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  And that just made it better each time.

  I found her g-spot in no time. I started rocking back and forth into her, rewarding her slowly for every single little thing she did to get me hard and ready. I felt precum already beading up at the tip of my cock, and she scrambled to grab onto any edge she could to keep herself from losing all control of her bodies as I rutted into her.

  My cock was stiff as a rod and swelling even bigger inside her. We fit each other perfectly. Each time my bulging crown stroked her most sensitive places inside her, I heard her gasp, and the whole time, she fought to keep her eyes open and look up at me.

  She was drinking in the sight of my rippling abs, the way my bulging biceps and forearms controlled her legs and her hips so confidently and expertly. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I knew exactly how to tease it out of her smaller body.

  I must have looked like a moving statue to her. My cock was so hard inside her that it held her up with a strength of its own, and her hips were completely subject to my control. I felt her struggling to keep up pace, but I didn’t want to make her have to work. All she had to do was lay back and enjoy the ride.

  And within a few minutes of relentless bucking, the tightness I felt told me she was getting just that.

  I pounded into her harder and harder, feeling her get tense and shut her eyes as she neared the point of release.

  And at the last moment, I decided to be cruel.

  I pulled out of her, making her eyes spring open and look at me in desperate terror that I might not let her finish.

  “Wh—” she started, but I seized her and picked her up, silencing her with a kiss as I walked back to the nearest chair and sat us down in it.

  I faced her away from me, and with barely a few seconds delay, I lowered her onto my cock.

  The gasping shudder I felt from her was worth every bit of fear she had on her face a few moments ago. Her whole body convulsed as I stuffed my cock further into her, and I groped her breasts through her bra as I bucked my hips up into her, bouncing her on my cock.

  I unhooked her bra between bounces and threw it aside, and as soon as I could, I groped her breasts with both hands, both stroking the stiff nipples and using them to hold her closer to me as I bucked up into her.

  I felt another orgasm well up inside her within moments, and in the privacy of her suite, she let out her cries of bliss freely.

  Finally, with my cock sticking straight up into her, I let myself hurdle toward my own release. I lost count of her orgasms--my cock and my whole crotch was already soaking in her juices, and the smell of her musk was thick in the air. She was leaning back on me limply when I felt my whole body well up with desire for her all at once, pressure becoming too much to bear.

  I let myself go, shooting snowy-white seed into her and letting it mingle with her honey, shot after shot.

  It had only been a few days, but I had saved myself up for her, and I produced so much that it ran out of her already tight pussy.

  Finally, when we were both spent, our ragged breathing filled the room.

  I gave her stiff nipple a final flick, and she shuddered and giggled all at once, wiggling her ass into me while I was still stiff in her.

  “I think this has been a productive business meeting,” I murmured into her ear, and her purr electrified me.

  20

  Haley

  “This place has serious potential, Chase, I swear,” I was telling my new husband.

  He was standing at the window in his boxers and a downy robe brought from home. Apparently the Peppertree’s robes weren’t fancy enough. I wanted to hold that against him but I really couldn’t. It was a fact. Our robes were not of the same sublime quality as the ones at some of Chase’s other resorts and hotels. But that was just one more item on the long list of things I planned to change.

  “Oh, I believe you,” he replied. He turned back to smile at me, his arms crossed over his bare chest. “Or rather I believe in you. I won’t lie to you, the Peppertree needs some serious upgrades and repairs to bring it up to four or five-star level.”

  “No argument there,” I commented. Although it was true, it still hurt to hear anyone say something negative about my resort. It was my home, after all. But he was right.

  “However,” he added, walking over to the bed. “You are brilliant. And organized. I remember seeing your notes in college. Color-coded, subject-specific, perfectly-ordered.”

