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  Sawyer gives me a smile and steps away, walking over to the fireplace to stoke the flames. He drops another large log into the fire, casting more warmth into the main room of the cabin. As he tends the fire, I look around and smile. The cabin is supposed to look rustic and rugged, but it was obviously built and decorated by people who never really spent a lot of time outdoors.

  The walls of the cabin are meant to look like rough-hewn logs. They’re aged and distressed looking, though it’s obviously just an affectation. The furniture is all top of the line and built for comfort rather than the strict utilitarian furniture you’d find in a real hunter’s cabin. It’s also got all the latest electronic gadgets and comfort items for city folk who like to escape to ‘nature’.

  Still, I’m not going to complain. I’m a girl built for comfort, not roughing it. Give me a king-sized bed with a memory foam mattress over a sleeping bag in the dirt with all the bugs and critters any day of the week.

  “How about we go take a dip in the spa?” Sawyer offers.

  “Are you kidding? It’s like thirty degrees out there,” I laugh. “It’s going to snow.”

  “Have you ever sat in water that’s a hundred and two degrees while it’s snowing all around you?” he asks.

  “I can’t say I have,” I grin.

  “Then you’re not living,” he replies. “It’s exhilarating.”

  “I’ll take your word for it,” I giggle.

  “Come on, live a little,” he presses. “You’ll like it. I promise.”

  “I didn’t even bring a swimsuit.” I roll my eyes. “This isn’t exactly beach weather in case you haven’t noticed.”

  He laughs. “Who said anything about a swimsuit?”

  “Oh my God,” I squeal. “I’m not going out there naked. What if somebody sees us?”

  He flashes me a crooked grin. “There isn’t another cabin within half a mile of here,” he assures me. “This is a very private place.”

  “How can you be sure?”

  “Because I own it,” he responds. “Along with acres and acres of land around us. Believe me; we’re alone.”

  I bite my bottom lip, considering it – and in disbelief that I’m considering it. It’s not only way out of character for me, it’s even further out of my comfort zone. Still, there’s something enticing about it. Even kind of sexy. I look up at him, a coy smile on my face.

  “Okay, let’s do it,” I finally agree.

  “Good girl.”

  A few minutes later, we’re walking across the wooden deck at the back of the house. I pull the thick, plush robe tighter around me. It’s every bit as cold as I thought it would be, and I’m suddenly regretting my burst of boldness. A couple of steps takes us down to the large spa. The water roils and churns. Thick clouds of steam drift up and off into the evening sky. Sawyer walks over and opens a box mounted to the side of the cabin. He flips a couple of switches, and the bright lights in the spa go out, plunging us into darkness.

  “Just so you’re a little more comfortable,” he says.

  “Thank you.”

  I watch as Sawyer saunters over to a small bench built into the low wall that surrounds the spa. He slips out of his robe and drops it onto the bench, then walks back to the spa. Even in the dim ambient lighting, I can see the way his muscles ripple as he moves.

  He’s a beautiful man. Incredibly strong and fit. He looks like he was carved out of granite. Not for the first time as I take in his toned and taut body, I still can’t believe an Adonis like him is in love with me. I don’t consider myself anything special. In fact, although I think I’m pretty, I also think I’m pretty ordinary.

  But when he turns those sparkling brown eyes of his on me and looks at me the way he does, like he’s seeing through me, he makes me feel like I really am special. He makes me feel beautiful and extraordinary. And I love him for that.

  “You going to join me?”

  I snap myself out of my reverie and see that he’s up to his neck in water, the steam billowing around him. Grinning like an idiot, I walk over to where his robe lays on the bench and hesitate for a moment. I take a deep breath and let it out, then yank off my robe before I can overthink it anymore. I drop my robe on top of his and squeal as the cold air hits my bare skin.

  “Oh my God, it’s freezing,” I cry.

  “Then you better get that sweet ass into the water,” he replies with a laugh. “It’s perfect in here.”

