Page 11 of The Billionaire's Gamble

As I drive, my thoughts wander to the cabin. I bought it a few years ago for relaxation. Truthfully, I’m rarely up here, but I paysomeone to drive up and keep it clean and in working order. In fact, I’d called that person to make sure the cabin was stocked with fresh food and linens before we left Vegas.

But, this is the first time I’ve ever brought a woman up here and I can’t help feeling a bit nervous about it.

Get out of your head, Sterling. This is ridiculous.

I glance over at Hannah, who’s staring out the window, her eyes wide with wonder. I hope she enjoys her stay there and that I get to know her in ways beyond physical intimacy. I’ve never felt the need to go all out for anyone like this, until now.

As we near the cabin, the road becomes narrower and more secluded. Finally, we reach a clearing, and there it is – a charming wooden cabin nestled amongst the trees, its rustic exterior blending perfectly with the natural surroundings.

“This is it,” I say, pulling up and turning off the engine.

Hannah steps out of the car, her eyes lighting up as she takes in the view. “It’s beautiful,” she says, her voice filled with awe.

“I’m glad you think so,” I reply, going over to her side. I smile down at her, taking her hand in mine. “Let me show you around.”

We step inside, and I guide her through the cozy living area with its large windows offering stunning views of the surrounding mountains. The fireplace crackles invitingly, and the scent of pinewood fills the air. “This is the living room,” I say, gesturing around. “Perfect for relaxing after a long day.”

Hannah nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “It’s beautiful.”

Next, I show her the kitchen, fully stocked with fresh food and all the essentials. “I had everything prepared before we left,” I explain. “I hope you’ll find everything you need here.”

She turns to me, her smile warm and genuine. “Thank you, Dean. This is amazing.”

After a quick tour of the cabin’s interior, we step outside to explore the surrounding woods. The air is crisp and fresh, the scent of pine and earth filling our lungs. Hannah moves gracefully over the rough terrain in her tennis shoes, and I can’t help but admire how effortlessly she blends into the natural surroundings. As we walk, I find myself getting playful, stealing kisses from her whenever I can. And because I can’t resist any longer, I pull her into my arms and pin her gently against a tree. I lower my head to hers, our lips meeting in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Her mouth is soft and warm against mine, and I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips until she parts them, allowing me in. Her mouth is intoxicating, sweet, and slightly minty, and I lose myself in the sensation. My hands roam over her back, her ass, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her against me.

Hannah’s fingers thread through my hair, tugging slightly, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Her body presses against mine, her soft curves molding perfectly to my hard lines. I move one hand to her ass, giving her a rough squeeze. She gasps into my mouth, and I smile against her lips, loving the way she responds to my touch.

I trail kisses along her jaw, down to her neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin there. She tilts her head back, giving me better access, and I take full advantage, nipping and licking at her pulse point. Her breath comes in soft pants, and I can feel her heartbeat racing under my lips.

“You taste so good,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with desire.

Hannah lets out a soft moan, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Dean,” she whispers, her voice breathless and filled with longing.

I move back to her lips, kissing her with renewed intensity. Our tongues dance together, a heated, sensual rhythm that leaves us both breathless. I slide my hands down to her hips, gripping them firmly as I press her harder against the tree. Her legs part slightly, allowing me to rub my erection against her core, and she lets out a soft whimper at the contact.

Every touch, every kiss, fuels the fire between us, and I feel like I’m losing control. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and it takes all my willpower to keep from taking things further right here in the woods.

“I don’t want the first time I fuck you to be in the middle of the woods, Honey,” I say, while continuing to grind at her. “Let’s go back to the cabin so I can show you how you deserve to be fucked.” She slowly nods, her eyes closed from the pressure I’m putting on her clit.

Without another word, I scoop her up and begin running back to the cabin, not caring how out of breath I become.

Chapter Six

Hannah

Dean nearly sprints us back to the cabin. At one point, he’s moving so fast, it doesn’t even feel like he’s human—it reminds of a certain vampire who also races his girl through the woods, and I absolutely love it. I think I may love him.

I expect that thought to scare me, but it only makes me surer that spending the rest of the weekend here with him was the right call.

As soon as we return to the cabin, Dean sets me down and I quickly run up the stairs to his bedroom. The bed is perfectly cozy with flannel sheets and loads of pillows stacked on top of a plaid comforter; it screams secluded cabin in the woods, and I love it.

Dean rushes into the room behind me, abruptly turning me to face him and before I know it his lips crash into mine with a ferocity that takes my breath away. It makes me feel alive and like I’ve died and gone to heaven at the same time. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss

His hands slide down my back, pulling me against him, the heat of his body searing through my thin dress. I moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kisses. Every touch, everycaress, sets my skin on fire. I can feel the need in him, matching my own, driving us both to the brink.

“Are you really sure about this?” he asks, pulling his face away but still holding me close.

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