The Complete Holiday Romance Collection: 18-Book Bundle (6 trilogies)

By Melissa F. Hart

Save big on my amazing complete collection of erotic holiday romance.

You Can’t Have But One Man
Buried In the Snow - Volume 1
Winter or Spring - Volume 2
The Decision - Volume 3

Smokey Mountains trilogy
Lost in the Woods - Volume 1
New Year Wish - Volume 2
Be Mine - Volume 3

Deceitful Appearances
Holiday Interlude - Volume 1
Getting Over Him - Volume 2
Returning Home - Volume 3

Season of desire
A Husband for Christmas - Volume 1
New Year Surprise - Volume 2
Winter Passion - Volume 3

A Big Country Lodge Story
Out of Bounds - Volume 1
Strictly Business - Volume 2
Unfriendly Rivalry - Volume 3

When Naughty Becomes So Nice
Christmas Choices - Volume 1
Wrapped Up with Ribbons - Volume 2
A Fresh New Year - Volume 3

• Language: English
• Publisher: MFH Ink Publishing
• Release date: Mar 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301439812

Melissa F. Hart

I started writing romance fiction since I was 16 years old. I'm now a published writer thanks to the wonderful world of ebooks.I live in Canada and I love the winter months. As you can see, I wrote several books related to the winter holidays.I'm not represented by an agent and I'm a proud indie. I have learned how to create websites and edit images, design book covers, etc. All my books and what you see on this website I have created myself.I'm currently a certified accountant but my dream is to be a full-time independent writer of hot erotic romance books.

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The Complete Holiday Romance Collection: 18-Book Bundle

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Copyright © 2012 by Melissa F. Hart. All rights reserved worldwide.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

http://www.melissafhart.com/

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Table of Contents

You Can’t Have But One Man

Buried In the Snow

Winter or Spring

The Decision

Smokey Mountains

Lost in the Woods

New Year Wish

Be Mine

Deceitful Appearances

Holiday Interlude

Getting Over Him

Returning Home

Season of Desire

A Husband for Christmas

10 - Chapter one

10 - Chapter two

10 - Chapter three

10 - Chapter four

New Year Surprise

11 - Chapter one

11 - Chapter two

11 - Chapter three

Winter Passion

12 - Chapter one

12 - Chapter two

12 - Chapter three

12 - Chapter four

A Big Country Lodge Story

Out of Bounds

Strictly Business

Unfriendly Rivalry

When Naughty Becomes So Nice

Christmas Choices

16 - Chapter One

16 - Chapter Two

16 - Chapter Three

16 - Chapter Four

16 - Chapter Five

Wrapped Up with Ribbons

17 - Chapter One

17 - Chapter Two

17 - Chapter Three

17 - Chapter Four

17 - Chapter Five

17 - Chapter Six

A Fresh New Year

18 - Chapter One

18 - Chapter Two

18 - Chapter Three

18 - Chapter Four

18 - Chapter Five

18 - Chapter Six

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You Can’t Have But One Man

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Synopsis

Book One: Buried In The Snow

Janet Wilson, having saved up for the trip of a lifetime—a ski trip to Austria—gets buried in an avalanche her first day there. To the rescue is the owner of the lodge where she’s staying and the head ski instructor, Franz Eigner.

It’s easy to fall in love with the charismatic and handsome Eigner, but there are several stumbling blocks along the way, not the least of which is a messed-up family life and a conundrum along the way for Janet when she finds out who Franz’s partner is.

Book Two: Winter or Spring

Janet Wilson took the vacation of a lifetime in Austria when she went on a skiing holiday that turned out to be fraught with danger, excitement, and plenty of romance. Too much so, she thought, as she sat waiting for news of ski instructor Franz Eigner who’d gone missing. Comforted by Franz’s equally as charismatic father, Jurgen, Janet finds later that her feelings for both father and son have grown stronger, and she knows that she will have to make a big decision about which one to choose. And soon. Her vacation is almost over.