  I dash to the edge of the spa and then carefully pick my way down the stairs, settling myself into the deep, warm water. I lower myself until I’m neck deep in the water and let out a long, loud sigh.

  “This water feels amazing,” I moan.

  “I told you so,” he smiles at me.

  I settle down on a seat beneath the hot, churning water and lean back against the side. Sawyer settles in next to me. Our bodies so close they’re touching, and we both lean our heads back on the edge, looking up into the sky above. Not that there’s much to see – it’s covered in thick dark clouds that look ominous.

  I watch as the thick clouds of steam rise up and float away on the breeze. Jets of water knead my muscles, somehow magically working out the kinks and knots that seem to be a constant in my life. I know they’re stress-related – because I’ve never been one who really knows how to relax. But this spa – and something about the sharp contrast of the snowy, freezing world outside and this luxuriously warm water – this is really working for me.

  “This is heavenly,” I groan. “Just heavenly.”

  “Look at that.”

  I open my eyes and look over at Sawyer. He’s pointing up at something. I raise my eyes to the sky and see the first fat snowflakes drifting lazily to the ground. As we sit there in that boiling cauldron, more flakes fall. It’s not long before they’re coming down more heavily, the ground soon covered in a thin dusting of white. It’s so quiet and still. It’s pure magic. I could get used to the sort of peaceful feeling that envelopes me here.

  “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “This might be the first time ever that I’ve enjoyed the first snow of the year.”

  Sawyer turns to me, a warm, genuine smile on his face. “It’s beautiful. But it’s still nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

  “You’re so smooth.”

  He gives me a leonine grin. “Yes. Yes I am.”

  I smile and lean into him, pressing my mouth to his. Our kiss begins soft and tender but soon becomes hotter than the water we’re soaking in.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Sawyer

  The snow falls all around us, blanketing the world around us in a cloak of white. It gets a bit heavier and thicker with every passing minute, but I don’t get the sense this is going to be a bad storm. It’s likely just a light dusting and nothing more. I’ve always loved coming here simply because I enjoy the natural beauty of the place, but right now, it’s Berlin’s beauty that’s completely captivating me.

  We share a soft, sweet kiss. One that rapidly turns heated. I run my hands down her back, relishing the feel of her body, warm and wet, beneath my fingertips. I push her against the wall of the spa, pressing my body to hers and kiss her even harder as my desire for her grows.

  She reaches underwater and grips my cock, running her hand up and down my thick shaft with a sultry gleam in her eyes. I lean my head back and moan, losing myself in the feeling of her hand on my dick as she jerks me off under the warmth of the water. I turn my face up into the falling snow, enjoying the tiny dots of cold that melt against my warm skin.

  I plant a line of kisses down her neck, drawing a soft moan from her when I graze my teeth against her shoulder. I slide my hands up her body and take her breasts in my hands, teasing her stiff nipples with my thumbs. Berlin grins at me and rubs her fingers against my back, sending tendrils of lightning through me.

  I slide my hand down between Berlin’s thighs and tease her clit with my fingertips. She kisses my chest, swirling the tip of her tongue around my nipples, then gives me a firm bite. I
t’s surprising, but I don’t mind. The sharp pinch of pain morphs into pleasure, and my cock grows impossibly hard.

  I wrap my other arm around her, pulling her even closer to me and slip my fingers into her warm pussy. She shudders against me, her eyes rolling back in her head as I tease them in and out.

  “F – fuck, Sawyer,” she moans. “God yes.”

  As I work her pussy with my fingers, I grab her by the hair and yank her head back. Leaning down, I kiss her neck, gently nipping at the skin as I continue my rhythm slowly and steadily. She grinds herself against me, taking my fingers even deeper, and kisses my neck. Then, as if impatient, she grabs my wrist and starts to thrust my fingers into her faster.

  “You’re holding back,” she gasps.

  “Holding back?”

  She nods. “Don’t be gentle.”

