STORM OF LOVE (snowed in with the billionaire #3) (billionaire erotic romance)) (4 page)

She started to thrust herself back at
Nathaniel, wanting him deeper, wanting to please him too. Her angle
was intense and when she pulled forward, her tender walls could
feel the intense definition of Nathaniel’s shaft. Feeling him like
that made her move faster, working with – and sometimes – against
Nathaniel’s thrusts. This was purely about sex. About
fucking
each other.

When Stephanie’s breathing increased, she
moaned each time Nathaniel entered her. When she thrust herself
down hard against Nathaniel’s shaft, he groaned. Together, they
worked into a fast paced, loud sexual encounter in the small
bathroom in Wolf Top Lodge. As Nathaniel’s body came forward,
crashing into Stephanie’s, a wet noise rang out. The water splashed
on their bodies with fury, the heat of water, steam, and sex
spreading into the room by the second. Stephanie tried to claw at
the tiles, her nails scraping, sometimes making sound. Their
breathing. Their moans. Their groans. Everything worked together
for two people who needed each other in that moment.

Nathaniel’s hands became vices on
Stephanie’s body. The second he clamped down, she let out a long
cry and knew what that meant.

Nathaniel was ready…

Stephanie’s body continued to throb, teasing
Nathaniel. Her warmth and moisture working for him. She had already
come three times in the shower and wanted to feel Nathaniel spill
inside her again. As she thrust back at him, he squeezed tighter
and grunted. He thrust up, taking Stephanie off her feet a few
times. The pressure was too intense to scream, taking her breath
away.

When she finally found air, she screamed out
one thing.

“
Oh… shit!”

She pushed back with her hands now open on
the wall of the shower, wanting to make sure Nathaniel could be as
deep as he needed. It took a couple more thrusts to bring Nathaniel
to climax. He pushed forward as Stephanie pushed back. He pulsed
inside Stephanie as she looked down at their feet again. She could
feel Nathaniel inside her, pouring in her, and watched his toes
curling each time his shaft throbbed.

Nathaniel ended the sex by pulling out of
Stephanie. She climbed the wall with her hands, standing up slowly,
and felt an erotic mess between her legs. As she turned around, she
found Nathaniel moving towards her. His hands slipped around her
back, his body against hers, lips locked.

They kissed, just lips.

They kissed some more, adding tongue.

Nathaniel stepped back, taking Stephanie
with him so both their bodies were in the water.

“Don’t let go,” Stephanie whispered.

“I won’t,” Nathaniel said. He kissed her
again and this time, when he stopped, he looked into Stephanie’s
eyes. “I’m going to make love to you. Now.”

(7)

Nathaniel turned the water off and reached
for two towels hanging on a towel rack above the porcelain toilet.
Stephanie wished there was a towel big enough for both of them to
fit in. That idea, no matter how untrue, was quickly shattered by
Nathaniel’s next command.

“Try off and drop it on the floor.”

“Okay.”

Nathaniel rubbed his body and hair once,
then dropped the towel. He stepped from the shower and put a hand
out for Stephanie. She took it and carefully moved from the
slippery shower to the cold floor. A second later she was sideways
and in the air, gasping for air.

“I’m going to carry you to your bed,”
Nathaniel said as his strong arms held her.

It was the same position she had been in
when he carried her from the trees only this time she was very
warm, very wet, and very alert.

And naked.

She leaned and kissed Nathaniel’s chest,
near his heart.

“You asked me a question,” Nathaniel said,
“about why. Why all this? Why… everything…”

“It’s okay,” Stephanie whispered. “I don’t
care. I only need to be in your arms and your touch.”

“There’s more to you than you see. And you
didn’t fire yourself, I fired you. The decision you made would have
been my decision too. We’re on the same page.”

“And I’m unemployed,” Stephanie said. For
the first time since walking through the door at Wolf Top Lodge she
thought about her debt. She thought about the real world, the world
that existed beyond the lodge, the snowstorm, the lust, and maybe
even the love that had blossomed.

What would it be like out there?

What would happen when the snow stopped?

When people could come to the lodge?

When time took the snow and traveled along,
like it always does?

