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I’m not crazy about snow.”
“How about hot chocolate and popcorn on a bearskin rug in front of a warm fireplace?”
She laughed. “Okay, the idea definitely has merits.”
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“Good. I’ll make arrangements,” he said before she blew a kiss over the phone to him and he grinned like a fool.
* * * * *
A snowball exploded in John’s face and he wiped icy snow out of his eyes with the back of his gloved hand. “Wench,” he said with a grin, the warmth in his chest heating any chill the snow could cause. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Wench?” Elsie nailed him again, dead on, before he had a chance to scoop up his own snowball. “I was captain of the softball team.” She planted one between his eyes, but not before he got her in the chest. “Starting pitcher.”
“Yeah, well I was first string offensive tackle,” he said just before he dove for her and tackled her into a snow bank.
Elsie giggled as she squirmed beneath him and tried to free herself. As he looked down at her, she took his breath away. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, her lips red, and her ever-changing hazel eyes almost blue like the sky.
Snow slammed into the side of his head and he jerked back to see that she’d taken advantage of his momentary lapse and got him good with a handful of snow.
She wriggled and laughed some more, but he held on and pulled her down so that she was beneath him again and he had her gloved hands pinned above her head in the snow.
“Hey, no fair,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.
“All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart,” he said as he started to tickle her through her ski jacket, under her arms. He’d discovered she was extremely ticklish.
Elsie laughed and screamed as she fought against his hold. “Noooooo.” She was laughing so hard she could barely get the word out.
“That’s your first punishment,” he said as she giggled so hard she was having a hard time breathing. He let up on her and stopped tickling so she could catch her breath.
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Her breath rose and fell beneath her ski jacket. “What f-f-for?” Her lips were starting to turn blue from the cold. He’d take care of that.
Instead of answering, he kissed her slowly, letting his mouth warm her lips before he kissed her more deeply. Elsie sighed into his mouth and relaxed her body. He released her lips and cupped her face in his gloved hands, holding her still so that he could take her more thoroughly. His ski pants strangled his cock and he ground his hips between her thighs. She made soft little moans and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He picked her up by her ass that was probably still sore from a spanking last night—it had been at least a week since her last one. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and smiled at him as he carried her toward their cabin.
They were in Aspen and staying at a cabin owned by John’s friend. It was huge—
could hardly be called a cabin by traditional standards—but it had a cozy feel to it.
When they were in the cabin, John got a fire going in the massive fireplace that also served as a fireplace in the master bedroom. She had peeled her gloves off and was shivering while he stoked the fire. Even though they’d had a ridiculous amount of fun the last couple of weeks in Aspen, snow still wasn’t her favorite thing. With Elsie, anything was his favorite, as long as he spent the time with her.
He was in such deep shit when it came to Elsie. Way over his head.
When the room was toasty—aided by the state-of-the-art heating system his friend had installed in the luxury cabin—John helped her strip out of her snowsuit. She was still chilled and as he slowly took her clothing off he kissed every cold part on her body he could find.
He pushed away her hood and released her hair. Elsie sighed as he started with her nose, kissing it before moving to each of her ears.
“John,” she said on top of a moan. “You’re a useful man to have
“How about hot chocolate and popcorn on a bearskin rug in front of a warm fireplace?”
She laughed. “Okay, the idea definitely has merits.”
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“Good. I’ll make arrangements,” he said before she blew a kiss over the phone to him and he grinned like a fool.
* * * * *
A snowball exploded in John’s face and he wiped icy snow out of his eyes with the back of his gloved hand. “Wench,” he said with a grin, the warmth in his chest heating any chill the snow could cause. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Wench?” Elsie nailed him again, dead on, before he had a chance to scoop up his own snowball. “I was captain of the softball team.” She planted one between his eyes, but not before he got her in the chest. “Starting pitcher.”
“Yeah, well I was first string offensive tackle,” he said just before he dove for her and tackled her into a snow bank.
Elsie giggled as she squirmed beneath him and tried to free herself. As he looked down at her, she took his breath away. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, her lips red, and her ever-changing hazel eyes almost blue like the sky.
Snow slammed into the side of his head and he jerked back to see that she’d taken advantage of his momentary lapse and got him good with a handful of snow.
She wriggled and laughed some more, but he held on and pulled her down so that she was beneath him again and he had her gloved hands pinned above her head in the snow.
“Hey, no fair,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.
“All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart,” he said as he started to tickle her through her ski jacket, under her arms. He’d discovered she was extremely ticklish.
Elsie laughed and screamed as she fought against his hold. “Noooooo.” She was laughing so hard she could barely get the word out.
“That’s your first punishment,” he said as she giggled so hard she was having a hard time breathing. He let up on her and stopped tickling so she could catch her breath.
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Her breath rose and fell beneath her ski jacket. “What f-f-for?” Her lips were starting to turn blue from the cold. He’d take care of that.
Instead of answering, he kissed her slowly, letting his mouth warm her lips before he kissed her more deeply. Elsie sighed into his mouth and relaxed her body. He released her lips and cupped her face in his gloved hands, holding her still so that he could take her more thoroughly. His ski pants strangled his cock and he ground his hips between her thighs. She made soft little moans and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He picked her up by her ass that was probably still sore from a spanking last night—it had been at least a week since her last one. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and smiled at him as he carried her toward their cabin.
They were in Aspen and staying at a cabin owned by John’s friend. It was huge—
could hardly be called a cabin by traditional standards—but it had a cozy feel to it.
When they were in the cabin, John got a fire going in the massive fireplace that also served as a fireplace in the master bedroom. She had peeled her gloves off and was shivering while he stoked the fire. Even though they’d had a ridiculous amount of fun the last couple of weeks in Aspen, snow still wasn’t her favorite thing. With Elsie, anything was his favorite, as long as he spent the time with her.
He was in such deep shit when it came to Elsie. Way over his head.
When the room was toasty—aided by the state-of-the-art heating system his friend had installed in the luxury cabin—John helped her strip out of her snowsuit. She was still chilled and as he slowly took her clothing off he kissed every cold part on her body he could find.
He pushed away her hood and released her hair. Elsie sighed as he started with her nose, kissing it before moving to each of her ears.
“John,” she said on top of a moan. “You’re a useful man to have
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