Free One Hot Winter's Night by Serenity Woods

“Cheese? Surely you’d prefer chocolate?”
    “I don’t like chocolate.”
    He stared at her. “Jeez, you call yourself a woman? You don’t like foreplay or chocolate?”
    “I didn’t say I didn’t like foreplay, I said I didn’t need it.”
    Her words, echoing his in the Ice Hotel, made him smile. “Well, as it’s me that would be doing the licking, I choose chocolate.”
    She shivered at the thought of him covering her in chocolate and removing it with his tongue. He was so gorgeous in his tux, she felt weak at the knees. “Can we please stop talking about licking?”
    “You started it.”
    She heaved a big sigh. “What do you want, Heath?”
    “I want to know if you’ll go to dinner with me tomorrow. Just the two of us.”
    “A date?” She looked up at him in alarm. “Absolutely not. I don’t date.”
    “What, never?”
    “Heath, I think there are a few things we should get straight. I don’t date, and I don’t want a relationship. I’m only interested in my job and, as you are already aware, I do whatever’s necessary to get the artefacts I want. I’m not going to change myself for anyone.”
    He’d been studying her while she spoke, his face expressionless. Now he nodded. “I see.” He cleared his throat. “What about sex?”

Chapter 10
    She stared at him. “What about it? As you know, I don’t have sex.”
    “Didn’t,” he corrected with a smirk.
    She bit her lip and looked away, embarrassed. “That was a blip.”
    “Maybe. But the fact is that we did make love. You liked me enough to finally give up your virginity.”
    She glared again. “We didn’t make love . We had sex . Let’s not pretend it was anything more than that. And…I was curious, that’s all.”
    He shrugged. “That’s my point. You must have…needs.”
    “There are ways a woman can satisfy herself without having to resort to finding a man,” she scoffed.
    His eyes went unfocussed, and she realised he was picturing her pleasuring herself.
    He sighed. “What are you trying to do to me?”
    In spite of herself, she laughed. Even when she’d flirted with men, they’d never been this intimate. It was a new sensation, and not an unpleasant one. He knew what she was like in bed. She’d pleased him. She couldn’t help but glow at that.
    He blinked and re-focused on her. “As gratifying as battery-operated devices are, they can’t kiss you like a real lover.”
    She met his gaze, remembering his deep, warm kisses as he moved inside her. “True.”
    “So maybe I can help you out a little.”
    “What do you mean?” She was suddenly breathless.
    He nuzzled her ear again. “I’m sure now you’ve experienced the delights of sex you’re interested in finding out more. And I’d be happy to show you. So how about if I agree to absolutely no post-coital contact? I won’t phone, I won’t try and find you, I won’t pretend it’s more than just really, really good sex.” He pulled back and looked at her. “This is one of the most bizarre conversations I’ve ever had. You’re like the complete antithesis of any woman I’ve ever met, do you know that?”
    She bit her lip. He was so gorgeous she was close to throwing him on the floor and doing him under the chandelier.
    He raised an eyebrow. “Well?”
    “Sex is part of a transaction,” she stated, determined not to let him know how tempted she was by his offer. “And you have nothing I want.”
    “Are you sure about that?” His eyes twinkled. “I’m sure there’s a certain piece of my anatomy you’d like to get your hands on.” He was so close to her now it was easy for him to brush his lips against hers. “Think about it, Catherine. No commitment, no risk. No strings attached. The only thing I will promise you is as many orgasms as we can cram into one night.” His hazel eyes were intense. She had no doubt he meant every word he said.
    “Oh.” She felt slightly faint. Orgasms, plural? “Nobody calls me Catherine.” Her voice was little