  I blushed at the memory. I had always been kind of a type-A woman, but in college I was a maniac of organization and planning. I scheduled my study days down to every excruciating detail, down to the minute, slotting out times for quick snack refueling and bathroom breaks. In fact, it had actually been Chase who helped me break me of more neurotic, less helpful habits. He taught me how to relax when I needed to, and sometimes I showed him how to better allot his time. Of course, he was so clever in his classes that he hardly needed the study time anyway.

  “What I see here at the Peppertree is not a failure of determination or a lack of good taste,” he went on. “It’s a lack of funds. I fully believe that you would never have allowed your father’s dream to slip so far if you’d had any control over it. I know that. Because I know you. And Haley Simmons does not give up easily.”

  I could feel tears stinging in my eyes. He was right. I knew he was. But after years of being blamed and vilified as though I was the sole cause of the Peppertree’s fall from grace, it was a massive relief to hear that at least one person understood the truth about what happened here. Maybe I could have scrambled more money together to fix the problems as they arose, but the truth was, I wasn’t used to pinching pennies. I mean, it wasn’t like I had grown up spoiled and pampered-- my father was adamant about teaching me the value of a dollar in my personal spending habits. But in regard to the resort, Dad spared no expense. We had the best of everything, because the resort was so wildly successful that every expense paid for itself and then some. It was an upward cycle, in which every penny we spent came back to us tenfold. But after Dad passed, it was different. The Peppertree had all the same expenses and more, without the revenue to sustain them. It was a money problem, and a public image problem, but without the funds needed to fix them, the problems snowballed.

  “Thank you for understanding how the Peppertree got to this place,” I murmured. I reached up and took his hand. He gave it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s so nice to know there is someone out here in the world who knows how hard I tried. Because I really, really tried, Chase. This place is my heart. It’s the only home I’ve ever known. I would do anything to bring it back to life again.”

  “I know you would,” he told me. He knelt down by the bed and kissed my hand. “And between your vision and determination and my funding, we will make this place as amazing as it used to be. Hell, we’ll make it better than it used to be.”

  This time I was so grateful and overwhelmed with emotion that I could not have stemmed the flow of tears if I’d wanted to. Hot streaks rolled down my cheeks. Chase got up and cupped my face in his hands, kissing away the tears gently. “Look, I’m staying the weekend,” he said softly, “How about you show me around the property? We can talk about all the things you want to change and I can make some suggestions, too, if that would help.”

  I smiled and nodded happily, wiping at my eyes. “Yes. That would be amazing.”

  “Come on,” he beckoned, standing up. “Let’s get dressed. As much as I would love to stay here in the bedroom with you, there will be plenty of time for that later.”

  He gave me his hand and helped me out of bed. We showered off together, as was quickly becoming our tradition, and then got dressed in warm, comfortable clothes. I had to keep glancing over at what Chase was wearing to better gauge how stylish I needed to be. He was always so put-together. It was effortless for him, having grown up in a world of designer clothing. I had no doubt that he had been wearing Versace and Armani since childhood, so it was all natural to him.

  Today, Chas
e looked handsome as hell in his charcoal-colored cashmere sweater, black Burberry trench coat, gray scarf, and fitted dark jeans with black boots. I knew without asking that every item of his outfit probably cost more than a night at the Peppertree in the finest suite we had to offer. In my rather sad attempt to match his style, I put on a calf-length, gray, cable-knit sweater dress, black tights, black booties, and my favorite black pea coat. None of these items were designer, but rather what I might sheepishly call designer-adjacent. But when I put on a dash of garnet-red lipstick and some mascara, I thought it all looked pretty good. I came out of the bathroom in my outfit and Chase let out a low whistle.

  “Damn,” he swore, shaking his head. “You look fantastic.”

  “You think so?” I asked. I bit my lip, looking down at my ensemble. Chase sauntered over to me and pulled me into his arms.

  “Yes. Absolutely. And if you hadn’t just put on that lipstick, I’d kiss you,” he murmured.

  “Stupid lipstick,” I giggled. “I’ll toss it in the trash if it means you’ll kiss me more.”

