Extraits

I honestly can’t tell which look I like more: the businessman or the lumberjack. Both are equally hot.

But I’ll bet neither can complete with Henry Wolf, naked.

I close my eyes and imagine myself like Rachel was, bent over Mr. Wolf’s face while his tongue and his fingers plunge into me. A rush hits me and I have to press my lips together to keep from crying out as my muscles pulse beneath my fingertips.

Not until it’s over do I fully comprehend what just happened.

I brought myself to orgasm thinking of my boss.

He heaves a sigh. “Will you let me take you back to your cabin immediately after?”

“Once I do that, I will happily go to bed with you. Not with you. I’ll go to bed. I’m not going to bed with a lumberjack.” My tongue feels thick and slow as it trips over my rambling words.