LOGINElise’s phone buzzed on the nightstand at 7:47 a.m., pulling her from a wet dream.Unknown number: Early instructor perk—lifts open for staff at 8:00. Meet me at the base in 20? Want to show you fresh corduroy before the crowds ruin it.She grinned into the pillow, body still deliciously sore from last night.Elise: Make it 25. Need coffee and to find clothes that aren’t destroyed.Connor: Hurry. Thinking about you in that bikini… and out of it.She was out the door in twenty-three minutes, hair in a messy bun, cheeks flushed from more than the cold. Connor was waiting by the private staff gate, looking unfairly hot in his instructor jacket, beanie pulled low, coffee in each hand.“Thought you might need this,” he said, handing her a steaming cup.“You’re a saint,” she murmured, taking a sip before leaning in to kiss him.“Saint’s not the word I’d use after last night,” he teased against her lips. “Come on. First tracks are waiting.”They rode the empty chairlift in the pale dawn ligh
Connor’s eyes snapped open, dark and hungry. “You think I’m tapping out? Give me thirty seconds and I’ll have you screaming again.”Elise laughed, low and throaty. “Promises, promises.” She leaned down, licking a stripe up his neck to his ear. “I want to ride your face this time. I’ve been fantasising about it since the hot tub.”Connor groaned, his hands immediately grabbing her hips. “Fuck yes. Get up here.”She didn’t wait. Straddling his chest, she slid forward until her knees framed his head. Connor’s hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down the last few inches until her dripping core hovered over his mouth.“Sit,” he ordered, voice rough. “Don’t hover. I want all of you.”Elise lowered herself slowly, gasping the second his tongue made contact.“Oh my goodness—Connor!”He licked her like a starving man at first, then circling her clit. His hands kneaded her ass, spreading her wider, holding her exactly where he wanted.“Ride me,” he mumbled against her folds. “Use my face, Eli
Connor’s gloved hands settled firmly on her waist, guiding her body through the carve. His voice was low and confident, the kind of tone that made beginners listen and experienced skiers melt. Elise felt the heat of his palms even through her insulated jacket, and she definitely didn’t pull away.“Like this?” she asked, letting her hips sway a little more than necessary, pressing back just enough to feel the hard planes of his chest against her shoulder blades.“Exactly like that,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re a natural when you stop thinking so hard.”She laughed. “It’s been years. I’m rusty.”“Doesn’t feel rusty to me,” he said, fingers tightening for a split second before he released her to ski ahead. “Again. I’ll watch from below this time.”Elise pushed off, carving smoother turns than she’d managed in a decade, hyper-aware of his gaze tracking every movement. By the end of the hour, her cheeks were flushed from more than exertion.“You’re picking it up c
David’s hands slid up Sophia’s thighs, bunching her crisp uniform skirt around her waist as he pressed her back onto the unmade bed.“You said you wanted me to ruin this perfect little outfit,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “So let’s make it happen.”Sophia’s breath caught, her legs already parting for him. “Do your worst, David. I dare you.”He didn’t waste time. In one swift move, he ripped open her blouse, buttons scattering across the duvet like tiny pearls.“David!” she gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning. “That was my last clean one!”“I’ll buy you ten more,” he growled, mouth descending on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Right now, I need you naked under this skirt.”His fingers hooked into her lace panties and yanked them down her long legs, tossing them aside. She was already soaked again, glistening for him.“Look at you,” he said, sliding two fingers deep inside her without warning. “So wet. You’ve been thinking about this the whole time you were dow
David stirred under the warm duvet, half-asleep, dreaming of soft lips and heat, until he realised it wasn’t a dream at all.Sophia’s mouth was wrapped around his cock, slow, wet and perfect.He groaned deeply, eyes fluttering open to the sight of her dark hair spilling over his thighs, her head bobbing lazily as she took him deeper. One of her hands stroked the base while the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently.“Fuck… Sophia,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep and instant lust. “Good morning to you too.”She pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at him through her lashes, lips shiny and swollen. “Morning, handsome. Thought you deserved a proper wake-up call after last night.”David reached down, threading his fingers through her hair. “You’re spoiling me already.”Sophia grinned, licking a long stripe from base to tip. “Are you complaining?”“Not even a little.” He watched her take him back in, hollowing her cheeks, humming so the vibration shot straight through him. “Jesus,
"Flight 247 to New York, flight 612 to Los Angeles, and all remaining departures this evening have been cancelled due to severe winter weather conditions. We apologise for the inconvenience and recommend passengers seek overnight accommodations."The intercom crackled over the chaotic hum of Chicago O'Hare's terminal, cutting through the frustrated murmurs of hundreds of stranded passengers.David groaned, rubbing his temples as he stared at the departure board flashing red "CANCELED" across every line. Another business trip derailed. He slung his carry-on over his shoulder and joined the people leaving, muttering under his breath."Perfect. Just perfect."Outside, the wind howled. David squeezed onto the last hotel-bound bus, wedged between suitcases and exhausted travellers. That's when he noticed her. She was standing just a few feet away, holding onto the overhead rail with one manicured hand. He read her name tag—Sophia…? Her flight attendant uniform hugged her curves perfectly