Book Three: The Decision

Janet Wilson has the decision of a lifetime to make when she must choose either Jurgen Eigner or Franz Eigner, Jurgen’s son. Along with the big decision, Janet vows to help Jurgen back to health as she feels responsible for his fall off the balcony of the ski lodge.

She enlists the aid of someone she knows back home in Santa Barbara and when the woman arrives, Janet finds more help than she could ever have imagined, plus a very satisfactory solution to her one big huge problem.

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Buried In the Snow

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I COULD SEE the light at the end of the tunnel. The problem was the uncountable feet of snow packed in around me. Even so, I was thankful of the light coming in because it provided hope.

Maybe I wasn’t going to die on a mountainside in Austria.

I’m an idiot, I muttered to myself. "That staff member was right. I shouldn’t rush out and try the first slope that beckoned me with it’s glistening purity and untouched crispness and startling beauty.

I shouldn’t have stood at the top of the mountain and looked around at the alps.

A drop of melted snow fell on my face, then another. I reached up and took it into my mouth because even though I was surrounded by frozen water, I was parched. Then I thought about the water and was afraid.

What if the snow surrounding me melted and collapsed? I’d be dead—the air pocket around me filled in and leaving nothing to breath.

There goes my vacation of a lifetime.

What a waste of money.

I almost cried.

All they’d find would be a crumpled-up postcard bought in the gift shop even before I got to my room. The resort was classic—all ski lodge and Austrian perfect and pretty as the proverbial postcard, which fortunately, they did sell in the lobby because that was the one I bought. A ski instructor—blond hair shining in the brilliant sunlight and teeth as white as the snow and muscled arms showing even under his parka—standing in front with a group of happy tourists around him.

That could have been me.

Maybe it will be, if I don’t die.

I cried, and the snow around me started to melt faster.

I began to panic and tried to move my body, half fearing a collapse but also half hoping I could start to dig my way out.

I heard some noises way off in the distance. It sounded like someone was laughing and having fun a mile away. I knew I was passing out again because my face felt incredibly hot and my heart was beating like an approaching freight train.

Maybe the voices in the distance belonged to people who could hear my heart and come and rescue me.

"Shit! I was going to die.

I was angry and frustrated and happy and sad, all at the same time. My world began to spin around me. The voices got closer.

Suddenly, I heard noises very close and a man’s voice and he was speaking in German—urgently and rapidly and loudly.

I felt vibrations over my head and the light at the end of my tunnel got brighter.

Maybe I was going to die and I’d soon be on the other side of that light.

I smiled when I thought about that shining blond-haired ski instructor on my postcard. It was clutched in my hand and I had placed it over my heart, because hope is hope and you can always dream—even if you’re going to die.

They found me passed out and with a big smile on my face and my arm clutching the damp postcard in my hand.

At least, that’s what Franz Eigner told me later as he smiled down at me—his brilliantly white teeth in a huge grin and one tanned hand brushing aside my hair as he strapped me onto a stretcher as they carried me down the slope towards the ski lodge.

The rescuers wore skis and because I saw the snow and gorgeous mountain scenery whizzing by and I was alive, it felt like a ride at Walt Disney World.

HERE, TRY THIS hot chocolate, he told me, concern written all over his incredibly handsome face.

Even though I’d almost died, I wasn’t dead now and the man hovering over me was starting to turn me on. My God, I told myself, I thought everything about me would be frozen solid after being under the snow for hours, but there’s a certain tingling down there. Maybe Franz Eigner, this stunning-and-apparently-in-his-twenties man, can thaw me out.

His eye color changed from light to medium to dark blue, depending upon the light coming in and if there was a lot of sun or a little filtering through the wall to ceiling windows of the lodge. I saw shutters to the sides and I knew that they were probably there as security and safety against massive snow storms and to shelter the building from collapse.

