Page 88 of The More the Merrier

She checked her watch, an hour to go. She packed up her belongings and called for the front desk to place them in safekeeping until she came back later to collect them. Her plans cemented, Claire took one last look around her room before closing the door for the last time.

She arrived at the roundabout a few minutes early and there was no Gregor in sight, but Atticus was there. His sexy smile sent the butterflies from her stomach to torture her pulsing pussy. It was hard to believe she would never see that gorgeous face again.

“What happened last night? I was surprised when you didn’t turn up and instead was met by a very intimidating king.”

Atticus laughed. “Are you saying I’m not intimidating?” Then he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I assure you, I am very intimidating, perhaps my naughty girl needs a reminder?”

The threat offered by his soft purr sent quivers down her spine and right between her thighs. She felt her panties dampen in response to both.

“I see you enjoy being reprimanded by Daddy. I promise you, today’s experience will offer you a ton of pleasure.”

Before she could inquire as to what he meant by that. He was tugging her hand towards a snowmobile. She’d told Gregor she would meet him here; would he be mad when she disappeared with Ati?

“What about Gregor?” she managed while he did up her helmet.

Speak of the devil. Claire looked behind her to see Gregor arriving, his eyes burning with lust when they landed on her. She gulped at the feral glare before his eyes turned to Atticus, some unspoken communication was shared between the two men.

“He’s fine, let’s go, we have things to see, and things to do.” Ati wiggled his eyebrows at her meaningfully.

Claire broke out in a peal of laughter and hugged him tight when he climbed aboard. Her spirit soared as the town disappeared behind them. She could forget for a while longer what she was about to do and what that meant for her moving forward.

Atticus sped through the forest as he expertly wound his way up the mountain. Claire clung to him not just because of the breakneck speed at which they traveled but also because, despite her layers, she was freezing.

She could smell the ice in the air that grew stronger the higher they climbed. Where on earth was he taking her? She was about to ask when they came around a bend and up ahead was a large cabin built right into the cliff with a huge space below filled with stacks of wood and a couple of utility vehicles. She wondered whom it belonged to and why Atticus brought her here.

Ati pulled up and dismounted, helping Claire from the sled. His gaze changed from excitement to concern when he saw her teeth chattering.

“You’re not used to our weather, but you’ll acclimatize. Look at me, I’m from Greece and my teeth aren’t chattering.”

Her laugh turned into a choking gurgle as her lungs literally felt like they were frozen. Why was it so cold up here and how could he handle it?

Atticus drew her quickly up the stairs and into the ski chalet. Once inside, he stripped her of her outer layers and sat her in front of the fire roaring in the grate. He must have planned this, she surmised. Someone had to start the fire to get the place warmed up to such a comfortable temperature.

Back at the door, he stripped off his outer layers and joined her on the low padded bench in front of the fire. He took her hands and rubbed them briskly in his. The pain of them thawing caused her to flinch.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were so cold?”

Claire stared guiltily into the fire. How could she tell him she wanted to milk every last second they spent together before she ran away like the naughty girl she knew she was?

“Claire,” he growled startling her. “I asked you a question.”

“I don’t know. I was having fun and didn’t really notice.” It was a total lie, and she kept her head angled down so he wouldn’t see it blatantly displayed in her visage.

He tilted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. “I think there is a different body part in need of being warmed up.”

Atticus pulled her over his lap and landed a stinging swat on her backside.

“Ouch! It hurts!”

“As your lovely rump thaws out, it will sting, even more, my sweet.”

Atticus brought his hand down a dozen more times and Claire was sure her ass must be on fire. “Ow, Ati, please stop!”

“Ati? I have not done my job very well at all. Shame on me.” He stood and led her over to the couch. “You stay here, kitten, I’ll be right back.”

Kitten? He’d never called her that before, only Gregor had. What did it mean? She didn’t have long to think as he returned a moment later carrying an array of spanking tools.

“Over the arm like a good girl, on your toes, and arch your back.”

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