Chapter 4

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H oly fuck. What had I gotten myself into? My goal had been to head down the mountain and go home. I’d grab some takeout from the taco stand near my house and kick my feet up and watch TV until bedtime.

But the sign for the Seduction Summit Lodge was right there as I drove down the mountain after a long day of scouting locations and taking notes and pictures. I also shot a message to the guy advertising custom log homes on a gigantic sign on the main road. Why put all my eggs in one basket?

But work wasn’t on my mind when I turned into the lodge parking lot. I wasn’t sure what my plan was. All I knew was it involved visiting the gift shop.

And now here I was, in the back room of that very gift shop, surrounded by stacks of boxes. Skye was showing me around, her voice shaking slightly as she went through the various supplies and inventory around us.

She wasn’t thinking about any of that, though. No, her mind was likely on what I’d offered to do to her. That much was clear from the look on her face when she came to a complete stop.

“This probably isn’t the best place for it,” she said, looking around, her smile fading.

Her arms were crossed over her chest, like she wanted to protect herself. The last damn thing she needed was to protect herself from me. I’d protect her from any danger she faced.

“I can leave,” I said. “I definitely don’t want to push you into anything you aren’t ready to do.”

“I’m ready,” she blurted, dropping both arms and staring at me with fire in her eyes. “Never been more ready. No, I just meant this.” She gestured to indicate her surroundings. “There’s not even a flat surface to do it on.”

I nodded toward a table with chairs around it. “What about that?”

“The break table? That’s where we have our meals.”

“We?”

She shifted her gaze upward slightly, clearly thinking through what she’d just said. “Okay, so it’s just me right now. The plan is to eventually have more employees, but I’m the only one who works this gift shop. If I don’t show up, the door stays locked.”

That sucked, but it was the least of my concerns right now. She didn’t want to do anything unsanitary on the surface where she ate her meals. I got that—although we could wipe the table down afterward.

“You’re right,” she said.

A frown naturally took over my face as I tried to work through what I might be right about. I hadn’t voiced the thought about wiping down the table, had I?

“I’m the only employee,” she said. “Who cares? It’s not like my mouth isn’t about to go where…”

She stopped there, frowning, just as I had been. She seemed to be stuck, but I wanted to know where she thought her mouth might go. I wanted to hear it in detail.

But it was too early for that. She’d never done any of this. I needed to give her time to ease into it.

“You’ve had an orgasm before, though,” I said.

I could only assume she’d gratified herself. After all, I figured out how to jerk off when I was twelve. I didn’t stop until… Well, I never stopped. I just slowed down over the years.

“No,” she said. “Never.”

“You’ve never touched yourself?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I was curious, but I never tried, even when my friends told me I should. I guess I wasn’t sure how.”

I could help with that. “Take off all your clothes and go sit on that table.”

She hesitated, and for a second or two, I was sure she was going to say no. This could be the very thing that made her back out. If so, I’d never forgive myself for fucking this up.

But a smile spread over her face just seconds before she grabbed her shirt and jerked it over her head, tossing it to the floor. That revealed a gigantic pair of breasts that almost spilled out over the top of a white cotton bra.

“You too,” she said. “Take all of it off.”

That brought a smile to my face. Not a small one, either. It might’ve been the first smile she’d seen from me. I reserved it for situations like this one when I was truly happy.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, though, as I stripped down to my boxers. I paused there, not sure if it might be too much for a virgin to see my fully erect penis before we’d even kissed. I couldn’t help but notice she kept her own briefs on as she hopped up on the table. That was fine by me. Her breasts were now bare, and I could stare at those generous mounds with their perfect rose-colored tips all day.

“Boxers too,” she said. “Show me how you do it.”

I tugged my boxers down and kicked them off, taking in the way her expression changed as she got a look at what was beneath. Her lips parted as she stared at me. I took that to mean she liked what she saw.

“Show you how I do what?” I asked.

“You know.” Her gaze moved to my face briefly before returning to my erection. “Touch yourself.”

She wanted me to show her how I touched myself. I just hoped she didn’t expect it to be some kind of sexy sight. There was nothing attractive about a man jerking off. Not the way I saw it.

“At the same time.” I wrapped my hand around my cock and held still, adding, “Slide your hand under your underwear and find the small nub of flesh at the very top of your pussy.”

Nub of flesh. I didn’t know a better way to describe it. The word “flesh” sounded anything but sexy, though.

“My clit,” she said. “Everyone says that’s the spot to focus on.”

“Sure is,” I said.

She did exactly as I instructed, not taking her eyes off my hand as she parted her legs slightly and reclined back, propping herself up with her left hand, palm down, on the table behind her. Her right hand went beneath the elastic waistband of her cotton briefs.

Her eyes finally drifted shut as I saw her hand moving beneath the thin cloth. The look on her face wasn’t pleasure, though. It was concentration. She seemed to be trying to figure out what she was doing.

I began slowly stroking as I watched that hand move. I couldn’t see what she was doing exactly, but this was even hotter—just knowing she was pleasuring herself and I couldn’t see it.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

Her eyes opened just in time to catch me on my third stroke. I picked up the pace a little, rubbing my finger over the tip to grab the bead of moisture that had formed there and use it to lubricate.

“Oh, God, that’s hot,” she said. “I think that’s doing it for me more than my finger.”

Watching me touch myself was turning her on. This woman might be a wildcat in bed. That was good news.

“You like this?” I asked.

I moved my left hand underneath to stroke my balls and gave them a little squeeze for good measure. I normally didn’t make that a part of my jerk-off ritual, but I was putting on a show for her.

“Mm-hmm,” she said in a breathy voice. “This feels amazing. Kind of warm and tingly. Is there a certain way I’m supposed to do it?”

“Whatever feels good for you.” I shrugged. “You can go in circles. Back and forth, up and down, criss-cross… You can even spell out the alphabet.”

I’d heard of men doing that with their tongues. I’d never tried it. But the look on her face told me I probably shouldn’t have brought up that little tidbit. Now she was no doubt trying to figure out how to incorporate the alphabet into what she was doing.

To make up for it, I gave my cock a little more attention, making my strokes long and deliberate, but still slow. I needed to hold out. I didn’t want to come until I was inside her.

“I want to watch you,” she said. “Let’s do this together.”

Oh, fuck, how could I turn down that request? Yes, I’d prefer to feel that tight pussy surrounding me when I came, but there’d be plenty of time for that. Besides, I didn’t have a condom tonight. It was probably better to wait.

But this wouldn’t be waiting. It would just be an appetizer leading up to the main course, and whether that main course came tonight or another night didn’t matter. I planned to keep this woman satisfied for the rest of my life.