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around.”
    “Am I?” He brought his mouth to her lips and warmed them with a kiss.
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    “Definitely.”
    He raised an eyebrow and pulled back. “And how is that?”
    “Shall I count the ways?”
    “I’d love to hear them.”
    She pinched her brows as if deep in thought. “Let’s see… You have excellent interviewing skills and you handle group situations almost as well as you work one-on-one.”
    John grinned and shook his head.
    Her eyes turned a smoky gray. “Not to mention your ability to control a heated…situation.”
    He took her down to the soft, faux bearskin rug in front of the fireplace so fast she gave a yelp of surprise. He tugged down the zipper of her snowsuit then pulled off her boots, peeled off her snowsuit, her flannels next, then her underwear.
    She twisted a lock of her hair with one of her fingers while she stared up at him, naked and beautiful in the firelight. Every time he looked at her like that, she stole his breath. Her red hair was spread out in a wave of fire against the brown bearskin, firelight flickering on her pale, creamy skin. The only thing on her was his gold collar, which to his pleasure she wore all the time. Her freckles sprinkled delicately across her shoulders and her breasts were large, her nipples hard and ripe for tasting. His gaze lingered on the fiery curls between her thighs. Speaking of tasting…
    “You’re dripping,” she said with a teasing smile, and he looked down to see that he was still in his snowsuit.
    He solved that problem in a hurry. In no time he was naked and between her thighs. Together they’d taken care of being tested, so they no longer needed any kind of barrier between them. Damn, how he loved the silky grip of her pussy around his cock.
    John rubbed his erection in his fist as he looked at her and she reached for him. He shook his head, spread her thighs wide and went down on her.
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    She tasted so sweet. No wine could match the flavor of her juices. She moaned and writhed as he licked her and sucked her clit. He pounded his fingers in and out of her pussy as he relentlessly pushed her toward the edge.
    “John, please,” she begged.
    He loved it when she begged.
    “This is your punishment for that snowball fight.” He looked at her as she squirmed from the loss of contact between his mouth and her pussy. “No coming until I say. Understand?”
    She had a pained expression but nodded and he started devouring her again. She sobbed, squirmed and cried, but he didn’t let up until he couldn’t take it anymore.
    He plunged his cock into her pussy in one hard motion, causing her to cry out. She grasped his ass, digging her nails deep in his flesh as he thrust hard. Her cries became louder and longer and perspiration gleamed on her forehead from fighting against her orgasm so hard.
    His own climax built inside him, a hard concentration in his groin that threatened to shoot through his body and out the top of his head.
    When there was no stopping his own orgasm, he barely got out the words, “Come, sweetheart,” before he exploded inside her. She cried out at the same time he did and he felt the hard contractions of her pussy around his cock as he throbbed inside her. He thought he was going to pass out from the intensity of his orgasm.
    Moments later he was cuddling her by the firelight, never wanting to let her go.
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Chapter Six
    Elsie shook her head as John hobbled into his living room on his crutches. “You look so cute,” she said with a grin. “And to think I was the one worried about breaking my leg.”
    He gave her an evil look and she sniggered again.
    When he was settled on the couch with his broken leg resting on a chair, she curled up beside him and laid her head on his shoulder. He felt so warm and solid and smelled of the outdoors and his comfortable masculine scent that she’d come to love.
    He’d broken his leg their last day in Aspen when he’d decided he wanted to