Page 82 of Stuck on the Slopes

“Oh, my God.”

“That’s a start. Now be a good girl and say please.”

I didn’t dare disobey, not with the commanding yet gentle tone he’d taken on. A part of my brain wondered what would happen if I sassed him back, but that was better suited for another night, considering how needy I already felt. “Please, Juniper.”

It seemed like those two words, regardless of their order, were the only things I could croak out tonight.

“Louder, Rachel. I want this whole resort to hear you.”

As he finally dipped his tongue in me, I was certain of only one thing: Juniper Hart would be my undoing. What I’d give to grip at that mess of black hair, but with the way I barely hid him beneath my skirt, I settled for the tablecloth instead.

This will definitely need to get sent straight to the laundry room later.

I felt that familiar warmth blossoming through me as Juniper’s fingers lightly dug into my thighs for support as he expertly used his mouth. It wasn’t long until I felt my release on his tongue, but Juniper was relentless. After I rode out my orgasm, he pulled away only to say four words.

“I said louder, sweetheart.”

Then he was back at it, dull nails imprinting into my skin and his warm mouth enveloping me. When he moved one of his hands so he could rub my clit while exploring me further with his tongue, I moaned louder than I wanted to. Juniper was so close to me we were practically one, and as a result, I could feel him smirk when I moaned. He continued, as did my whimpers of pleasure, until the second wave washed over me—and his name passed my lips without any restraint.

Juniper slowly emerged from beneath my legs and when he stood straight, I could see my orgasm on his lips. His tongue darted out across his mouth as he pulled me up, then kissed me with every ounce of strength he had. When he pulled away, I felt breathless. My brain short-circuited, drunk on Juniper’s tongue and touch and warmth. Instinctively, I leaned into him and gripped his flannel shirt collar, my hand balling up into a fist as he chuckled and denied me the second kiss.

No, what I got instead was so much better.

“Good girl.”

Not for the first time, those words awakened something in me I didn’t know was there.

His hand fell to the small of my back as he helped me down, and once I was on my feet, our bodies were flush in that kiss I craved. Through his jeans, I could feel his hard-on press against my leg, a hint at what else was to come.

“Bedroom,” I said between kisses, “now.”

With a million-dollar smile—a smile I sensed only I’d ever seen—Juniper asked, “What, is right here not good enough?”

“Need I remind you we’re in public?”

“Please,” Juniper said, bringing his lips to my neck. “We practically have this whole place to ourselves right now.”

“Except for the fact your parents are here.”

“And my mother’s going to spend the next twenty minutes talking shit to my father, who will pretend to listen to her as he plays some dumb free game on his phone. We’re as good as alone. Right?”

I rolled my eyes as I grinned. “Such a scoundrel.”

“I’m looking for a yes or a no.” His voice was thick with desire as he planted another kiss on my neck. “So be a good girl for me and answer the question.”

With the way he was kissing my neck and how I still ached with want, craving the feeling of him inside me once more, there was no way I’d say no. Not that I’d ever want to say no to Juniper. The man could ask me to read him the phone book naked because it would get him off, and I would.

“Would you rather I get back on the table or bend over it?”

He groaned into my neck as he pulled away. “That answer is also acceptable.” He reached into his back left pocket for his wallet and retrieved a condom. As he pocketed his wallet again, he whispered in my ear, “Bend over, sweetheart. You might need something to hold on to.”

“First, did you want me to—”

But Juniper shook his head and cut me off before I could finish the sentence. “Another time. Feeling how wet you were on my tongue was more than enough to get me riled up.”

As I saw our reflection in the window, I curled my fingers around the end of the table. Juniper was right; I was glad I had the edge to hold on to.

As if the way he made me feel wasn’t breathtaking enough, the look of him in the afterglow of it all was heavenly. The blues of his eyes popped against the darkening twilight outside and the loose black strands of hair that framed his face. The half-bun he’d had it in had long since fallen out. He helped me up from the table and, as my skirt fell back into place, he adjusted his pants and pulled me in for a kiss where I could still taste myself on him.

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