Page 13 of Reckless Mountain Man

I returned that smile. Speaking of which…

“I’m heading out,” I said. “But I’m stopping by the gift shop for a second. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

Alex gave a nod. “Definitely. In fact, tell Lucas to stop by here sometime for a drink or maybe a cup of coffee. I’d love to meet him. Maybe we can work together. All of us.”

I liked the sound of that. Seduction Summit’s businesses, all networking and finding ways to help each other rather than compete. I definitely needed to make that happen if I could.

But first, I had to go plant a kiss on my new girlfriend—the love of my life. This time, it would stop there. We’d save the hanky-panky for other places besides her workplace for now. But I had a feeling that eventually, we’d want to re-enact our first time. I couldn’t think of anything hotter.

EPILOGUE

SKYE

“C!” I called out.

I threw my head back and tried my best to focus as Boone ran his tongue over my clit again. Was that an S or a Z? It was getting harder to tell the closer I got to orgasm.

“S?” I finally guessed.

He pulled away and looked at me. “That was a Z. You lose.”

I smiled. “Fine. I have a game I want to play on you. Get up here.”

He shook his head. “Nope. No more games.”

And then he returned to what he was doing. Only this time, he didn’t make out shapes with his tongue. He flicked his tongue back and forth, moving over my clit with the expert touch that he always had. It was only seconds before I was arching my back on the sofa in front of the large window at the back of our log cabin. In front of us was a beautiful view of the lake, and I planned to enjoy it fully while I was fucking my husband in this very spot in a few minutes.

Lucas’s team had built this house using wood sourced by my husband’s logging team. Boone had been working with Lucas fora full ten years at this point, throughout the births of our three beautiful children, all of whom were hanging out at my parent’s house in Charlotte for the week. It was our first full week alone since our oldest son, Caleb, was born only nine months after we got married, which was only six months after meeting.

I no longer managed the gift shop. I’d taken time off to raise our children while Lucas worked super-long hours. But now that our youngest was in kindergarten, I was getting back into the swing of things. I’d been selling my kids’ clothing online after they outgrew it, but lately, I’d ventured into making beaded lanyards that I sold in an online shop my best friend Georgia helped me set up. Like me, she’d set her career aside to raise her kids, but she was starting to get into this stuff too, even offering to help me make jewelry.

“Don’t stop!” I gasped as I felt my body making that all-too-familiar climb toward orgasm. “Like that. Oh, fuck yeah, that feels so…good…”

My orgasm finally took over my body, rendering me speechless and leaving me gasping. When I finally stilled, Boone rose to look at me. I thought about the game I wanted to play on him, but I needed a mug each of a cold beverage and a warm beverage to make it happen. I’d take a sip from each while I blew him. According to my online research, guys really liked the contrast.

We’d do that a little later. We had all week to make love in every position wherever we wanted in this cabin.

Right now, I had one thing I wanted to do.

“Stand up,” I ordered, sitting forward on the chair. “I want to suck your cock in front of this window.”

My husband loved it when I talked dirty.It had taken a while for me to get comfortable with it, but when the door to our bedroom closed, the guard came down.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

As he stood, he wore a big smile. Yes, he liked this part of things, even if he rarely finished that way. He always had to be inside me when he came.

I shoved down his pajama pants and underwear, taking a long moment to appreciate his gigantic erection. I was a lucky, lucky woman.

There was just one problem with his size. I couldn’t even come close to fitting all of it in my mouth. But I’d perfected my technique, clutching the base and stroking as I slid him as deep as he could go. He moaned, drawing my gaze up to his face. It was tough to see his expression from this vantage point, but I knew him well enough to know exactly what was happening on his face as he tilted his head back, his chest rising and falling in rapid movements. His eyes would be closed, his jaw clenched as he fought with everything he had to hold back.

And he’d definitely hold back. The few times he had let me finish him off, he’d thoroughly enjoyed letting go, but he clearly liked coming inside me.

“Stand up,” he said, nudging me away after only a couple of minutes. “I want to feel that wet pussy around me.”

My eyes squeezed closed at his words. As it turned out, I liked a little dirty talk too. I opened my eyes and stood, maneuvering around him as he plopped down in the wingback chair that faced the window. It was my favorite place to curl up with a good book on a snowy January day, but on this particular summer day, it might become my favorite place for another reason entirely.

I was preparing to mount him when he shook his head and made a gesture with his hand. “Face the window. You can look out at the mountains while you ride me.”

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