Page 4 of Savage Mountain Man

That was an understatement. If I’d given her my last name, she’d recognize it as the one on the sign just past the downtown square. It was to the right of the main road. The Shoppes at Brighton Village. Below that was the announcement it was coming in the summer. My goal was to hopefully get a few skierswho lived not far away to come back in the off-season. That likely wouldn’t happen until we had more to do in town than eat pancakes and snow ski.

“It’s all changed since I was here a year ago,” Kacie said. “This gondola didn’t even exist.”

“Yeah, the owner is making some upgrades. I grew up in this town.”

I’d actually returned here to buy out the ski lodge connected to these slopes. I was going to make it bigger and better than ever. But in the end, I’d seen the passion the owner had for the place and stepped back.

And now, I was excited to be doing something completely different. If I had my say, my name would be on attractions all over this town. On water parks and gift shops and hotels, and especially Brighton Village, which would eventually include vacation rental condos and restaurants. Not that I was all that vain. This was my hometown, though, and every sign was a “fuck you” to the people who’d treated me like crap because we didn’t have money when I was a kid.

“You don’t mind all the stuff going on around town?” She asked. “I heard locals are pissed.”

I laughed. “You could say that. The city council meetings have gotten pretty heated over the past few months. But no, I don’t mind progress. In fact, as a businessman, I’m excited about the future of Seduction Summit.”

She stared at me a long moment, and I wondered if I’d given away too much. Maybe she was about to ask questions. She’d want to know what my exact business was. What would I say? I didn’t want to tell her that I’d spent the past few years running a very successful skiing lodge in Pleasure Point. That was sure to bring questions about what the heck I was doing here.

But before she could say a word, my chair suddenly jolted to life, as did her gondola. Within a couple of heartbeats, we were moving past each other.

“Wait!” I called out. “Where can I find you?”

“I’ll be—” I heard her yell, but whatever she said after that was garbled.

I had no idea what she’d just said, but my best guess was that she’d be at the lodge. And that was where I’d look for her, even if I had to camp out there for the rest of the week. I had to learn more about this woman whose naked image would probably be burned on my brain for the rest of my life.

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KACIE

Woo-hoo! I’m so proud of our girl.

You go get him, Kacie!

Hot mountain man? I’m super jelly.

Those were the messages that came through from my friends as I sat in front of the fire at the Seduction Summit Lodge, sipping salted caramel hot cocoa with my feet propped up on the coffee table in front of me. What the heck was I doing? I should’ve been on my way home, celebrating the fact that I’d never have to see the guy on the chairlift again. I could leave this entire embarrassing chapter behind.

But instead of being embarrassed, I was drawn to him. I wanted to see him again. Correction—Ihadto see him again. Every time I thought about being naked on that gondola with him looking at me, heat rushed to my private parts.

Had it turned him on, seeing me like that? Did he have an erection? Did he continue to get hard every time he remembered?

None of this was like me at all. If my friends knew, they’d let out another round of virtual cheers. But it wasn’t fearless to havea fantasy about a man. What was fearless was carrying out that fantasy.

I closed my eyes and gripped my cup a little tighter. I allowed myself to imagine riding the gorgeous construction guy from one of the benches inside the gondola. In my fantasy, he was seated, his pants down just enough to expose his massive erection. I’d pulled my pants down to my ankles and spread, straddling him while facing away from him.

In the fantasy, he was plunging deep into me while his hand went between my legs to stroke my clit. It wouldn’t be our first time because I’d be riding him hard, fucking him as I cried out, hoping the chairlift didn’t come by and reveal us to anyone riding on it. But the thrill of possibly being caught was what made it even hotter.

“I found you.”

My eyes popped open, and I nearly dropped the cup at the sound of a male voice. He was standing just in front of me, blocking the view of the fireplace.

I didn’t mind. This view was much better.

“Hi,” I said, feeling my cheeks grow warm.

He couldn’t possibly have known what I was thinking. It wasn’t like I’d been touching myself during the fantasy. I’d never even done that before. Still, I couldn’t help but feel more exposed than when he’d seen me wearing not a scrap of clothes.

And once again, heat went to my nether regions at the thought of him knowing exactly what I’d been thinking.

“Did you catch any powder?” he asked, moving over to the couch to the left.

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