Taylor Dearborn has resolved to swear off men for a year. They're back-stabbing SOBs.
Zack Ortega is back in the States looking for some serious sexual R&R before returning to work. When they're snowbound together in a remote cabin, who will be the first to undergo a Meltdown?
Zack glanced around the A-frame. The long rectangular room ran the length of the camp with floor-to-ceiling windows at one end. A balcony spanned one side, probably where the bedrooms were.
He had barely completed his exam before Jeremy's sister came back, her abundant breasts hidden under a shapeless sweatshirt. But he could still picture them in his mind, the lush mounds spilling over the top of minuscule triangles of red lace that barely covered her nipples. He felt his dick stir again and tried to erase the image. Without much luck. His dick smelled pussy.
"So, how come you're here?" she asked again, her green eyes as hot as the uncooled beam of a laser scalpel. "He's still out of the country."
"Jeremy and I weren't on the same tour this time. I think he's in southeast Asia. I went to a village in the Amazon basin."
"How'd you get the key, then?"
"He keeps a spare in his locker at the hospital. I have a key to it and he has a key to mine," he added to forestall another question.
She was silent for a minute, apparently digesting his explanation.
"You must be Taylor. He's talked about you a lot." He hoped knowing her name would ease any concerns she might have.
She stared at him for a long moment before her expression softened. "I can imagine what he's told you."
"He didn't tell me how beautiful you are." The words were out before he could stop them.
Her gaze narrowed.
"I'm sorry. That was totally inappropriate." He grinned. "It's true, though."
His apology seemed to have worked. A faint smile creased her full lips.
"Well, it's great to meet you—Zack. I expect I'll see you around."
Zack frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Now that you see I'm here, I assume you'll leave."
"Huh?"
"We can't both stay here."
"Why not?"
"I don't know you. And I need some recuperation time. Alone."
"Me, too."
Taylor Dearborn has resolved to swear off men for a year. They're back-stabbing SOBs.
Zack Ortega is back in the States looking for some serious sexual R&R before returning to work. When they're snowbound together in a remote cabin, who will be the first to undergo a Meltdown?
Zack glanced around the A-frame. The long rectangular room ran the length of the camp with floor-to-ceiling windows at one end. A balcony spanned one side, probably where the bedrooms were.
He had barely completed his exam before Jeremy's sister came back, her abundant breasts hidden under a shapeless sweatshirt. But he could still picture them in his mind, the lush mounds spilling over the top of minuscule triangles of red lace that barely covered her nipples. He felt his dick stir again and tried to erase the image. Without much luck. His dick smelled pussy.
"So, how come you're here?" she asked again, her green eyes as hot as the uncooled beam of a laser scalpel. "He's still out of the country."
"Jeremy and I weren't on the same tour this time. I think he's in southeast Asia. I went to a village in the Amazon basin."
"How'd you get the key, then?"
"He keeps a spare in his locker at the hospital. I have a key to it and he has a key to mine," he added to forestall another question.
She was silent for a minute, apparently digesting his explanation.
"You must be Taylor. He's talked about you a lot." He hoped knowing her name would ease any concerns she might have.
She stared at him for a long moment before her expression softened. "I can imagine what he's told you."
"He didn't tell me how beautiful you are." The words were out before he could stop them.
Her gaze narrowed.
"I'm sorry. That was totally inappropriate." He grinned. "It's true, though."
His apology seemed to have worked. A faint smile creased her full lips.
"Well, it's great to meet you—Zack. I expect I'll see you around."
Zack frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Now that you see I'm here, I assume you'll leave."
"Huh?"
"We can't both stay here."
"Why not?"
"I don't know you. And I need some recuperation time. Alone."
"Me, too."
Meltdown
Taylor Dearborn has resolved to swear off men for a year. They're back-stabbing SOBs.
Zack Ortega is back in the States looking for some serious sexual R&R before returning to work. When they're snowbound together in a remote cabin, who will be the first to undergo a Meltdown?
Excerpt
Zack glanced around the A-frame. The long rectangular room ran the length of the camp with floor-to-ceiling windows at one end. A balcony spanned one side, probably where the bedrooms were.
He had barely completed his exam before Jeremy's sister came back, her abundant breasts hidden under a shapeless sweatshirt. But he could still picture them in his mind, the lush mounds spilling over the top of minuscule triangles of red lace that barely covered her nipples. He felt his dick stir again and tried to erase the image. Without much luck. His dick smelled pussy.
"So, how come you're here?" she asked again, her green eyes as hot as the uncooled beam of a laser scalpel. "He's still out of the country."
"Jeremy and I weren't on the same tour this time. I think he's in southeast Asia. I went to a village in the Amazon basin."
"How'd you get the key, then?"
"He keeps a spare in his locker at the hospital. I have a key to it and he has a key to mine," he added to forestall another question.
She was silent for a minute, apparently digesting his explanation.
"You must be Taylor. He's talked about you a lot." He hoped knowing her name would ease any concerns she might have.
She stared at him for a long moment before her expression softened. "I can imagine what he's told you."
"He didn't tell me how beautiful you are." The words were out before he could stop them.
Her gaze narrowed.
"I'm sorry. That was totally inappropriate." He grinned. "It's true, though."
His apology seemed to have worked. A faint smile creased her full lips.
"Well, it's great to meet you—Zack. I expect I'll see you around."
Zack frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Now that you see I'm here, I assume you'll leave."
"Huh?"
"We can't both stay here."
"Why not?"
"I don't know you. And I need some recuperation time. Alone."
"Me, too."
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