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The honeymoon suite is impressive and I want Bran to see the view from the two-story sitting area unobstructed. It’s floor-to-ceiling windows offer a sweeping vista of the snow-capped mountains, illuminated by the nearly full moon.
Including the mountain in dispute.
I can point to it and visualize the ski runs in my head. But I stay silent, knowing Bran is smart enough to figure out the geography. Let him contemplate, ruminate, mentally debate, all while we sip wine in the hot tub.
“This is amazing,” he says, wandering over to the windows, the food bag in hand. “This is the quintessential romantic winter getaway. A beautiful rustic suite with nothing but snow and mountains outside. I can’t believe this room is even available tonight.”
“I told you, we had a cancellation last-minute.” I move beside him and cross my arms as we both stare out of the windows.
It feels intimate to stand next to Bran, in this suite. I’ve never invited a man to spend the night in my own resort with me. I’ve had hookups at my house, but never so intentional as this, in my place of business. He sounds impressed with the resort, the view. With me. It all feels…tingly.
Momentous.
Which it should. This is my future we’re talking about, sprawled out in front of us.
Yet it feels like more than that. Like this isn’t just about business. The admiration on Bran’s face as he turns and smiles at me only increases the zing that’s started in my stomach and seems to be winding its way out, settling in my core.
I must be giving something away with my expression because his smile fades.
He sets the food down on the coffee table. Brushing a loose tendril of hair back off my cheek, he gives me a deep, delicious kiss, fingers knotting in my curls at the nape of my neck and tightening.
Gasping, I break off the kiss, astonished all over again by how such a nice guy can be so damn sexy. He likes babies and wants to build resources for the locals with his own money, and yet also enjoys pulling my hair and destroying me with his tongue.
He’s the full package.
“Show me this hot tub,” he murmurs, one hand heavy on my hip, tugging me toward him by the waistband of my skirt. “Though I confess I didn’t pack swim trunks this weekend. I had no idea a sexy redhead would be propositioning me with hot tub time.”
“Oh, darn,” I say, palms splayed on his chest, enjoying the hard muscular plane of his pecs. “I guess you’ll have to make do with boxers.”
Twenty minutes later, Bran and I are in the hot tub out on the balcony of the suite, sipping wine and enjoying the view in what has to be heaven on earth. I’m in a cobalt blue bikini, he’s in his boxer briefs, and crisp winter air is swirling around us while we’re cozy in the water up to our chests. We came outside in thick, fluffy robes and flip-flops and shed them with lightning speed before sinking deep into the steamy water.
Setting my glass on the shelf, I sigh in contentment as I gaze out at the natural beauty surrounding us. “I love my cottage but this is the life.”
The only thing that would be better is if we were naked in the hot tub, but while the balcony is private, the resort is full of people and I’m the owner. Business sense has to take precedence over sexy sense.
“You’re full of surprises, Kay,” he says, shifting closer to me on the plastic bench. “I can hardly wait to see what you have in store for me next.”
“Thisisthe surprise. What else could possibly be happening tonight?” I tease.
Bran grins. “So many things.”
He pulls me onto his lap so I’m facing him, legs spread, breasts brushing against his hard chest, and with a very impressive erection nudging my inner thighs.
“Oh! Hello.” Settling against him, I stare into those compelling blue eyes.
Just sex, Kayley. This is just sex. No falling for billionaires with big dicks and bedroom eyes and a contract on the land you want.
But it’s very hard to listen to myself when the corner of his mouth is turned up in that sexy smile and his hands are firmly planted on my ass.
Besides, a little voice whispers in my ear.How many billionaires with big dicks and bedroom eyes am I going to have in my hot tub?It would be totally understandable if I lose my mind and heart over Bran.
Especially now that’s he’s nibbling on my neck and murmuring dirty little comments about my ass into my ear. His beard tickles my skin and his lips make all my nerve endings tingle.
“You’re not going to talk me out of this bikini,” I tell him, even as I sigh and dip my head back to allow him better access to kiss my skin.
His mouth is making inroads into my cleavage. “I don’t have to talk you out of anything,” he says as his hand eases into the front of my bikini bottoms.
I moan louder than is probably wise considering there might be other guests on their own balconies, so I bite my lip to prevent a repeat. But he’s stroking inside me now and the water is lifting me up and away from him repeatedly, making for a delectable tease.
