Page 28 of Deep in Winter


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“The Ritz in London has guests who go there just for afternoon tea. For special occasions.”

“I’ve been there,” Dad reveals. “Several times. Back in the day when I was based in London for a few years.” He assesses Winter. “I’ll consider it. There is some merit to the idea.”

“I’ll work on some numbers,” she offers. “Get a feasibility plan together. I think I still have the one I wrote for WM somewhere.”

Dad nods, just as the waiter arrives with our main meals.

“I wonder,” Winter asks Manuel, “if you could ask the catering manager or chef or whoever’s around in the kitchens, for a breakdown of the number of each dessert sold in the previous full month.”

“Like a pie chart showing you percentages sold of each?” he enquires, eager to get it right.

“If that’s easiest. Or just tally them up and give me a number; I’ll work it out myself.”

“No problem. Leave it with me.”

She smiles at him. “Thank you.”

He bobs his head, and I watch him disappear into the kitchen.

“And I thought I was tenacious,” Dad says, picking up his cutlery.

Dewy-skinned,I help Winter out of the bath, wrapping her up in the fluffiest towel known to mankind. She looks like a present, gift-wrapped just for me. Her face is devoid of any make-up, and her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun.

I’m falling so hard for this woman.

With a towel tucked around my waist, I lead her towards the king-size bed. The room is silent apart from the soft brush of our feet against the plush carpet. At the foot of the bed I release her hand, and she turns to face me.

Our eyes dance for a few seconds before I dip my head, slanting my mouth across hers. She tastes of home. I knew it when I studied her picture, and I know it now as I secure her lips with mine. For too long I’ve thought about our first time together, wondering where to begin. And now that I’ve finally given up any semblance of restraint, I can’t make up my mind.

But it will be slow. After that, who the fuck knows.

My tongue licks along the seam of her mouth and she opens for me, her hands running along my neck and into my hair. Winter seems to understand my need to go slow, her tongue stroking against mine with delicious intent. Slow kissing has always feltmoreto me. Every moment felt more keenly. Every drag of my lips against hers, every time our tongues touch is committed to memory. And I’ve not wanted to bother with this kind of intimacy with most women who’ve come before her. I just wanted a fuck. But with Winter, I want to capture and note every aspect of her sexuality. I want to explore every fantasy she has right alongside her.

I want to be at her side all the time, watching, learning, helping her choose what to wear. Those actions aren’t borne of control, but intimacy. Unity. Alliance. I want my life melded to hers.

The towel needs to go so I pull the end tucked under her arm and toss it to the floor. Her nipples immediately pebble, prodding into my chest. I rip away my towel, letting it slump to the floor. And then I pick her up under her thighs and lay her down on the bed.

I’m so hard. And I’m leaking pre-cum already, desperate for her.

Her knees come up either side of my body as I settle between her soft thighs. I rub my cock against her slick center, relishing the wicked heat against my skin. Winter sucks in a breath as I grind against her, but then she’s back to making love to my mouth with slow, cherishing licks of her tongue against mine, her lips attentive and eager.

My mouth moves to her neck, then her collarbones, her breasts. I stay there for several minutes, nuzzling the pert shape of them, rolling each nipple between a thumb and forefinger until she’s arcing off the bed and chasing my touch.

“Brecken,” she pleads.

“Beg for me,” I whisper. “You do it so well.”

“Fuck me, Brecken. Make it dirty, slow or hard, I don’t care, just give me your beautiful cock. I want it all night.”

Fueled by her sexily-voiced words, I make my way down her body, dipping my tongue into her naval before kissing and licking lower and lower. I sink to the floor, dragging her ass closer to my face. After placing her legs over my shoulders I look along the length of her welcoming body and hold her hungry gaze. “Do you want me here? Tasting you?”

A ragged nod. “Yes. God yes, please.”

Familiar with her taste from stealing her panties, it’s nowhere near as good as licking through her slit and gathering it firsthand. And her pussy is soft against my tongue, hot, as I drag it through her folds several times, licking up all that tart sweetness.

A groan barrels out of me. Just as I knew, I need more of this pussy. More of her.

Her thighs are secured within my arms, locked in tight. Tilting her hips up, I present that pretty pink cunt of hers to my waiting mouth. Pushing my tongue inside, thrusting it along her inner walls until she’s squirming and writhing against my mouth, I place my thumb on her clit and circle it.

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