  I give her a wolfish grin. “Music to my ears.”

  Gripping her by the hair, I push her over to the shallower end of the spa, turn her around and bend her over. She gasps when the cold air outside hits her skin, and then squeals when I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. I slip down into the water behind her and slap her ass again, the crack echoing through the still night air.

  Leaning forward, I plunge my tongue into her wet, sweet pussy. I lap at her wetness, relishing her taste. I slide my hand between her thighs, working her clit with my fingers as I continue to lap at her pussy from behind. Berlin pushes herself back against me, grinding her pussy against my face.

  Soon enough, Berlin is moaning and thrashing wildly. Her breathing is ragged, and her voice is thick with desire. When I flick my tongue against her swollen bud, she throws her head back with a cry so loud; it practically shakes the snow off the trees around us. She starts gasping and moaning wildly, and I pick up the pace, teasing and taunting her. She struggles against me, trying to push her pussy against my tongue, begging me for more.

  I oblige. I grasp both hips and pull her against me, suddenly picking up the pace. Berlin’s moans echo into the night as she comes. Hard. She shudders like she’s out of control as she looks over her shoulder at me, pure ecstasy etched deeply on her face.

  She sinks down into the water and crooks her finger at me, beckoning me to her. I don’t need to be asked twice. I wade through the water and grab hold of her, my mouth finding hers. Berlin’s lips part, and my tongue swirls with hers, and she grips my cock again, stroking it hard. I press her against the wall, and she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing me tight.

  The head of my cock parts her soft, swollen lips, and I roll my hips, plunging deep into her. Berlin’s eyes grow wide, and she gasps and grins. Every single damn time, she seems surprised at how long and thick my cock is. Not that I mind. She looks me in the eye, a salacious gleam in her eye.

  “Fuck me, baby,” she gasps. “Fuck me now.”

  I thrust my hips, pumping my cock into her warm wetness. She grabs hold of my upper arms, her nails digging into my skin as I fuck her. I slam myself into her, the water from the spa sloshing out onto the deck, which sends clouds of steam billowing up to the heavens.

  Berlin’s breath is growing ragged. I feel her body tensing up around me, but the expression on her face is one of absolute bliss. I feel her squeeze her inner muscles around my cock, which sends white-hot bolts of ecstasy shooting through me.

  “You feel fucking amazing,” I whisper in her ear. “I love being inside of you.”

  She whimpers, and her body quivers as I plunge my staff into her. She rakes her nails across my back, and I draw in a sharp breath. My body crackles with a carnal energy that lights up every cell in my body. I can’t get enough of this woman.

  Taking a step back, I sit down on the bench and spin her around before pulling her onto my lap. Berlin presses her back against my chest, then reaches down and grips my cock again. She rubs the head of my dick against her swollen bud and presses herself against me harder, nestling the head of my length between her soft lips.

  I kiss her neck as she starts to slowly slide down, impaling herself on me. I cup her breasts, rolling her stiff nipples between my thumb and forefinger, then give it a firm pinch, drawing a sultry groan from her lips. Berlin presses herself back against me, writhing on my lap as she thrusts herself up and down on me. Reaching down with one hand, I rub her clit, making her cry out.

  Feeling my cock sliding in and out of her wetness sends shockwaves of tingles through me. She’s so incredibly tight and slick that I’m having trouble holding off the inevitable explosion that’s coming.

  Berlin’s moans are getting louder, her breath growing more labored. She continues thrusting herself up and down on me. Harder and faster. I feel the pressure building up within me and know we’re both plunging headlong toward the precipice of bliss.

  She turns her head and runs the tip of her tongue along my lips, leaving trails of fire in its wake. My body thrumming with an intense sensual energy, I stand up and turn around, bending Berlin over the edge of the spa again. With one hand, I hold her down against the deck, and with my other, I grab her hair, yanking her head back.

  “Hurry,” she pants. “I’m so close, and I need your cock.”

