High on the moors, in a blizzard, Jack plays the selfless hero.

He carries Bobbie to safety, builds a fire, and warms her frozen body beneath the covers of a makeshift bed. By the time he’s finished, her temperature is definitely soaring.

It is to be the start of a love affair fraught with betrayal and hurt, assuaged only by the greedy sexual desire they feel for each other.

They always manage the sex. After all, who wouldn’t with a hunky guy like Jack and a sexy babe like Bobbie? Sex between them is always hot, steamy, and mind-blowing. But will they make it in the long-term stakes?

#Or are Jack and Bobbie really using each other for their own avaricious ends?

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Excerpt

 “You’re not going to get warm unless you get out of those wet things,” he said gently, thinking he must be scaring the hell out of her with his suggestion. He placed a hand on each of her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. He was determined to set her mind to rest. “I promise you, you’ll be quite safe. I know it’s asking a lot, but we do need to do this. Those wet clothes are only keeping your temperature down. You’re already hypothermic, so be a good girl and do as you’re told. Okay?”

The woman looked tired and exhausted, but there was no hiding the flicker of irritation that flashed across her face. She looked him straight in the eye. “There’s no need to be so condescending. Please don’t call me a good girl,” she mumbled. “I can’t get the buttons undone.” She demonstrated a pathetic attempt to do so. “My fingers are frozen. I can’t even feel them.”

Jack was immediately sorry and reached forward to help her. Adrenaline still pumped ferociously through his veins, and his mouth had run away with itself, swapping his earlier anger that he couldn’t resolve the problem quickly enough, with patronizing comments. He needed to get a grip on things, and fast. He knew if he didn’t get her dried off and warm soon, she’d end up freezing to death. He caught sight of the lapel badge that she still wore from earlier in the day. Firelight danced across it. He read the words out loud.

“Bobbie. IT Consultant. Is that your name and what you do?”

She nodded.

“Well, Bobbie. I’m Jack. I know we’re not meeting under ideal circumstances, but we’ll be okay. And, I’m sure, you’ll be laughing about this in few days time down at your local wine bar or wherever it is you chill out.” He gave a short, ironic laugh, hoping he hadn’t ruffled her feathers yet again. She didn’t look amused. “Sorry, no pun intended.”

Ignoring her silence, he worked like a demon. Quickly, he undid the buttons and slipped both her jacket and blouse simultaneously from her shoulders. Then, reaching round to unclasp her bra, he peeled it from her wet, clammy breasts, freeing them into the cold air.

As she gasped, Jack tried not to stare. However, he couldn’t help noticing how perfect they looked. Not too big and not too small, they were just the right size to fill his hands, with a bit to spare. The dark areolas and nipples were dimpled and contracted with cold, and, for a moment, he briefly envisaged them tightening into those little buds because he’d stroked his thumbs across them.

She shivered again, and he sent his wayward thoughts scuttling away. He averted his eyes apologetically and slipped the spare blanket around her shoulders to allow her some semblance of modesty. He reminded himself that he’d promised her she’d be safe with him. He wouldn’t gain her confidence if he continued to stare at her delightful assets like some lecherous rake. As she pulled the blanket even more tightly around her body, Jack noted it was the quickest she’d moved since they’d arrived in the cottage. He decided it was panic and was sorry for staring and frightening her.

“Bobbie,” he said softly to reassure her. “You don’t need to worry. I’m just helping. Nothing will happen to you. I promise. You do believe me, don’t you?”

She gave a wan, little smile and nodded, but Jack, already busy again beneath the blanket, now slipped his hands around her waist. He marvelled at her slimness. There wasn’t an ounce of flesh to spare. Yet, she felt soft in all the right places. He had to fight the urge to run his hands all over her. She was full of goose bumps as it was. He just wished she looked a little uglier, and his face not quite so close to those lovely breasts he’d glimpsed moments earlier.

Unzipping the straight pencil skirt, he lifted her hips and peeled it down over her bottom and thighs. Catching his thumbs in the elastic of her tights and panties on the way, he took the lot in one go. Jack quickly rubbed her feet again. She was now totally naked, but for the blanket, and, with her crotch momentarily thrust forward, he needed to divert his mind from the delightful picture of her hips rising toward his face as he’d removed the final vestiges of clothing. He’d seen that she waxed, leaving just a dark, tantalising strip of hair. He’d caught his breath at how smooth and creamy her skin looked in the dim light. How pale and sumptuous. Even covered in icy goose bumps, her bottom had felt like a perfect peach. Their eyes had momentarily locked, and he’d quickly squeezed his shut to spare her blushes. However, the image was stamped in his brain like a photograph.

Finally taking control of his breathing, Jack scooped her effortlessly into his arms. Now that he didn’t have to carry her in the snow, she was easier to handle, especially when she caught the back of his neck with one hand to steady herself. Despite the iciness of her touch, when the blanket slipped open to reveal one of those lovely breasts again, his skin tingled warmly in expectation. He took a deep breath and laid her gently down. He covered her, and pulled the bedding up to her chin.

Jesus. He hoped he wasn’t going to embarrass himself when he climbed under the quilt with her.