Page 7 of Wrapped Up By the Mountain Man

“It lookslike the only rooms we have left are the singles with queen-size beds. Do you want me to have a cot set up?” Marty looked between Bea and me.

“No, that’s okay,” I said without hesitation. Bea’s small hand wrapped around my big one, and she squeezed. I knew she’d agree.

Marty didn’t ask any questions as he handed us a key and sent us on our way. “I gave you the best room left. There’s a working fireplace, hot tub, and balcony. Though the balcony might have a bit too much snow on it. Enjoy, you two. And thanks again for a job well done.”

“A hot tub? Okay, now I’mreallyexcited.” Bea skipped toward the elevators and clapped her hands.

“Santa came early for some of us, hmm?”

Bea elbowed me in the side playfully as the elevator doors opened. “Last I heard, he hasn’t come at all yet.”

My dick instantly stiffened. I wrapped an arm around her waist as we walked into the elevator together. “Is Mrs. Claus about to change that?”

“She sure is.” Bea flirted back, and fuck, I was ready to take her right there in the elevator.

When the doors closed, leaving us alone, I backed her up against the wall and caged her in with my arms. “We’ve got ten seconds until the doors open, and I plan to make use of every single one.”

Then I kissed her like my life depended on it. Nothing held me back as I devoured her mouth, tasting her strawberry lip gloss I liked so much, my tongue finally sliding inside and exploring only what I’d dreamed about.

When the doors opened and the bell chimed, we broke apart, both out of breath. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the hallway, impatient to find our room and see Bea naked.

My head spun, dizzy from her kiss and the intoxicating way she made me feel.

“Here, this one!” Bea said, and I quickly pulled the key card out of my pocket and unlocked the door. She walked inside first and squealed as the lights came on. “Wow! It’s like a Christmas wonderland in here!”

She was right. The room looked like something out of a Christmas movie. The bed had Christmas bedding. A Christmas tree sat in one corner decorated in a silver theme, along with garland and string lights strung up all over the room. The fireplace mantel had stockings and nutcrackers, and the room smelled of pine.

Bea ran into the bathroom. “It’s even Christmassy in here!”

“It’s way better than my place.”

Bea laughed. “Mine too.”

“I’ll get a fire going, order a bottle of wine, and maybe some room service if you want to fill up the tub?”

“Are you really so perfect, or is this a dream?” Bea picked up one of the bottles of bubble bath and inhaled the scent. “Mmm, Christmas cookie.”

“Must be a dream, because Christmas cookie bubble bath? Like shit, where did Marty find that?”

Bea burst into giggles. “Whoever he has decorating needs a raise.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that. Now, what kind of wine do you like?”

“Red is good. Can you bring me my phone? I need to call Zoey.”

“Sure. Shit, that reminds me. I need to call my neighbor and ask him to feed Mr. Pickles.”

“Mr. Pickles?” Bea’s face lit up with her curiosity.

“Yes, he’s my cat.”

“Aw, that’s the cutest cat name I’ve ever heard!”

“Thanks, I picked it out myself.” I winked before leaving the bathroom to find our phones.

The fireplace was lit,and a bottle of red and some chocolate-covered strawberries sat on a tray next to us. As I poured us each a glass, I couldn’t take my eyes off Bea.

She undressed down to her bra and panties, and fuck, she was more beautiful than I imagined. Smooth, silky skin with curves I could sink my teeth into, and full breasts I wanted to devour.

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