  I step forward and drive my pulsing cock back into her. Berlin cries out in elation. I rear back, nearly slipping out of her, and drive into her again. Our bodies crash together with a sharp noise as water sprays out onto the deck. I press my fingers into her hips as Berlin pushes herself back against me, taking my staff deeper into her.

  I feel Berlin’s pussy growing tighter, squeezing my shaft harder, and one final thrust pushes me over the edge. I throw my head back and let out a moan I’m sure they heard back in Manhattan as my cock pulses and then erupts inside of her. As I shoot ropes of my thick come deep into her pussy, Berlin lets out a scream that matches my own in volume. She quivers and writhes beneath me as I fill her up.

  Berlin turns around and wraps her arms around the back of my neck, pressing her mouth to mine. Her eyelids are heavy, and she giggles with a loopy exultation.

  “God, I needed that,” she smiles.

  “That makes two of us.”

  I sit down on the bench and pull her onto my lap again. We lean back and let the swirling water warm and soothe us as we bask in the golden afterglow that envelops us. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold onto her tight. This feeling of warmth, of closeness between us, is intoxicating to me.

  I feel for Berlin in ways I’ve never felt for anybody before. She’s constantly in my thoughts – no matter what I do, I can’t get her out of my head. I’m always looking for ways to make her happy. It seems like lately, her happiness is the only thing that matters to me.

  She looks at me with nothing but love in her eyes, and it makes my heart swell. The snow continues to silently fall around us, and the steam from the surface of the spa rises. It’s breathtaking and only adds to the beauty of the night.

  As Berlin curls herself into my lap, I stroke her hair and think that things can’t get any more perfect than they are right now.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Berlin

  “I love it up here,” I say. “I think I want to move here.”

  “I’ve thought about it,” Sawyer muses.

  His statement surprises me. “Really?”

  He chuckles. “Why does that surprise you?”

  “You’re a city boy,” I note with a shrug. “I don’t think you’d be happy living anywhere else.”

  He nods. “Yeah, but I could get used to it up here, I think.”

  We walk hand in hand down the sidewalk, peering in the shops we pass. Allen Street is the main drag that cuts through the center of this small slice of paradise. It looks like something straight out of somebody’s idea of small-town life. Mom and Pop shops line both sides of Allen Street – the only exception to the apparent ban on corporate America being the Starbucks on the corner of the one cross street. Because, of course – Starbucks manages to weasel in everywhere.

  The snow from last night didn
’t stick, and although it’s still cold – the temperature on the electronic bank sign reads thirty-nine degrees – it’s not unpleasant. But even though it’s morning, the sky is the color of dark slate. It looks like it’s going to dump a lot more snow in the not too distant future. But it’s holding off for the moment, and I prefer cooler weather anyway, so it’s perfect.

  “You hungry?”

  I turn to Sawyer and smile. “After twice last night and twice more this morning, I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” I smile salaciously. “I’m famished.”

  “Excellent,” he replies. “We’ll need energy for another round when we get back to the cabin.”

  “You’re incorrigible.”

  “No, I’m insatiable,” he fires back. “There’s a difference.”

  “Fair enough,” I respond with a laugh.

  He leads me into a small diner called Pancake that’s set between an ice cream parlor and a souvenir shop. I inhale deeply and let out a long, satisfied breath.

  “Oh my God, it smells incredible in here,” I gasp.

  Sawyer nods. “This is my favorite place to eat when I’m up here,” he notes. “Been coming here since I was a kid.”

  “Wow, so this is like an antique restaurant,” I giggle.

  “Cute,” he grins at me. “I mean, you do realize you’re only a couple of years younger than me.”

  “The key word there being – younger.”

  We laugh together as a middle-aged woman with iron gray hair greets Sawyer warmly before leading us to a table near the back of the restaurant. She sets the menus down in front of us.

  “It’s good to see you again, Sawyer,” the waitress says.

  “Good to see you too, Bette,” he replies. “This is Berlin.”