  “Oh, don’t toss it. I’m a gentleman. I can wait,” he promised. He gave me a wink and took my hand. “Let’s go. I’m ready to hear all about your plans.”

  I led him downstairs to the restaurant first, where we got a cup of coffee and sat down by the massive window. “So, first of all, this restaurant needs some help,” I told him quietly. The last thing I wanted was to upset my current kitchen staff by announcing to the world how terrible they were. After all, it wasn’t really their fault. They weren’t awful by most standards, but they couldn’t stand up to the quality of Chef Louis.

  “I agree,” Chase noted. “What do you think would help? Hiring new staff?”

  I glanced around nervously, hoping no one heard him. “No, no. I can’t do that to them. My kitchen staff are all such wonderful people,” I told him fervently. “It’s not their fault they don’t meet the standard. None of them have much gourmet training. Even the head chef is a culinary school drop-out.”

  “That does not bode well. Are you sure you want to keep them?” Chase prodded. I could tell what his suggestion was. Fire them all and start over. But I just couldn’t do that. Maybe I was too soft, but I prided myself on being a compassionate boss.

  “Yes. But my plan is to bring in a training chef. A good one. Who will teach them all how to do better. It’s not that they aren’t all very hard workers. They do their best. They take pride in their work, really. They just need someone with more experience to guide them,” I explained.

  Chase smiled. “You would do that for them? Take the hard way and build them up rather than just cutting your losses and hiring five-star chefs?”

  I nodded. “Yes. It’s how I do business. My father would’ve wanted it that way. He always told me that guests are friends, but staff is family. We take care of each other here, with or without the money.”

  “You are truly the most fascinating business woman I’ve ever met,” he commented.

  “Is that a compliment or an insult?” I asked. I raised an eyebrow.

  Chase chuckled. “Definitely a compliment. I think I could learn a thing or two from you. All of my hotels are strictly business-only. I take a hands-off, detached approach. When you own so many properties, it’s difficult to really get to know your people. But you… I see the way your employees look at you. Look to you. Like you’re their friend or their mother or something.”

  I shrugged. “Well, this place is my home. My life. The people who work here are basically family at this point. For the Peppertree to succeed, I want everyone to succeed. Not just me. You know?”

  “I do now,” he replied fondly. “So, what’s next?”

  We headed out of the building and down to the defunct ski lift. Chase almost visibly winced at the broken-down machinery. “Yeah. I know,” I sighed. “It’s bad. These things cost a lot of money to operate.”

  “Yes, they do,” he agreed. “But let me take care of that.”

  “Really?” I asked, incredulous. Chase laughed.

  “Of course. Isn’t that why I’m here? You know the Peppertree better than anyone. If you want something fixed, I will get it fixed. Besides, this location is perfect for skiing. Without a functional lift, you won’t be taking advantage of the property’s value,” he reasoned. “In fact, I would make this the first priority. Then the restaurant.”

  “Then redesigning the suites,” I added, hoping that wasn’t too much to ask.

  “Definitely,” he said, a little too quickly.

  “Oh. They’re that bad, huh?”

  Chase hugged me. “They’re not terrible. But I can tell they have not been updated since the late nineties. That’s not great. A beautiful location like this needs an update. The property has so much potential to be a truly desirable destination. Just look at this view.”

  He gestured broadly in front of us. I smiled into the cold wind as I looked out over the snowy mountains and the valley below, tick with fir trees.

  “I have this image in my head of the Peppertree as a boutique resort,” I confessed suddenly. “I’ve never told anyone about this, but I always thought my father’s style was a little too old-fashioned.”

  “Oh, really? You want to question the taste of the formidable Geoffrey Simmons?” Chase teased me. I blushed.

  “I know, I know. But I just always pictured this place with a different look. Cleaner. Smoother. With a punch of color. Maybe some light feminine touches here and there,” I described, the picture in my head totally vivid, at least to me.

