Aspen is bustling and snow-dusted. It looks more like a movie set than an actual place. Everything is so
picture perfect, it doesn’t seem real.
I’m riding on the back of the snowmobile, my arms wrapped around Colton’s chest. I lean my head up against
his back as we drive right through the center of town, heading toward the mountain.
I let my hand slip lower, down his front. And lower. Fingering the huge ridge of him through his jeans. Even
with my wool gloves on, I can feel him thicken.
I love getting him hard. I love that he can’t help himself from reacting to me. I love that he’s at my mercy.
Most of all, I love that we’re so connected and in sync. As we get further up the mountain and closer to the lifts, I
let my hand just rest on his swelling warmth.
He feels so good. I’m allowing myself to go with this for the week because it’s impossible not to and it feels
like I’m living inside a dream when I’m with him. But I don’t know how to feel.
He’s famous for his charm, I knew that from the beginning. He lures women into bed and no wonder it’s so
easy for him. The man is impossible to resist.
Does he give all the women he dates so many presents? Does he buy them their dream gift? A state-of-the-art
sewing machine that will make their lives ten times easier?
Does he give them diamonds?
I only give diamonds to one girl. But... can I trust him? Does he offer to put money—potentially a lot of
money—into their businesses?
Does he tell them they’re the most beautiful woman in the world? Does he come inside them all night long?
He told me that part was a first for him, and I believed him. But I wish Sloane’s warnings weren’t playing on a
looped reel inside my brain. He’ll totally charm you because it’s what he does and then the minute you think there
could be something real there, he’ll be nowhere to be found. It’s always the same. Every freaking weekend I’m
fielding irate phone calls and reading the headlines. This is a Code Red, Lila. DO NOT get on that bus!!
Yet I did get on that bus. And it does sometimes—who am I kidding, all the time—feel like there could be
something real here. And sweet Jesus, has he charmed me.
Today is Wednesday. We have three more nights together. And then what happens?
I’m dreading Saturday for ten different reasons. Colton pulls up next to the gondola and kills the
snowmobile’s engine. “The gondolas are so cute.” Little floating rooms suspended by a thick wire that goes all the
way to the top of the mountain.
“Cute?” “Yes. Cute.” Colton’s still in some kind of a mood. We didn’t really argue, like we so often seem to
do, but he’s intense and surly. Maybe it’s that giant hard-on that never seems to go down, even though we made
love a lot. All night long, we were connected in one way or another, feasting off each other’s pleasure like we’re
addicted to it.
It’s like he’s gone a little crazy with it. Trying to get his fill before Saturday, maybe.
Because all of this is going to crash and burn three days from now. I’m pr epared for that—or at least I’m
trying to be. I’ll give back all the presents, I’ll go to the bank and get a loan if I can, and I’ll do my best to get
myself a dream job.
And I’ll kiss my heart goodbye.
But at least I have hope. That’s the biggest gift Colton Maddox has given me. He’s reminded me that good
things can happen and sometimes they even do.
Plus I’m wearing the cutest snow bunny outfit in the world (and nothing underneath), I have real diamonds
circling my wrist and I got laid so thoroughly by a billionaire beefcake last night, I’m still floating from all the
orgasms.
“Don’t be so grouchy, Maddox.” “I’m not grouchy.” “You are.” “Just get in the gondola, Bailey.” It’s not
overly busy because it’s mid-week and early in the season. We’re the only people in line.
A lift attendant opens the door of a gondola for us and we climb in. Then we’re sealed in and airborne and it’s
the coolest thing. There are cushioned seats on both sides and two poles to hang onto. It’s like a bubble, with
windows offering views of the resort below us and the mountain rising above us. “These things are heated?”
“All the better to get you naked, Sunshine. Time for your next lesson.” “I thought I graduated. You know, with
the unprotected sex-a-thon all night long.”
“Nope. You’ve still got a lot to learn. Take off the astronaut suit. And hurry up, we’ve only got twenty
minutes.”
