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He turned around, took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the table at my back.

I was right. The thin walls did little to hold back the cold.

Still, he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his form-fitting white shirt, paying close attention to folding each sleeve back the same amount. He took slow steady breaths and closed the distance between us with even slower steps.

I swallowed. Hard.

He leaned in, placing one hand on the wall beside me and the other on the table. He filled the entire space in front of me and what felt like the whole cabin. I leaned away so my back was pressed against the hard wall.

Not that he scared me, but I feared what I would do to get warm again.

“Let’s get a few things straight, Ice Princess. One, I never kid about anything. Two, the sight of you in those handcuffs and snow in your hair brings to mind at least six ways I’d love to fuck you into submission.” He paused to close his eyes, took a deep breath and I swore I could feel the heat of his gaze on my body the second he opened them again.

I blinked up at him, mouth closed. I can see from that damn smirk on his face that was half the point.

And apparently, he wasn’t done dropping some truth bombs on me. “I know I probably just scared the shit out of you, but I promise, you’ll be completely safe with me while we’re staying here because I’m a professional.AndI don’t fuck jailbait. Now sit here and be good,” he barked in a tone that let me know he was annoyed.

That made two of us.

I swallowed, my face going hot when he raked his eyes over my nipples, causing me to shiver a little. Jesus, didn’t the man get cold, too?

He made no attempt to hide the fact the bulge in his pants confirmed his matter-of-fact statement so I saw no point in looking away as he adjusted his thickness.

I groaned with a little appreciation and bite at my lip before blurting out, “What? I’m cold.” I placed my hands on his chest and moved in until the tips of my nipples were against his chest. “I have an idea on how to wait out the snowstorm.”

Gabriel raised his brows and that damn smirk teased the corner of his lips. He reached out and twirled a strand of my hair around a finger before letting it fall back to my shoulder. My hot new unwanted chauffeur/gopher/bodyguard leaned in, his lips against the shell of my ear, and whispered, “Is the ice princess horny?”

What? A girl had needs. And when a man looked and smelled like Gabriel Dyson, I’d be a fool to not take him up on the promised six ways he wants to claim my body.

I opened my mouth to offer another encouragement, but he turned on his heel, offering a quick, “I’ll be right back.” and then slammed the door, leaving me in the cabin with my hands cuffed and no way to zip my coat.

The slam was nearly drowned out by the sound of the blood pounding in my ears. And that wasn’t the only place my blood pounded.

No one talked to me like that.Ever.

I was used to boys slobbering all over me, but they were just that—boys. They didn’t get me hot and bothered.

Captain Gabriel Dyson was a man. No doubt about that. He was wrong about one thing, though. His little lecture didn’t frighten me in the least. In fact, it had the opposite effect.

I liked it.

A lot.

Suddenly being shacked up with a hot, former-military stud turned personal bodyguard riding out a blizzard didn’t seem quite so bleak. If I played my cards, I could be getting screwged this Christmas.

Game. On.

CHAPTER 3

GABRIEL

What the fuck had I been thinking bringing her to a place where nothing stood between me and claiming her forbidden pussy?

Little cock tease. Lucky for us both I’m familiar with the nearby town and this particular little hideout in the middle of nowhere. I used it as a base for an operation I ran a few years ago, fell in love with it and now have my eye on buying it. Back then it looked a bit rundown, but there were a few visitors still staying here.

But that was years ago and the current owner didn’t hold back when he mentioned that the place needed some TLC. By the way the door to the hotel office hung by a single hinge and the dead branches and debris strewn around, TLC was an understatement. I surveyed the place as the frigid wind-whipped branches. We both agreed I would come out in the new year and we could go over particulars. I hoped he didn’t mind a jump on the timeframe.

I stepped through the broken door of the office and cursed under my breath again. The sparse little room with its wood-grained counter and deep blue sofa looked like people just walked away and never came back. There was even a leather-bound register still open on the counter. The thick coating of dust and water stains on the ceiling didn’t bode well for renting a room. But the location would be perfect this close to the small town of Christmas. And that is what I banked on.

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