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excited me, but I didn’t want it to actually happen.
    He chuckled darkly and wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking hard as he thrust two fingers inside me. The combination sent me over the edge. Brysen gave me a few more licks before sitting back on his heels. I was a boneless heap in my seat while he fixed my panties and zipped my snow pants back up. When the lift stopped, he was back in his seat, the sheen of my wetness on his chin and the outline of his hard-on the only evidence of what we’d been doing on the ride up.
    Brysen stepped off first and then turned to help me. Once I was safely on the ground, he leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Living out my fantasies with you makes me hard as fuck. I’m so hard, I bet I could use a third ski to go down the mountain.”
    It was the perfect thing to say, eliminating any awkwardness I might have felt and making me giggle at the image of him strapping a ski onto his dick. The laughter continued for the couple hours we had on the mountain before dinner. Brysen was a more advanced skier, but he didn’t seem to mind skipping the black diamonds to stay on the intermediate slopes with me. I fell a couple times and he was always quick to help me up, copping a feel of my ass along the way. We had so much fun, I hated to leave the slopes to get ready for dinner.
    After squeezing in one last run, we had to rush back to the room and quickly change so we’d make it there on time. When we walked into the restaurant, everyone else was already seated. My eyes scanned the room and immediately spotted the only two empty seats at a table for four with Zach and his blowjob bimbo.
    “Crap,” I muttered, my steps slowing.
    Brysen’s hand tightened on my arm. “Who did you manage to piss off to get seated with him again?”
    “Nobody,” I sighed. “But we were the subject of a lot of office gossip, so I’m sure there are plenty of people looking forward to seeing a possible train wreck in person.”
    “So it’s just a matter of petty office bullshit then.” He let go of me and slid his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close as we neared the table. “Buck up, my little snow bunny. We’ve got this.”
    “I think I need some liquid courage,” I replied wryly as he helped me into my chair.
    He signaled for the waiter before taking his seat. “Two glasses of Glenfiddich 50 on the rocks.”
    “Fine choice, sir.” The waiter scurried off to do Brysen’s bidding.
    “Elisa doesn’t like scotch.” Zach’s statement came out of nowhere. He didn’t have any way of knowing whether I liked it or not since I’d never tried it in front of him.
    “Maybe she didn’t like the kind a guy like you would order, but I’m sure it wasn’t in the same class as what I drink. Only five hundred bottles of the Glenfiddich 50 were made. Elisa deserves the very best, after all.”
    Zach’s attempt to imply he knew me better than Brysen backfired in a major way since he wasn’t about to fall for it. His years in the NFL and the many press interviews that went with it served him well in the dinner that followed. With each verbal attack Zach lobbed our way, Brysen countered it with one of his own—only he paired his with visible displays of affection. Zach’s eyes flashed each time Brysen played with my hair or lifted my hand to his mouth for a kiss. And Brittany continued to drink heavily while she stewed silently at Zach’s side and threw eye daggers my way until she finally exploded.
    “I’ve had enough!” she shrieked. “I don’t know what either of you see in her, but it’s clear she’s really into this guy. I don’t know why you’re even paying her any attention. You picked me, Zach. Not her. And you’d better remember that before I decide I can do better.”
    She gave Brysen a meaningful look and I finally got pissed off. I hadn’t confronted her when I’d caught her giving Zach a blowjob, but I wasn’t about to sit here while she implied she could steal Brysen away