He’s sitting on one of the benches. He unfastens his jeans and takes out his big, heavy... manhood. No
surprises, it’s already hard as a pillar of steel.
“Jesus.” I giggle, feigning shock—at least it’s partly feigned. “Is it me or does that thing just ke ep getting
bigger?” He’s really freaking hard.
“Your fault, you little cocktease. Take it off.” This is our game. And the man is a devil who gets me wet
without even trying.
The sight of that thick, glistening cock turns me into a raving nymphomaniac, every time. “What if someone
sees us?”
“So what if they do. You’re mine, the whole world might as well fucking know about it.”
I feel so good, so luxurious and so damn turned on, I want to please him and drive him even crazier. I take off
my ski jacket and my boots, and shimmy out of my snow bunny outfit. Until all I’m wearing is a pair of
socks. I leave those on, so my feet don’t get cold. Playful, I twirl around one of the poles.
I like being naked when he’s mostly fully clothed. It makes me feel so feminine but also powerful, the way his
eyes get dark with need. The gondola’s heated, but there’s still a cool edge to it and my nipples are pink and tightly
budded. My skin feels cool but my pussy feels warm and so wet, a trickle of moisture wets my thighs.
“You’re a naughty girl, teasing me and getting me this fucking hard.” “I’m sorry, Professor.” “I’m going to
need to punish you for this, princess. You need discipline.”
“How are you going to punish me?” I ask innocently, twirling again, feeling freer and more alive than I ever
have.
“Lay face down on my lap and find out.” My pussy contracts lightly, making me dizzy with desire, and I do as
I’m told. Because I want to show him how turned on I am. I crawl over him, face down with my ass up. His rough
hands position me, widening my knees as I arch my back, so I’m fully exposed to him.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “How did my little almost-virgin get so wet?” “I’m sorry I’m so wet, Professor,” I coo.
Colton groans as he rubs the moisture over the sensitive flesh of my pussy, wetting the secret cove of my ass,
delving into the wetness until I’m moaning and squirming. “You drive me insane, Danger girl. Do you know how
fucking crazy I am for you?”
He slaps my pussy gently and I whimper because the light pain warms into a de ep, blooming pleasure.
He does it again, pushing his fingers inside me to tease the wave higher. I’m out of my mind with need.
I lift to him, wanting more, but he’s rubbing me, skating his fingers over my clit, spanking it again, until I’m
so close, all I can do is writhe and beg. “Please.”
“My angel loves being punished, don’t you, you sweet little dirty girl. But I want my big cock inside this juicy
pussy when you come. Get up here and ride me like a good girl.”
I don’t even hesitate. I need him. I straddle him and he aggressively guides his hard thickness into me. I’m wet
but still sore.
It hurts as he drives himself de eper, gripping me hard. I ease myself up, sliding onto him, taking more of him.
He’s too thick and I bounce and squirm as he fucks me hard until he’s fully, de eply inside me, watching my breasts
jiggle as I pleasure him for all I’m worth. It’s different from this angle. He feels bigger. Even de eper.
Cole is almost panting, groaning each time I grind against him and squeeze him with my body. “Fuck, baby.
My straight A little fuck bunny is so good at taking my big cock.”
“I’m coming, Cole.” The sweet-hot ache is laced with shards of desperation.
The clenching spasms of my release are luscious and wild, milking his thick shaft lovingly. Cole’s growl is
feral as his cock bucks and throbs inside me, forcing me to ride him and take it all. I can feel the pumping jets of
his liquid warmth and they set me off again into long, lush waves of pleasure. I’m overcome, not just with physical
ecstasy but with raw emotion. Tears wet my face.
“Lila,” he’s gasping. “Lila.” My arms and legs are wrapped around him and I’m kissing his perfect mouth. I’m
confused about how to feel and yet not confused at all.
I can’t love him. I locked my heart away. It’s the clarity of it that hurts most of all. Somehow, the beauty and
intensity of our lovemaking has broken the cage.