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I’ve always loved secluded mountain hideaway. The views are stunning year-round, and even though I know it cost a ton of money, it has always felt so homey and welcoming, much more so than the Hamptons house or the penthouse in the city.
And now we have it all to ourselves.
Brock leads me through to the living room, before disappearing to his bedroom for a moment. I make my way to the window and stand by the window and gaze out at the vast, dark forests before looking up at the stars, but they’re obscured by clouds. It’s still dark—the trip from New York to Denver is long, but it wasn’t long enough to give the sun time to come up. I’d smelled rain on the air on our way inside, but the flash of lightning that lights up the face of the mountain confirms that there’s a storm on the way.
I sense Brock behind me just as the crack of thunder sounds in the distance. It’s closer than I thought.
“Seems like there’s a storm on the way,” he says, sliding my jacket off my shoulders.
I shiver at his touch, hot despite the fact the fact that the air in the house is cool and fresh from being so high up in the mountains. I turn to face him, only to be enveloped in a thick bathrobe that smells like him as he wraps it around me.
When I look up into his eyes, they look as dark and cloudy in the dim light as the weather outside.
He makes a point to look past me out the window. “I don’t know about you, but I love listening to a storm as it rolls in.” His face is illuminated briefly as lightning flashes again, showing me just how hungry he is when he looks back down at me. “Now’s your chance to back out of this. You still have the option run away and to go lock yourself in Olivia’s room. I could even fly you back today, if you want.”
Hearing her name makes me flinch. It feels like he’s saying it to remind me of what’s at stake. But he doesn’t s let me go. His arms stay wrapped around me protectively, making me feelsafe in a way I’ve never felt before. His gray eyes blaze in the darkness.
“What if I don’t want to run?” I ask him, smoothing my hands over the front of his suit. His chest is hard and warm, the expensive fabric soft against my palms.
Suddenly, he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls, moving my head to bare my neck to him. My breath catches in my throat. “If I kiss you, little girl, I won’t be able to stop, little girl.”
My body arches toward him, aching for his touch, to feel his mouth on mine. Everything disappears from my mind except Brock. I stand on my toes and close my eyes. “Kiss me,” I plead. “And don’t stop.”
His mouth crashes onto mine as he surges forward, pressing me against the floor-to-ceiling windows. At the same time, thunder rumbles deeply. The glass vibrates against my back as he pushes himself between my legs, lifting one of them so our hips can meet.
“This what you do to me,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip as he starts to desperately rip at the little dress I’d borrowed from the club. He bucks his hips into mine and I feel how hard he’s become. “Feel how hard I am? You did that, little girl.”
The storm behind me picks up, the lightning and thunder coming faster, brighter, and louder. Just as my hands finally start working at the buttons of his shirt, the few lights on in the house flicker and then go out.
He smirks down at me as my fingers fumble with nerves, and takes my hands in his. “This dress has been torturing me for hours. I think it’s time to get rid of it.”
He helps unwrap me from his robe and steps back to run his eyes up and down my body, letting his eyes linger on my legs. He looks ravenous, like a predator ready to chase its prey.
“Turn around,” he murmurs darkly.
When I do, I feel his heat instantly at my back. His hands trail against the hem of my short dress, then trail up to the back where I know the zipper is.
And then I hear a loud tearing noise.
I gasp as my dress suddenly begins to slip away, revealing my body to him. His sharp intake of breath is audible, even over the storm brewing outside.
“Fuck,” he swears. “I knew you were beautiful, but …” His hands wrap around my waist and pull me back into the warmth of his chest. “You’re fucking unreal, little girl.”
I sigh and lean into his touches as he slips his hands down to the apex of my thighs.
“Whose pussy is this?” he breathes into the shell of my ear.
“Yours,” I whimper as he runs a finger over my clit.
“That’s right. I bought this pussy. I bought getting the chance to sink into your tight little hole and fuck it like it deserves.”
My head drops back onto his chest as he continues to tease my clit and slip down into my silken hot folds. He grinds his erection into my ass, softly groaning praise into my neck as he starts to fuck his fingers into me.
Abruptly, he pulls his fingers out of me. The loss makes me whine wantonly, but he just chuckles.
“Bend over, baby. Hands on the window.”
Goosebumps erupt up and down my body. I hear the sound of his belt being undone followed by a zipper lowering. My body’s so hot I feel like I’m going to start fogging the window up.
