Page 31 of Chilled and Thrilled

“Fuck, Sophie.”

My name, groaned by Bram Vogel as he’s coming, is quickly filed away as the single hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

“I love how that feels,” I admit quietly once Bram has sagged forward, holding his weight with forearms braced on either side of me.

His lips find my shoulder, kissing me sweetly. “I do too. It’s been a while.”

Biting my lip, I turn my head to meet his eyes. “I have an IUD. So it shouldn’t be, you know, an issue.”

Bram only stares at me for a moment, and I can’t tell if he’s relieved he won’t possibly get me pregnant, or pleased he can come inside me as much as he wants. “Huh.”

“What?” I question, worried.

He shakes his head with a low chuckle. “Apparently, I have a breeding kink.”

My tummy flips as he pushes off the table and pulls out, sending a trickle of his cum and mine down my thighs. I wince at the rawness of my sex, but all the discomfort is forgotten when Bram drops to his knees behind me. Large hands run up my thighs to hold my hips. “You’re so swollen, and you were still begging me to fuck you harder.” I suck in a sharp breath as he presses a gentle kiss to my sex and rolls back to his feet, finally allowing me to straighten up with a wince.

When I woke up, I was too preoccupied with the naked Bram wrapped around me to realize how sore I was—likely from a combination of nearly being hit by a car, sitting in an uncomfortable hospital bed for hours, and being fucked silly multiple times in the space of twelve hours—but now it can’t be dismissed.

Bram, annoyingly perceptive as always, frowns. “Let me draw you a bath. The heat will help.”

With difficulty, I swallow. “Is there room for two?”

His warm chuckle makes me smile, and he holds out a hand to me. Together, we head for the stairs, totally naked. Outside, the lull in the storm is ending, and snow is coming down harder, a fierce wind battering the house.

If someone told me twenty-four hours ago that Bram Vogel would be drawing me a bath as his cum drips down my legs, I would have assumed I’d sustained some kind of head injury.

Oh, wait.

“This isn’t some kind of coma dream, is it?” I muse as we enter his bedroom, Bram releasing my hand to continue into the bathroom. The bed is still unmade, and I’m possessed by the urge to crawl right back into it. As it seems unlikely he bought the mattress at the same discount website where I gotmine, Bram’s bed offers a much more comfortable sleeping experience.

Through the open bathroom door, I hear the sound of running water, and Bram reappears, looking amused. “Not that I’m aware of, but you never know.” It takes some serious dedication to maintain my unaffected expression when he strolls toward me, eyes raking over my body.

“I like it when you do that,” I admit as Bram’s hands come up to cradle my face, dragging one thumb over my bottom lip. Even after all we’ve done in the last day, the sensation of my bare breasts brushing his chest is still enough to make me tremble.

He hums, leaning down to kiss me sweetly. “I’ll never stop doing it, then.” He kisses me again, then pulls back far enough to meet my eyes. “You’re really okay? Your head?”

I nod. “I’m sore, but that’s probably to be expected when you’re thrown out of the way of a moving car and spend the better part of twelve hours being fucked by your well-endowed boss.”

Bram’s expression hardens. “Boyfriend, Sophie. Not boss.”

My tummy flutters. He called himself that before, and I didn’t want to fixate on it too much, but apparently he wants me thinking about it. I bite my lip. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“But—”

“Sophie.” He shoots me a disapproving frown. “I’m not sure what kind of men you’ve been dating, but I am not fucking around here. If I’d known you felt this way about me, too, I wouldn’t have held back as long as I did. I’ve been falling for you for a year now. Don’t make me pretend anymore.”

I swallow and, slowly, reach up to draw my arms around the back of his neck. “Okay,” I whisper, caught somewherebetween terrified and overjoyed. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

Bram looks relieved and rewards me with a slow, searching kiss. “Come on,” he murmurs, taking my hand again and pulling me into the bathroom. It’s kind of manly, as far as bathrooms go. Dark tile covers every inch of the floor and walls, and the massive tub filling with steaming water doesn’t have a single bottle of bubble bath or scented candle on the edge. It couldn’t be clearer that no woman has lived here.

The click of the medicine cabinet closing draws my attention, and I watch as Bram takes out two painkillers, handing them to me with a glass of water.

My chest warms. Will it always be like this between us? Bram always being sweet, devoted, and thoughtful, except when he’s inside me? If so, sold.

Neither of us speaks as we climb into the tub, and I sigh with pleasure as I sink into the hot water.

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