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Completely mine.
She begins to tremble underneath me, her back bowing as she bites down on my hand, then I feel her inner muscles clench around me once, twice and then I follow her off the edge.
“Hey Liv,” I ask, partly opening the door to peek out. Amber is currently in a heap on the bed, too exhausted and sex-crazed to move.
“Hey. I was under the impression we were going skiing today but I haven’t seen either of you all morning.”
“We have been kind of busy. Amber is feeling a little—uhm—under the weather.”
Liv giggles giving me a knowing look, “Is that what we are calling it huh? I have noticed she has not been posting much since we got here, too.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I tell her.
“Yeah, sure thing, grumpy. Just keep her hydrated please and tell her that her fans and followers miss her.”
“I will. Say hey to Tracy and maybe we can see you guys for breakfast tomorrow morning.”
“But it is not even two p.m. yet? Are you guys not planning on leaving the room at all?”
“Like I said,” I chuckle. “She is under the weather.”
“Bye,” Olivia laughs and walks away.
I close the door and then turn to face Amber who is still lying in the same position breathing heavily.
“Your fans miss you,” I tell her.
“I will post something in the evening,” she says then stretches out her hand towards me, “In the meantime, can you come back to this tiny, tiny bed so I can ravish you.”
“Say less!” I stalk towards her, already thinking of the next position I will be putting her in.
Chapter 15
A Business Proposal
Amber
Therestofthetrip goes by in a blur. Jackson and I spend the majority of it between the sheets. We go skiing with Tracy and Olivia and I take a lot of content for my vlogs. I even managed to interview the marketing manager one evening.
It is by far my favorite of all the destinations, but that could all be because of the newfound relationship Jackson and I are caught in.
We don’t talk about the future or the past or what will happen as soon as we leave the ski lodge, but I can feel a gnawing in the pit of my stomach as the days go by.
The night before we have to fly back home to Denver, he takes me out for dinner. I wear a cute sequin jumpsuit and a long navy coat which he immediately takes off me as soon as we get back.
“Do you have something against my clothes?” I ask him as he pushes me against the door and pulls my zipper down.
“Nope! I just think you look a whole lot better naked,” he murmurs against my skin, and within minutes, he has me fully naked and bent over the bed as he eats me up.
The sex that follows is sensational and passionate and we collapse on the bed exhausted and satiated after.
I rub a palm on his skin, mesmerized by his tattoos.
Screw it! It is our last night here, and I have been wanting to ask for so long. If I don’t do it now, I will never know.
“Can I ask you something?” I whisper.
He chuckles. “If you are going to need another go, then I will need a second to catch my breath.”