  “You know, I actually agree. I think this could be revamped as a celebrity hangout,” he mused. “My brother knows all kinds of big names. I could always give him a call and have him tell his friends to come stay here. Free publicity.”

  “Really? You would do that? Do you think he would do that?” I inquired breathlessly.

  “Of course,” Chase answered. “He’s my brother. Your brother-in-law. Besides, I’ve rescued that guy from so many hairy situations, he owes me. Once all the renovations are complete, he can send over his celebrity buddies to stay. That would really help reverse some of the negative publicity this place has garnered since your father’s passing.”

  “That would be amazing,” I whispered. My head was full of images-- celebrities pulling up to the resort in their stretch limousines. Paparazzi waiting outside the iron gates, begging for a peek of the famous guests. The papers, printing rave reviews from a star-studded guest list. The bedraggled travelers and witless ghost hunters would be replaced by a five-star clientele bound to catapult the success of the Peppertree into the stratosphere.

  “But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. Right now, there’s work to be done,” Chase reminded me. I laughed.

  “Yes. Of course. You’re right. Plenty of time for obsessive daydreaming later,” I agreed.

  We continued to tour around the property for the majority of the day and then the next day, as well. We joked with each other when appropriate, and jumped right back into business mode when it was necessary. We bounced ideas off of one another and brainstormed more ways to spruce up the resort and bring way above the industry standard. It was glaringly obvious that Chase knew more about the ins and outs of the business of running a resort. With the lifetime of training and practice he had, and the vast number of properties under his name and management, it made perfect sense that he would have such a firm grasp on how to make it all run smoothly. I, on the other hand, lacked some of his sharp business acumen, but what I did have was an obsession for detail. And on top of that, I had a pure love for the Peppertree and its staff, all its quirks and features, that made me the perfect person to reimagine it. I knew this property like the back of my hand, having grown up here. Maybe I didn’t have a whole portfolio of resorts under my name, but what I did have was passion and perseverance.

  By the end of Sunday, we were both exhausted and exhilarated from compiling a massive list of everything that needed to change about the Peppertree. We w
ere tired but happy, and I was positively lit up with anticipation of the rebirth to come. The two of us were lying in bed, cuddled together while the cozy heat of the fireplace warmed us. We had just finished off a couple glasses of mulled wine, courtesy of my favorite bartender in the lodge restaurant, and we were feeling pretty content with life.

  “I still can’t believe this is all happening,” I mumbled. My head was resting on Chase’s powerful chest as he stroked my hair softly.

  “Believe it,” he told me. I could hear the smile in his voice without even looking.

  I sat up and looked at him adoringly. There was no stopping my heart from chasing after him. I knew it was stupid, and I knew I would hurt later on down the line, but for now I couldn’t stop myself from being infatuated with Chase Hawthorne. Again.

  “You know what could make this moment even better?” I began slowly.

  “What?” he prompted. I straddled him and leaned forward to kiss him.

  “If we could make a baby,” I whispered against his lips. That was all it took. Chase grabbed me and stripped off my clothes, his mouth trailing down my body as he kicked off his jeans and boxers. He stood up and pulled off his sweater, looming over me while I watched in quiet excitement. He shook his head, looking me up and down.

  “What is it?” I asked, confused.

  “It’s like you’re more beautiful every time I look at you. I don’t know how you do it,” he murmured. There was genuine awe in his voice. He leaned over me and kissed me softly, cradling me in his arms as he pushed his magnificent cock inside me. I moaned and clung to him as he began to thrust, slowly at first, like he was trying to take his time. He kissed my cheeks, my neck, my breasts, his tongue flicking over my stiffened nipples. I shuddered with pleasure as he nipped and sucked at my breasts, one of his hands sliding down to massage my clit while he fucked me. I had never felt so adored, so perfectly safe and content.

  But he was too gentle, too patient. I wanted more. I wanted him to lose control with me again, to use my body and pump me full of his sweet seed. “You don’t have to be so gentle,” I whispered in his ear. “Give me everything, Chase. I can take it.”