Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

The bride I made a dress for is getting married tomorrow, and while we’ve done her fitting and everything was perfect a few months ago, she wanted to be sure the dress was just right, so I’m here to help her put it on and make sure it fits flawlessly. Not that I can blame her for the request after the money she forked out for me to create it.

It doesn’t take long before Colden is pulling me into his fancy hotel suite. I could tell from his suit and the Rolex on his wrist that the man had money, even though he never brought it up or was openly braggy about it. He simply said he was an investor. I’m not sure what that really is, but clearly it pays well. This is somehow becoming more real by the second because I’m in his suite, and we’re pulling at each other's clothes.

“I should probably tell you that this isn’t something I normally do.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I know they sound made up. I’m sure everyone says that.

“I’m shocked that my small-town girl doesn’t come to the city to have flings.”

“You hush,” I tease him back. I didn’t tell him where I was from, just that I was in the city for work and lived in a small town. When I told him the city could be a bit overwhelming, that’s when he offered to be my guide for the day.

“This isn’t something I do either.”

I pause, my fingers on the buttons of his shirt. I have to drop my head all the way back to stare up into his cool blue eyes. “Is that a way to get me into bed?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Why do I need to make that up, Caroline? You’re already here.” He lifts me then carries me toward the bedroom before laying me down on the bed.

“It’s more than that, Colden. I’ve never done this at all.” I decide to lay it out there because I don’t want him to be surprised.

“That makes two of us.” I blink a few times, trying to process what he’s saying. I’m sure I misheard him.

“Now I know you’re messing with me.” I start to sit up because I don’t find this funny, but he stops me.

“You don’t have to believe me, but it’s true. I can be a bit old-fashioned.”

“As in waiting for your wedding day?” I question skeptically. I don’t think I’m old-fashioned; I just live in a small town and know everyone, which can make dating weird. Who wants to be running into not only their exes but also their lover's ex as well? That’s a big no for me.

“Waiting for the woman I’d marry,” he says, and my breath catches. Whoa. Did he really say that? Here I was worried about me being a clinger.

“Colden?” From the expression on his face, I want to believe him, but I’m a bit naïve about all this. But as he said, why does he need to smooth lines right now? I’m already half naked in his hotel bed.

“We’ll talk about that later. The last thing I want right now is to send you running from here freaked out. I might be new at this, but when I put my mind to something, I get the job done.”

A small laugh leaves me. “And what job is that right now?”

“Getting you naked and making you cum.”

He’s not joking. In seconds, he has me stripped down to nothing and spread out across the bed, and I watch as he removes his own clothes. A small gasp leaves me when I see the size of his cock. The man really is big all over.

He makes me feel small compared to him. Part of why I decided to open my shop was because I wanted to cater to women of all shapes and sizes. I’ve always been on the curvy side, and it could be hard to find cute dresses, so I started to make them myself. However, with Colden looming over me, I’m like a delicate doll in comparison.

“I’m nervous,” I admit. I’m not sure if it’s because of the sex or the fact that this man is so easily working his way into my heart. Hell, maybe my soul.

He spreads my thighs and then turns serious. “You can say stop at any time, but right now, I’m going to eat your pussy.” My face flushes at the blunt words that no one has ever said to me before. I love them. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you spread out. I have to taste you.”

He buries his face between my legs, and his tongue is magic. Slowly he starts to work his thick fingers inside me as he pushes me over the edge into an orgasm. I cry out his name, but he doesn’t stop there. Colden’s mouth is relentless as he licks and sucks until I’m cumming again. My body begins to melt into the bed as pleasure simmers through me.

“Colden!” I cry out when he keeps stroking my clit with his tongue, and now my legs are shaking at this point.

“Still nervous?” he asks when he lifts his head.

“No.” He got me off faster and better than I’ve ever been able to do myself.

He trails kisses up my body until he claims my mouth and I taste myself on his lips. “I’ll have to make this up to you,” he says, pressing the head of his cock inside of me. My sex contracts around it, wanting more of him inside of me. My body is begging to be filled and stretched by him, and I want this deep connection in every way possible.

“Make what—” I gasp before I can finish my question as he thrusts deep. A mixture of pain and pleasure blend together as my body gets what it wants. Colden stills over me, his cock lodged all the way inside. I feel warmth bloom as a deep groan rumbles from him. That’s when I realize what he meant by making it up to me. He came so fast.