Page 178 of Arturo's Temptation

“Let me guess, it’s a surprise?”

“Course it is.” He shoved the last bit of the freshly baked blueberry muffin into his mouth, and rose from the table. “Come on. You’re gonna need to wrap up warm.”

“Whatever you say,” I teased with an eye roll before taking the hand he held out to me.

“Fuck, I want to spank you so bad… Maybe I should cancel the plan.”

“Later,” I pecked his lips.

After we’d changed, we headed out into the snow, the fresh morning air kissing my skin. He had a donut shaped sledge waiting in the snow.

“What’s this?” I asked, my face twisting with confusion.

“Just cause we can’t ski, doesn't mean we can’t have fun.” He helped me into the sledge and carefully ran around the perimeter of the cabin. I could barely contain my laughter and neither could he.

“Arturo!” I managed through a fit of giggles.

“Havin’ fun,hermosa?”

“Yes!” I squealed.

We stayed outside until the sun began to set. I'd gotten dizzy from the amount of times Arturo had ran around the outside of the cabin. He let only me be the one to throw snowballs, and we even made snow angels. My face ached from all the smiling.

“How about we buy a cabin like this?” I asked later that evening, as Arturo massaged my feet in front of the fire.

“I like the sound of that. Actually no, scrap that, I fuckin’ love the idea.” He beamed. “Let’s start lookin’ once the lil’ one is a bit older. Be nice to have a family holiday just the three of us, what you think?”

“Sounds perfect.”

And that’s what the rest of the weekend was.

Perfect.

When we got backto the house, I was exhausted. It had been a wonderful weekend but thanks to getting no sleep on the jet on the way home, I was officially exhausted.

“So, explain to me again, why am I getting dressed up instead of climbing into my sweats and bingeing on Friends and ice cream tonight?” Arturo’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught my eye. He looked jaw droppingly handsome in a pair of black slacks and matching shirt, open at the neck revealing his tattoos.

“I told you, your father wants us all to go out for dinner tonight as a family. Didn’t he tell you?”

“Of course he didn’t. You know what he’s like.” I scoffed, pulling on a knee length dress that was somewhat comfortable. “Can you zip me up?”

Brushing my hair over my shoulder, his fingertips grazed my bare back. His skin was warm against mine as he gently pulled the zip up on my dress. “You look so fuckin’ hot in this dress. Actually, d’ya really think your Pa needs us at dinner?” he teased.

“Unless you want another beating, I’d say so. Especially if we’ve had to dress up like this.”

“I ain’t scared of your dad,” he chuckled, swatting my ass. My cheeks warmed as memories of our weekend floated into my thoughts.

“I know and that’s what scares me,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Arturo caught my gaze in the mirror and grinned. “Tutt, tutt, princess. Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Excitement fizzled low in my belly as he took my arm.

“Maybe.” I winked.

“I’ll remember that later.”

“Good, that’s what I’m hoping.” I took his arm with a smile as he led me out of our bedroom.

Once we reached the staircase though, he let out a throaty laugh, gazing down at my sneaker clad feet.

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