She scoffs incredulously. “That sounds crazy.”

“There’s nothing like it,” I tell her, opening my eyes to see she’s let herself relax. “Breathing in the cold air while you’re surrounded by warmth.”

“If you say so,” she says in a disbelieving tone.

“Every Christmas my parents would rent the same cabin in Vermont for a month,” I tell her. “And I would run through the freezing snow on the deck and jump into the hot tub.”

“You did this for fun?” she asks with a small smile, stretching out her legs and fully relaxing.

“Yes,” I tell her. Someday I will take her to the cabin in Vermont, which I now own. I know Lily would love the quaint shops in the small town of Pinetree, and the peacefulness of the woods the cabin is nestled in. It is close enough to the ski resort, but far enough away to be completely private—the perfect getaway.

“My family has a place in Colorado,” Lily says softly, telling me something I already know. The house is a large A-frame, with a side of glass looking out onto the local ski-slopes.

It’s an impressive house, I had attended several parties there thrown by her father’s company over the years, but nothing like my snug little cabin nestled in the woods.

“Really?” I ask, feigning ignorance. I reach down into the water and wrap my fingers firmly around one of her ankles. Ignoring her pull against my hold, I ask, “You ski?”

“What are you doing?”

I pretend not to hear her question, instead lifting her leg up to have a better grip. I begin to gently massage her foot as I tell her, “I prefer snowboarding.”

“Me too,” she agrees. I then watch her face as she attempts to suppress a moan of pleasure as I continue to knead the sole of her foot firmly.

“Relax,” I softly command, running one hand up her leg to massage her calf.

I watch as she struggles to follow my instructions. The pleasure I am giving

her wins out, and her leg goes weightless in my hand. “Good girl.”

11

LILY

I fight an internal battle as I struggle to suppress the moan caught in my

throat. The man’s strong fingers are working the instep of my foot and sending a wave of pleasure and relaxation throughout my body, relieving

tension I didn’t know I had. If I am not careful, under this man’s touch I will melt completely into the hot water.

I do not want to succumb, but this man has a way of relaxing me—even if he

scares and confuses the fuck out of me in the process. The biggest problem is that I cannot help but find the man attractive. With his perfect ass, defined jaw, and masculine eyebrows, which I have only just discovered can actually be sexy, I cannot help getting excited— aroused.

“How’s that?” the man asks, letting go of my foot and reaching for the other.

This time I do not fight him as he begins the same blissful treatment. Closing my eyes, I relax and let my body enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me. After the hell I have gone through these last few weeks, I deserve to steal as much enjoyment out of this man as possible.

Not only is my body betraying me, but my mind is beginning to play tricks

on me as well—liking, no loving, how this man listens to me as if he is truly interested in what I have to say, in my opinions and interests.

How many dates have I been on where all the guy talks or cares about is himself? I can’t count the number of times I have heard how accomplished my

date plans on being in ten years; world domination is a common theme. Or how

amazing he is at anything I mention doing or enjoying. If I say I have skied a black diamond, then he has skied a triple. It is nothing like that with this man.

Maybe it’s because he’s older, more mature and self-confident than the college-age guys I have been stuck dating these past few years. Whatever it may be, it is one of the most attractive things about this man.

“It’s time for dessert,” he says, letting go of my foot.

Opening my eyes, I see him grinning at me as he stands up in the tub, water

sloshing down all around him. I cannot help but focus on the large muscular thighs in front of me and the hard thick cock jutting out toward me. For some insane reason, I have the urge—something I have never had before—to lean forward and taste him.

“I’m going to eat your cunt, and you can have another orgasm,” he states confidently, and I shake my head as I look up to see his amused face staring down at me. He quirks his eyebrow, grins, and asks, “See something you like?”

“No,” I sputter, bending my knees up against my chest and wrapping my arms around them.

“Stop lying to me,” he growls, reaching down, grabbing my arms, and pulling me up to stand in front of him.

“I’m not,” I say, lying to us both.

Shivering suddenly, I am unsure if it is from the cold air or the thought of this man and his very erect cock.

“Let me get you warmed up,” he says and steps out of the tub. After quickly

wrapping a towel around his waist, he grabs another and wraps it tightly around my body before helping me out.

“Thank you,” I say as he begins to rub his large hands along my arms and back. I find myself stepping toward him, into his chest, toward his warmth.

The man’s palms find their way underneath my towel, and I cannot control the moan from slipping out as he firmly rubs the globes of my ass.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, growling softly in my ear and nipping at

it playfully.

My body obeys without me knowing it.