Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

“Five,” I say as I reach for the buttons on my shirt.

“What are you doing?” Her breathing has sped up as she takes a step back.

“Four.” My shirt is open, and now I reach for the belt.

“Gabriel, it was just a joke.” She softens and holds her hands up.

“Three.”

“I’m sorry, it was just a little teasing fun. Don’t be mad.” She backs up another step, and her smile falls.

“Two.” I drop my belt on the ground, and it echoes through the empty building.

“Shit!” she squeals as she turns and takes off running. I give her about a half a second head start before I go after her.

“One!” I shout and dart through the rows of books. “Gotcha.” I snag her around the waist, and this time she screams from excitement. “Go ahead and beg for it, dollface. This is what you wanted.”

Pinning her back against the bookshelf, I see we’re in the romance section. How fitting. I lift her up, and her legs automatically go around my waist as I reach between us and unzip my jeans.

“Gabriel,” she whines, rocking against me, and I can see the desperate need in her eyes.

“Are you wet enough?” My hand goes under her skirt, and I growl when I feel her bare pussy with nothing covering it. “You’ll pay for this.”

“Don’t stop.” She rubs against my hand, and she’s fucking soaked. It’s on her thighs, and she’s greedy as she rolls her hips.

“Tell me if it hurts,” I say in a quiet voice as I swipe my cock through her wet folds.

She nods, and just as I enter her, she slams down on my dick. We both groan at the instant connection that has always been so fucking perfect. I hold myself inside her so she can adjust, but she’s already squeezing me and trying to move up and down. I’ve got her hips pinned tight to the books as I take my time and just feel her warm, wet heat around me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.

“Please, Gabriel,” she begs, and it’s my undoing.

I start to pump gently, but it’s too good, and instinct takes over. I’m thrusting hard, and she’s taking every inch as I pull down the front of her dress and suck on her tits. She’s wet here too, and I drink some of her sweet milk as I start to cum. It’s been too long, and being inside her perfect cunt takes it from me.

“Right there,” she cries out, arching her back and squeezing around me.

Her climax is long and wet as I pump into her and she goes limp in my arms. Long after I’ve gotten the last drop out of my cock, I still keep myself buried deep. I’ve longed for this connection with her, and now that I’ve got it back, I’m in no hurry to separate us.

“Open your eyes,” I order as I take her chin in my hands. When she looks at me, I see her peaceful expression along with so much love. “I’m nowhere close to finished.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she says and wiggles on my cock.



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THE END!





STALKING THE SECRET BABY





Carol makes dresses for a living, and the night before a big wedding she meets the man of her dreams. One passionate evening changes her life... Only it turns out the man of her dreams isn't who he claimed to be. Off to Troping she runs with a secret she isn't ready to share.

Colden had the greatest night of his life with a woman he knew was the one. But when he comes back and finds his bed empty, his world falls apart. For months he's been searching for her, and now he's finally found her.

Warning: Secrets can't keep in Troping, especially with a hero determined to find the love that ran away. Mistaken identity? Secret baby? We've got the best of both worlds in this quick holiday love story!





CHAPTER 1





CAROLINE





“You room or mine?” Colden asks as we enter the hotel elevator. I can barely think straight with his mouth and hands on me. “Babe,” he says as he lifts his mouth from mine.

Every time he calls me babe, honey, or even sweetheart, I melt. I don’t know what spell this man has over me, but I’m all in.

“Yours,” I respond, thinking that might be the safer thing to do.

At least this way, I have an escape back to my room, but at the rate things are going, I don’t think I’ll be trying to escape anything. From the moment I bumped into Colden in the hotel lobby, sparks flew. I didn’t think love at first sight was real, but I’m second-guessing that now.

We spent the whole afternoon together and then had dinner. Afterwards, he showed me around the city—by chance, he was in town for an event too. We have both danced around the fact that this might not be more than one night of passion. I know I have been vague because I don’t want to be a stage-five clinger after knowing the man for only a few hours, but here I am headed up to his hotel room. We both know what is about to happen, and this is not something I do. Ever. It’s so out of character for me, but I’m finding that it’s part of the excitement.

Hell, I hardly come to the city to begin with. I live in a small town that I adore, where I own a small boutique that focuses more on dresses than anything. Over time, word has spread of some of my designs, and some offers I couldn't turn down had me popping into the city more often. Which is why I’m here this weekend.