Page 73 of Tinsel in Telluride

“Oh, fuck,” I growl and, lowering my hands to the round of her perfect ass, I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist.

Leigh grinds against me as she peppers kisses along my jaw, each one a lightning strike lighting me up from the inside out. God, this woman is everything. When she reaches my ear, she sucks the lobe between her teeth and slowly tugs until I’m whimpering from the mix of pain and pleasure.

“We should probably get off the sidewalk.” Leigh whispers. “Unless you want the fine people of Telluride to see me come.”

“Shit. I’ve missed that filthy mouth of yours.”

I might not know exactly how we got here, but she’s right. I’m not about to let anyone else witness the things I’m going to do to her.

Thank God we’re only around the corner from the gondola station.

Not bothering to set her down, I hightail it in that direction.

Leigh laughs and presses her lips to my neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh. My hips jerk, dick flexing against the heat of her pussy, and she lets out a soft moan.

“You’re going to pay for that, Little Thief.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she purrs.

There’s no line when we reach the station. The majority of people are heading into town instead of back to their cabins. The attendant shoots me an arched brow but doesn’t comment on the fact I’m carrying Leigh as we cross the threshold into the mostly glass cube. There’s a bench on each side and a handrail on the ceiling, and all I can think about is how amazing she’d look hanging from them while I pounded my cock into her sweet pussy.

There’s no light in the gondola except for the faint light of the city behind us and the moon rising over the crest of the mountains. It’s beautiful, but not as gorgeous as the woman in my arms.

I mentally calculate our route home. It’s a long ride to the top. Fifteen minutes, to be exact.

That’s more than enough time.

I set Leigh down and step forward, pushing until her thighs are backed against the bench with the mountain side behind her. Cupping her face with both hands, I force myself to memorize everything about her in this moment—every line, every freckle, every bit of heat in her icy blue eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” I whisper. “I don’t think I told you that tonight.”

Her eyes dart to my lips and back. “Thank you. So are you.”

Fuck, I love it when she thanks me.

I trail my hands from her cheeks, down her collar bones, and over her tits inside my jacket, barely grazing my thumbs against her already taught nipples.

Her body comes to life under my touch, and she lets out a breathy moan. “What are you doing?”

Dipping lower, down past her hips, I finger the edge of her dress. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Don’t,” she begs, her body jolting with a shiver. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Oh, Little Thief, you have no idea what you’re giving me.” I drop to my knees and tip my head back, savoring her parted lips and the shock on her face.“Because I won’t stop. Not until I’ve stolen all the orgasms I’ve missed.”

My hands slip beneath her skirt, and Leigh moans as I knead her nylon clad thighs.

“Here? Right now?”

“Because this is any different than up against a vending machine?” I ask, fingers inching toward her core.

She moans, but doesn’t stop me when push up her skirt and find both her nylons and emerald green lace panties soakingwet. It seems my girl is still turned on by our little bouts of exhibitionism.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

“Anyone could look up and see.” Her voice is soft and raw, but it’s a weak protest only further disproven by the way she widens her legs to make room for me.

A devilish grin tips my lips. “Then I’ll just have to make sure I’m quick.”

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