Stephanie closed her eyes, sensing a touch
of pain in her heart.

Nathaniel started to walk from the bathroom,
Stephanie in his arms.

“You’re always going to be mine,” he said.
“No matter what. When you understand that… then you’ll…
understand everything
.”

Before Stephanie could respond, Nathaniel
moved to the bed and gently placed her down. Her head on a dry
pillow, the blankets folded partially down. He stood up,
Stephanie’s eyes going straight to his sex. He was calm, flaccid,
but there was still a gentle throb that existed. Even relaxed, his
length and girth was enough to make her mouth water and slit
ache.

Nathaniel pulled the covers completely down
the bed. On his way back up, his fingertips touched Stephanie’s
leg. She jumped.

“You like that?” he asked.

“No, it tickles.”

“Perfect.”

He ran his fingers up her leg, the tingling
annoyance rushing to her nerves. She tried to kick him away but he
wouldn’t move. His free hand touched her breast, soft and slowly,
coaxing her to try to relax which was impossible. Stephanie was
left with no choice but to hold onto the bed sheets and let
Nathaniel have his way with her. When his fingers started to move
between her legs, she opened them for him. The move which she had
done before for Nathaniel suddenly felt dripping with romantic
taste and a subtle erotic touch. Her heart pounded in her chest as
though it were her first time. Her innocence going to be torn away
at the hands of a sexy billionaire. Nathaniel had already taken her
innocence. He’d turned her into Steph but kept Stephanie alive and
well.

His fingertips touched her moist spot but
kept going, leaving Stephanie thrusting up gently towards nothing.
He continued up her body until his hand was at her other breast.
Both his large hands held her, his eyes set on hers.

“Nathaniel… I don’t know what to feel,” she
said.

“Feel what I tell you to feel.”

His hands were then off her breasts, sliding
back down to her body with speed. The shivers that ran through her
body made her jump and cry out, desperate for him. She forced her
head up and watched as Nathaniel leaned down and kissed just above
her knee. His hands rested on her thighs, holding her in place.
Slowly, he kissed and licked his way up her leg, sending her body
into a torture that made her thrust and repeat his name.

At her slit, his kissed her, pulled back,
and licked his lips. He closed his eyes and sighed. The move was
deadly to Stephanie’s body and she felt herself almost ready to
cry. Nathaniel oozed with command and romance, mixing in a way she
couldn’t understand.

He continued to taste her body, all the way
back to her breasts, both hands holding her again, as they did
moments ago. He looked at Stephanie and nodded, giving permission
to touch him.

Her left hand moved out and gripped him. He
was mostly hard again.
Already.
She stroked him, never
taking her eyes away from his. He grew in size, pointing straight
towards her body. As she came up on his shaft, she opened her hand
and squeezed the tip of his erection, knowing just how far it had
been inside her and how far it would be again.

“What should I feel now?” Stephanie
asked.

“Me,” Nathaniel replied.

He moved on the bed, positioning himself
between Stephanie’s legs. She couldn’t help herself as she looked
down. She watched as if it were in slow motion, Nathaniel’s body
lowering to her, the tip of his lustrous cock coming at her,
touching her, penetrating her, all in the same heat filled motion.
His muscles flexing as he did so, her sensitive pussy needing him,
pulling and throbbing.

She lost her breath and wrapped her arms
around his neck. Their eyes met and Nathaniel kissed her,
commanding with his tongue. When Stephanie found air, she exhaled
with a moan that never stopped. With just the simple thrust of
himself, Nathaniel had now connected every possible part of
Stephanie’s body. He was tight against her, thrusting with slow but
meaningful thrusts.

He was making love to her.

Appreciating her body.

Working with tenderly care.

Stephanie found it no surprise when the urge
to come hit her. She lifted her lower half off the bed and gave
herself completely to Nathaniel. As she came, the rush throughout
her body, all directed to between her legs, was the most intense
orgasm of her life. Her hands were locked together, still around
Nathaniel’s neck. She cried out for him when their kiss broke.

