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both of us watching as a bead forms at the tip. My mouth goes dry and I long to lick up the fluid, but I’m mesmerized by his rhythmic stroking. Instead, I reach out my hand and take his shaft, guiding him impatiently to my entrance. Gingerly, I lean back onto my elbows, and when the sturdy table holds my weight, I flash a grin at him. “Yes, right now,” I breathe.

He doesn’t waste any time. His member slides easily into my wet entrance, filling me so completely, so perfectly, that my eyes roll back into my head. “You’re so tight,” he rasps, and I purr in response, unable to even form words. When he begins pumping in and out of me, slowly and tenderly, I cling to his strong arms, staring into his narrowed eyes. The feeling of him moving inside of me is heavenly.

When his hand moves to my breast, stimulating the nipple until I moan, he picks up his pace, thrusting quickly in and out. My breath comes out in short little gasps as he relentlessly pounds into me. The familiar pressure of an impending orgasm is building, one that I have a feeling will blow any others I’ve ever had out of the water. Matt radiates sensuality, from the grunts he makes to the way he strokes and fondles my curves as he thrusts. Everything about him makes me want to go careening over the edge.

When he picks up my legs and puts my ankles over his shoulders, his thrusts hit that perfect spot, that little bundle of warmth and nerve endings that no one ever seems to find. I begin to shudder and he pounds into me harder, faster. “Oh, my God,” I cry, “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, baby,” Matt growls, rubbing his thumb on my clit. “Come for me now.”

As if on cue, an orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave and I’m swept away. My entire body seems to radiate light and heat, yet I shiver uncontrollably, unable to control my movements. I cling even more tightly to his arms, my knuckles going white. Matt continues plunging into me, out of me, into me again, and I can only squeeze my eyes shut and ride the rest of the wave.

I feel his body tighten, and, with a strangled moan, he releases inside of me. He bends to kiss me, then, and when our lips touch, I can’t hold back a moan of pure bliss. This was beyond what I could have imagined our lovemaking to be.

“Thank you, Jenna,” he whispers, brushing a pink shock of hair away from my face.

“For what?” I ask.

He just smiles and kisses my forehead. “For coming to Snow Valley.”

The pleasure, I must admit, is all mine.

Chapter Seven

Matt

The workday has never passed so slowly.

I should preface this by saying that I love my job. I’ve owned Mistletoe LLP for five years now and we’ve grown to host three other attorneys. It’s a small practice, but Snow Valley is a small town, and we serve our home with pride and precision. Every day, I come to work looking forward to serving my community.

It’s just that today, I’m also looking forward to going home.

I take a long sip from my coffee, looking at the mountains beyond my office window. I still can’t fathom how much my life has changed in the past two weeks. Before Jenna Cook came to town, each day was predictable. I enjoy the comfort of consistency, so I never complained. Now though, every day I wonder what Jenna will say or do to make my life a little bit more interesting. She has that effect.

I should have known when I saw the pink hair and leopard print that she was going to shake things up in Snow Valley. I just didn’t realize that the most shaken of all would be me.

There’s a lull in my work, so I check my phone. A smile tugs at my lips when I see that Jenna texted me.

You excited for tonight? she wrote.

I text back, You have no idea. You dancing with me in a seedy bar? Heaven.

I picture her grinning at my message. She replies in record time: Who said anything about dancing?

That’s what this bar is known for, I type back. Line dancing.

Well, then, she responds, giddy on up!

I shake my head and chuckle. Jenna’s spirit is constantly ebullient. I could suggest any kind of crazy activity and she would be eager to participate. I’m no stick in