Baby For The Mountain Man

“Exactly. How did you know? I’m even wearing my superhero suit beneath this suit.”

She breathed deeply and laughed, which put me at ease. She was already looking a bit better.

As her boss I wasn’t supposed to care or go out of my way to make her feel comfortable and safe, but now that I finally saw a glimpse of real her—the real Chloe behind the strong, self-sufficient woman she presented to the world—I had an urge to treat her as a princess. Instead of letting her take care of all my needs, I wanted to be the one to take care of her needs.

Now that I thought about it, I realized that not even once I considered how bad she could feel because we were crossing the professional line between us. I knew she valued her career more than anything, so doing something like this to her—something that could put her career at risk—was selfish. Was I corrupting her?

I engaged her into a continuous conversation during our flight, helping her keep her mind off her fear, which not only worked very well, but also made time pass quickly. I enjoyed talking with her, and I managed to learn more about her interests and hobbies.

Our flight landed safely in Colorado, and she relaxed visibly, thanking me time and again for helping her with her fear. We got into a private car I had rented last night and headed to the hotel.

“What do you think?” I asked her as I navigated through the snowy streets, glancing at her. She was looking all around in awe, her lips curled up.

“Everything is covered in snow. It’s so beautiful.”

“I forgot how long the snow could last here.”

“Yeah. And not only that but also all these decorations and lights. This is one of the things I just love about the winter season. It looks romantic.”

I threw another glance at her, wearing a grin on my face. “You like romantic things?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t call myself a sucker for those, but I do like an occasional bouquet or dinner with candles.”

For some reason unknown to me, my brain stored this information for later. Before I could further question myself why all of a sudden I acted like I wanted to go above and beyond to make her happy, I started talking about Denver and fun things to do during winter.

As much as I enjoyed time talking to her, I was getting impatient to get to the hotel. Now that we were alone in the car again, the sexual tension returned with full force, and I just wanted to reach that hotel room and take my time with her.

After what seemed like an eternity, we checked in and arrived at our room, both of us speechless when I locked the door behind me and approached her.

I slid her jacket off, letting it drop down, and placed my hands on her shoulders.

“You’re tense,” I murmured into her hair and brushed my lips against her forehead, feeling her shoulder knots under my fingertips.

“Yeah... Um, I’m a bit tired, and I’m afraid I didn’t sleep quite well last night...”

I stepped away to look at her.

“Why not?”

Her cheeks turned beetle red. “I kept thinking about what happened in your office... And it made me restless.”

I followed her lower lip with my thumb, turned on by her confession. “Do you regret it, Chloe? Do you regret what happened between us?”

Her answer came as a whisper. “No.”

A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. If she’d said she regretted it, I would stop with my advances and go to look for another room. I would respect her feelings no matter how much I wanted her.

But knowing that she felt like me and didn’t regret it? It only urged me to get her naked and show her what the real pleasure was. However, I wanted to reward her first.

“Come here.” I took her by hand and led her to the king size bed in the middle of the luxurious apartment. “I want to give you a massage to relax you first.”

My cock began throbbing when she let out a pleased moan. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass as she lay down on her stomach and looked at me over her shoulder, hungry to taste and touch each part of her.

“Take off your shirt and unzip your jeans.”

My breathing became

labored when she did what I’d told her, and I straddled her, pulling her jeans down until they reached her knees. She was only in her red lingerie, and I took several moments to admire her naked skin, finally able to see her without her clothes.