Page 28 of Billionaire Bachelor
ROSALIE
By the timewe’re showered, fed, and bundled in several layers of winterwear, the snow has finally stopped. With his gloved hand firmly clasped in mine, Logan pulls me through the back door. The snow, still pristine and untouched, blankets the entire area and sparkles in the sunlight. Cold, crisp air nips at my cheeks as I take a deep breath, inhaling the earthy aroma of wet pine and soil. I breathe in and out a few more times, immersing myself in the peacefulness of it all.
“It’s pretty incredible, right?”
Logan’s eyes roam over the white-capped pines and cobalt water, its glass-like surface reflecting the fluffy white clouds up above.
“It really is,” he agrees.
Our feet sink into the fresh powder as we make our way over to the shed to retrieve the snowshoeing gear. Once we find the right sizes, we head to the wooden picnic table that sits right beside it.
Logan releases my hand to clear the snow off the bench, gesturing for me to sit.
“Let me help you with these, milady.” He kneels in front of me with a grin, grabbing one of the smallersnowshoes.
“Such a gentleman,” I tease as he tightens the first strap over my boot.
“Pip, I’m currently at eye level with your delectable pussy. Thelastthing I’m thinking about right now is being a gentleman.”
I belt out a shocked laugh. “Too bad it’s buried under three thick layers of clothing, huh?”
“Is that a challenge?” His lips kick up in the corner as he straps me into the second snowshoe. “Because I can assure you, I’d have no trouble divesting you of those layers in record time.”
I gasp mockingly, pressing a hand to my parka-covered chest. “That is the last place I’d ever want frostbite. I can’t believe you’d risk my poor kitty like that. Have you no shame, sir?”
I flex my feet experimentally, adjusting to the bulk of the aluminum deck.
Now he laughs. “Don’t worry, baby. My mouth would keep yourkittyplenty warm. Keep calling me ‘sir,’ and you’ll find out real quick.”
An image of me kneeling on the ground completely naked, while anxiously awaiting Logan’s next command pops into my head.
Dear god.
I am not submissive by nature, but Logan bossing me around in the bedroom seems to be the exception to that.
I use the clunky contraption on my foot to gently push him away, sending a silent apology to my vagina. “Slow your roll, bucko. This is my only chance to enjoy the snow before I have to leave. You can ravage me later.”
“Fine.” Logan pouts dramatically, taking the spot next to me on the bench.
He slips his boots into the bindings with ease, adjusting the straps before grabbing his trekking poles. Rising to his feet, he extends a gloved hand toward me, a soft smile playing on his lips, silently offering his help.
“Ready to do this?” he asks, gripping the poles lightly.
I rise up and nod toward the tree line. “Lead the way.”
Logan squeezes my hand for a moment before releasing it and plants his poles firmly in the snow.
The trees stand tall and proud around us, though a bit sparser this close to the water compared to the higher elevations. The rhythmic crunch of our snowshoes and the light taps of our trekking poles echo softly around us. We’ve walked maybe a thousand feet under the cover of the trees when Logan gestures toward a massive sugar pine towering above the rest.
“Does that tree bring back any memories?”
I tilt my head, studying it for a moment before realization hits. “Wait, are you talking about that year you came up with us for winter break?”
Logan grins and nods. “Yep.”
A rush of nostalgia floods through me as the memory surfaces. “God, that was a good week, minus the sleeping arrangements.”
My parents have since refurnished the cabin, but back then, we had an old pull-out couch with a thin, worn mattress, and an oversized chair that doubled as an equally uncomfortable twin-size sleeper.
