Chapter One
The arms of a strong man were wrapped around Willow as she sat in his lap on his couch watching the snow fall in Chicago.
She had never done anything like this before. Sex with a man she just met? That was definitely not her at all. But there was something about Thatcher and the way he talked to her in the restaurant tonight that made her want to come home with him.
Willow had gone to the restaurant because she just wanted some mussels and one of those spiked hot chocolates that she loved.
And now she was sitting on a naked man's lap after he had ravished her a second time.
The first was amazing in his bed. She didn’t know how a bed could be that soft while a man could be that hard and she could've spent the whole night there with him.
But Thatcher insisted on getting her something to drink and made them two cups of tea. Seriously, what man has a whole box of flavored tea? Thatcher apparently.
There must've been some sort of aphrodisiac in that tea though because she somehow found herself sitting on his kitchen counter with the cold granite against her ass as he fucked her senseless again.
She still had a hoodie on that Thatcher gave her after the first time he made her come and it was the same hoodie she was wearing when he had his way with her a second time.
Same hoodie she was wearing now as she sat on his naked lap with a blanket he had pulled around them.
"I can hear you thinking, Willow," he said quietly in her ear. "You OK?"
She nodded. "I've just never done this before."
"Done what?" he said teasingly.
"I just never had sex with a man I've only known for a few hours."
"You don't regret it, do you?"
Willow turned to him. His face had a look of concern as if he really was worried about what her answer would be.
"I don't regret it."
A smile teased the corners of his lips before he leaned in and let his fingers trace the skin at the edge of his hoodie, lowering it enough to pepper her bare shoulder with kisses.
"I don't regret you either."
He pulled the blanket off of them, exposing his bare skin to her with the lights from the night outside in Chicago illuminating his muscles. He was delicious.
Willow worked in finance and was around a bunch of stock brokers and bankers all day. She could talk about the hottest stock picks or the price of corn futures.
None of the people she worked with looked anything like Thatcher. None of them talked like Thatcher. Maybe that's why she gave into him so easily and why she liked it so much. There was no mistaking Thatcher was a man and she wanted a man.
He proved it again to her when he gathered her up in his arms and stood up, pulling her close to his naked body as he carried her down the hall towards his bedroom. She was like a feather to him as she snuggled in closer to him with her arms around his neck.
Thatcher laid her down gently on that soft bed of his and she watched as he wandered over to a dresser to pull on a pair of athletic shorts.
Thatcher turned and caught her staring at him, a sexy smile spreading across his face that she could see in the light from the window in his dark bedroom.
"Like what you see?" he asked seductively.
Willow gave him a teasing smile and a small shrug. "Maybe."
The look on his face confirmed that he knew what was really going on. She liked what she saw. Very much.
Thatcher climbed under the covers next to her and moved in close, the hair on his leg teasing her bare skin as he draped over her thighs.
"Do you drive every man to exhaustion like you have with me?"
