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enough to steam up the bubble surrounding us. The lift had turned into a swinging cocoon of privacy where all my inhibitions flew out the fogged window. It felt like we were floating over the mountain in our own little world—a place where the only thing frigid was the weather outside. Brysen had the power to make me melt into a puddle with the smallest of touches.
    “The first orgasm I gave you put us in the mile high club,” he murmured in my ear as he unsnapped my snow pants. “I like the idea of the second one getting us into the bubble club.”
    “What’s the bubble club?” I breathed out in a puff of air when his fingers slid into my panties.
    “Same thing as the mile high club, but in an enclosed ski lift,” he answered, pulling the zipper all the way down one side of my pants.
    I gripped the material, holding it in place as Brysen slid to his knees in front of me. My passion cooled at the ease of his answers and how comfortable he seemed with sex on a ski lift. “I don’t think I can do this.”
    Brysen’s fingers stopped moving as soon as the words left my mouth. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “The fuck you can’t. Leave it to me. All you need to do is sit back and enjoy this while I make you come again. It’s been hours since I’ve felt your pussy clench against my fingers and I need it. Now.”
    “Brysen,” I sighed, shaking my head.
    “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it, baby.” He was so darn confident in his abilities. Why wouldn’t he be? He was Brysen Mariano, after all. It only made me more hesitant to explain, but the determined gleam in his eye made it obvious he wasn’t going to let me get away with not answering.
    “It sounds silly because of your past, but I find it hard to believe you’ve never joined either club before today.”
    His worried frown turned into a smug grin. “And the idea bothers you?”
    I shoved at his shoulder. “You don’t have to sound so satisfied by my stupid jealousy.”
    “Fuck yeah, I do,” he disagreed while shoving my hand out of the way and letting my pant leg drop, exposing my underwear on one side. “It means I’m not alone in feeling like this.”
    He tugged my panties to the side and leaned forward until I felt his hot breath against my skin. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked, my voice cracking. “I’ve always thought of you as mine and I have no problem knowing you see me the same way.” He was virtually impossible to resist before, but now that he called me his, I didn’t know how I’d be able to hold out any longer. It made me feel different from the women who came before me. My defenses were crumbling and the flash of triumph in his eyes made it evident he knew how close I was to caving. Then, he went in for the kill. “You’re wrong, you know. These are firsts for me, too. I’ve never felt possessive over a woman before. Never joined the mile high club. And I never did anything like this on a ski lift. It was never worth the risk of getting caught until now.”
    “Really?” I gasped.
    “I’ll never lie to you, baby,” he promised. “Open your legs and give me a little taste to tide me over until we make it back to our room later.”
    My legs parted as though they had a will of their own, my thoughts scattering at the touch of his tongue on my clit. He gave it a quick lick before blowing against my pussy lips and flicking his tongue around my clit. I watched with rapt attention as he tortured me with his mouth. Plunging my hands into his hair, I tried to bring his face closer and huffed in irritation when the other leg of my ski pants restricted me from spreading my legs wider. The sound spurred him on and he tongue-fucked me until I was writhing with need. I jumped when the lift jerked, my eyes darting over his shoulder only to see we were nearing the top of the mountain.
    “Hurry, Brysen,” I pleaded, desperate to climax before everyone could see us. The fear of getting caught