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I looked around the cabin. ‘So you came here to lick your wounds?’

I was poking the bear. Regardless of his submissiveness, he wouldn’t appreciate his emotions

being dissected, especially if the wounds were raw.

‘Once I accepted your assignment, this was the logical base to work from.’

It was a half-truth. We both knew it. But when he stood and collected the plates, I let it go. In the space of twenty minutes we’d navigated landmine subjects with the power to blow us apart. I was all for taking a breather. Rising, I gathered the remaining dishes and joined him at the sink.

We cleaned up in companionable silence, and in ten minutes we were done.

I dried my hands as he headed for the freezer compartment of the fridge, pulled it open and peered

inside. ‘What would you like for dessert? We have...ice cream, ice cream and...ice cream. But in

different flavours, I’m pleased to report.’

I grabbed the hem of my sweater and yanked it over my head. ‘I’m in the mood for something hot,’ I

said, adding sultry notes to my voice.

Slowly, he straightened. My gaze moved hungrily over his body, lingering longest at the cock rising to attention beneath my gaze.

He slammed the freezer door shut, prowled towards me with a mouth-wateringly virile swagger

that made me suck in a breath. ‘Your wish is my bidding,min elskerinde. You need only ask.’

‘Return to the fireplace and lie back down. I’m in the mood to sit on your face.’

CHAPTER SEVEN

WE SAT ON the sofa, Graciela’s feet in my lap, my thumbs digging into the soft arch of her foot as she sipped a half-decent glass of Merlot.

Turned out she wasn’t as snobbish about her wine as I’d insinuated.

Outside the snowstorm powered on, showing no signs of abating. We’d been snowed in for two full

days. The only time I’d ventured out was to feed and water the dogs, make sure they were warm. They weren’t exactly thrilled about being cooped up inside, but it couldn’t be helped.

Despite it being well into the night, the wall-to-wall white-out cast a brightness over the

landscape.

Winter had well and truly arrived in Alaska and I couldn’t be happier.

I watched her watch the fire, enjoyed the dancing flames reflected in her hazel eyes. I’d almost

fucked this up with that conversation in the kitchen on the first afternoon.

Since then we’d both avoided deep, personal issues, mutually choosing other forms of

entertainment. Surprisingly, we’d found a few. Graciela loved hearing tales of my adventures. Her

eyes lit up with almost childlike anticipation with each recounting. As much as I wanted to downplay it, having her hang on to my every word was a thrill I could get used to.

Turned out my mistress had a not-so-secret hankering for danger. As for the sex, it was beyond

fucking sublime. Graciela was unapologetically demanding while generous in return. She was

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