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“I’m… I’m…”

“Say my name when you come, precious. I want to hear my name on your lips as your pussy squeezes my fingers.”

“Weston,” she whispers.

I pinch her nipple. “Louder.”

“Weston.”

I press the heel of my hand against her clit. “Louder.”

“Weston!” she shouts as her orgasm hits her.

I continue to thrust in and out of her as she rides her climax. When she collapses on the bed, I slowly remove my fingers from her pussy.

Her eyes open and she meets my gaze. “Wow.”

I smirk. “We’re only getting started, precious. I can’t wait to get my cock into your pussy.”

Her eyes spark with passion. “Okay.”

“Enjoy being able to speak while you can.”

She giggles and I can’t help but smile at how beautiful she is. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen with her cheeks flushed from her climax and her eyes warm with passion.

I could fall in love with a woman like this.

Chapter 9

A snow day is only bad news if you forgot to run to the liquor store.

Scarlett

Iroll over and reach for Weston. My eyes fly open when my fingers meet empty sheets. I flip up the covers but he’s not hiding under there. The bed is empty. Where is he? Did he leave the cabin and I slept through his departure?

I scan the room. The bathroom door is hanging open. He’s not in there.

A pan clatters on the stove. Mystery solved. Weston’s in the kitchen.

I crawl out of bed and squeal when my naked feet touch the floor. “Yikes. Cold.” I dance toward the dresser and my breasts jiggle. My feet aren’t the only naked body part.

I never sleep naked. Ialwaysget dressed after sex. But after Weston and I finished, I passed out and didn’t have a chance to put on clothes. I’ve never passed out after sex before.

I quickly don a thick pair of socks and some sweats before leaving the bedroom. When I reach the kitchen, Weston glances over his shoulder at me and smiles. I could get used to those blue eyes lighting up every time he sees me. I could fall in love with this guy. Full stop.

Hold up, Scarlett. You’re not falling in love with a guy after spending two days with him. Don’t confuse sex and love.

“Good morning. I hope you’re hungry.”

My stomach rumbles in response. “My stomach says yes. What are you making?”

“Omelets. I hope you don’t mind I used your eggs.”

I wave away his concern. “Use all the eggs you want.”

“Good because I may have dropped one on the floor.”

I glance at the floor and notice there are pieces of eggshell still stuck to the wood. I find a cloth and clean them up. “This is only one egg?”

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