They both looked down and Nathaniel started
to groan as he had Stephanie. His thrusting started to increase and
Stephanie wanted to feel him again. She wanted all she could get,
as much as she could get.

Nathaniel started to pump at her, speeding
up as he grew closer to climax. When he finally reached his
breaking point, Stephanie couldn’t believe her eyes when he pulled
himself out of her. She watched as he placed himself on her bare
skin, wet and engorged. Before Nathaniel could tell her what to do,
Stephanie reached down and placed her hand on him. She moved forced
him against her stomach, using her own wetness to make the process
smooth and effective. Nathaniel continued to thrust and in a matter
of seconds, he started to come. She felt his warm release splash
along her stomach and watched it happen. He left himself on her,
marking her.

When he finished completely, Nathaniel
rolled to his back on the bed. He reached for the covers and pulled
them up, covering himself and Stephanie. He rolled Stephanie to her
side, leaving his orgasm running down the side of her stomach. It
made Stephanie’s toes curl and she moaned.

Nathaniel then put his arm around her and
pulled her tight, their naked bodies together. He kissed her ear
and groaned.

“I promise,” he said, “you’re mine.
Forever.”

“I know,” Stephanie said.

It was still daylight out. Stephanie had no
idea what time it was and she didn’t care. The storm seemed to have
calmed but she could still make out snow falling. The room was
comfortable and under the sheets it was hot. The day and weekend
caught up to her, her mind a fluttering mess of thoughts and
emotions.

There was only one thing to cure that.

Sleep.

In the arms of Nathaniel Anders.

(8)

When Stephanie heard voices, she opened her
eyes and yawned. She then realized she heard voices.

Not just
a
voice, but voices.

She sat up in bed, taking the sheet with
her, keeping her body covered. She looked around the room
remembering it was her room at Wolf Top Lodge. She peeked under the
sheets for a second, looking at her naked body. The images of
Nathaniel came back to her and she smiled.

“I’m not under there.”

Stephanie gasped and pulled the sheet back
to her chest.

There he was.

Nathaniel.

Standing in the doorway, wearing a suit,
looking as dark and sexy as ever.

“I heard voices,” Stephanie said.

Nathaniel nodded. He looked at his wrist and
said, “It’s a little before seven. In the morning.”

Stephanie’s mouth fell open. “How long was I
asleep?”

“A long time,” Nathaniel said. “You needed
it. Get dressed and come downstairs. We checkout in exactly one
hour.”

“Checkout? Wait, the snow…”

“Storm’s gone,” Nathaniel said. “Stopped
last night while you were sleeping. Plows got the roads cleaned up.
The lodge is open for business again.”

“Just like that,” Stephanie whispered as she
looked out the window.

“Just like that,” Nathaniel said. “Funny how
fast life changes. I expect you downstairs in five minutes.”

Nathaniel tapped the doorframe and was
gone.

Just like that.

Stephanie didn’t want to believe it was
over. She didn’t want to believe that other people were in the
lodge now. The regular employees. Guests coming to spend a snowy
night away from home. It had grown to feel like home, the place for
her and Nathaniel to be in.

It pained her to hear the voices.

She could pick out Nathaniel’s voice and it
drove her heart and body mad.

Stephanie closed her eyes and felt tears
forming, fighting their way out. She didn’t want to leave the
lodge. Leave Nathaniel. Leave all this.

She forced herself from the bed to get
dressed only because of Nathaniel’s command. The last thing she
wanted was to make him angry, especially if this was their last
hour together.

What would happen next?

Stephanie had life to tend to. Her life. She
needed to come to terms that perhaps she really was unemployed now.
That meant she needed a job.

Taking the steps one by one, the smell of
food and feel of warmth came over her. At the bottom of the steps,
she recognized the man standing near a small desk.

Charles.

The man who had been there when the lodge
was supposed to be closed.

“Ma’am,” Charles said, nodding.

“Charles, right?”

“That’s right. And you’re…”

“Stephanie.”

“Stephanie,” Charles said. He extended his
hand. As Stephanie shook his hand, he said, “I hope I wasn’t too
curt with you before. I really needed to leave the lodge. He runs a
tight ship, but I don’t mess with weather.”