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I found a condom in the bedside drawer and sheathed myself. She looked at me, her eyes widening at how I stroked myself.

“You like that?”

She nodded. “Can you…ah…can you do that in front of me later?”

I could maybe get it up a second time during the night. Sure. “If you show me how you make yourself come.”

“Deal.”

I nudged her thighs apart with a knee and settled on top of her, bumping my dick against her clit. “I want to start like this,” I told her as I slid into her, easy as fucking apple pie, because she was soft and wet and tight. “But then I want to take you from behind.”

I grabbed her ass and parted the globes to make my point.

“Yes.”

I began to pound into her, her legs wrapped around my waist. I was going to come soon. If I wanted to look at her ass and her holes before I blew, I needed to do it sooner than later.

I pulled out and tapped her thigh. She got on all fours, and I was just about ready to spill over her pert, tight, luscious ass.

I looked at her asshole as I slid into her pussy. “You take someone there, Bambi?” I dipped a thumb into her ass, and she shivered.

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll make sure I have plenty of lube.”

“Heath, fuck me,” she whined.

I chuckled and then gave myself up to her, and had the best sex of my life with a woman I’d nicknamed Bambi.

CHAPTER 8

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“What?” I asked Ben as I went through the inventory. He was looking at me funny.

There were so many things to learn, and I was glad that Ben stayed to teach me. He was still doing some of the work and refused to accept payment for it. He wanted to set me up for success.

“I heard that you got a private skiing lesson from the General Manager of the Royal Ski Resort.”

I gasped.Fucking small towns!

“If you know, I’m assuming everyone knows.”

“Knows what? That you went on a date withtheAlexa Vikar’s ex?” Casey, who worked as a server, asked as she passed by after filling salt and pepper shakers on the table.

I sighed. “Seriously?”

Casey wiggled her eyebrows. “Now, we all want to know…did you get him out of his clothes? Is that body as good as we think it is?”

“No, I did not,” I lied. “I don’t know how to ski, and I thought it would be nice to learn. I’ve been improving myself since the divorce.”

That was a plausible lie, right?

“And the top boss of the resort decided to teach you?” Casey put a hand on her hip, her eyes all business.

She was in her mid-twenties and was going on fifty. She’d been working for Ben for four years. He’d given her a job when she stumbled in seven months pregnant with nowhere to go. He set her up in the apartment upstairs and gave her a lifeline. Now, Casey’s daughter, Mila, was nearly four, cute as a button, and treated the Wildflower like her own playground. Everyone loved that kid, and took care of her while Casey worked. This is what I loved about what Ben had created with the tavern. It was a home to people like Casey and me, who were desperate to find one. Our cook, Elijah Swiftwater, had a criminal record. He’d done time for grand theft auto, and Ben had taken him under his wing a decade ago after Elijah came out of prison. If someone told me the calm, grounded, and fiercely proud of his Southern Ute Tribe man used to be a troublemaker, I wouldn’t believe it.

“Elijah’s food doesn’t just taste good,”Ben had told me when we discussed personnel. “It feels like it has a story.”

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