Fraulein...are you all right? You have a strange expression on your face. Are you well?

I shivered. Sorry. I’m fine—just a little achy that’s all.

I studied him for a moment. He was over six feet and as stunning a specimen of humanity as I’d ever seen. I drooled in my mind and hoped I didn’t look too hungry. He had a strong but slim build and he looked like he worked out. I snuck a peak at his lower torso and thighs and when I saw his partial erection behind well worn and faded denims, and just below the cable-knit sweater he as wearing, I blushed.

I looked up to find him staring at me, then he smiled.

Ah...I stuttered. Who exactly are you, by the way? I never got the chance to ask while I being saved from near certain death and everything.

He stood upright and made a formal bow and then clicked his heels and saluted me. Franz Eigner at your service, madam. He grinned. Better known as the owner of this modest establishment.

I looked around at the antiques lining the walls, the dark brown leather sofas, the colorful tiffany-styled lamps placed on tables and along the walls, and the magnificent chandelier in the center of the lobby. Modest? I’d hardly call it that, Mr. Eigner.

Franz, please. He paused a moment then grinned wickedly—making my temperature creep up once again. Would you like a massage? I know a private small spa located right here, and I feel I owe you at least one because of you being buried under a ton of snow and everything, and on my property, too.

Ten tons, I told him.

He raised one perfect eyebrow. Bitte?

I’m only joking. The massage is not necessary, but would be much appreciated.

Franz turned to the receptionist. Please show Ms. Wilson to the spa and make sure she’s comfortable. What room will she be in?

The man looked at his reservation book then back up at Franz. Number two, Herr Eigner. I’ll have Gretchen show her to the room and help her get ready.

Franz turned towards me. I’ll see you later, Ms. Wilson.

Janet, please.

I’ll see you later...Janet. He turned back towards me. Perhaps we can have dinner later this evening.

I didn’t know about food but I knew I was ready to simply eat up his delicious-looking body. I smiled. Perhaps.

He gave me another heel click then turning, wandered off into the depths of the lodge.

I could hear him whistling a bit from Tales From The Vienna Woods, as an attendant led me to the spa which was on the top floor of the lodge.

I HAD JUST settled in, face down on the massage table and listening to Vivaldi’s Spring coming from an iPod, when the door opened quietly and someone entered the room. I was sleepy and almost drifting off.

Without a word, the masseuse started to massage my shoulder muscles after pouring some warmed oil onto their hands. I’d smelled, then seen the oil as I was taken into the room.

I didn’t expect the strength of the masseuse’s hands as they pulled and kneaded my muscles.

It felt like a man.

I knew that if it was a man, that I’d be embarrassed.

No one except a lover had touched my body and I wasn’t about to let one touch me now.

Who is it? I asked, muffled because I was still face down into the table.

Your masseur, madam.

Shit, it was a man! I turned over, making sure that the towel which covered my lower body was pulled up under my chin.

Franz stood there, the blue in his eyes deepening into something a lot hotter.

A lot more intense.

A lot more sexy.

His eyes dropped to my breasts because as I saw him, I’d accidentally let my towel fall.

He picked it up and offered it to me, his eyes still riveted to my face and then he cupped my cheek and ran his thumb along it.

I looked down and saw that his erection was tenting the front of his loose cotton pants and that the pants were the only thing he had on.

I pushed down the towel then threw it on the floor.

Do you want me? If you don’t, I’ll leave right away, he said.

I want you, he added softly, his voice all steel and full of foreign intrigue—and promises of things to come.

I needed desperately to feel him, all hard erection and tanned body and arousal scent hanging around him like the powerful aphrodisiac it was to a sex-starved woman like myself.

I slid off the massage table then pressed myself into him.

He groaned and kissed my cheek then trailed his lips to my mouth where he first nibbled my lips and then kissed my mouth softly at first, then deep and forcibly inside, touching all of the sensitive spots. He seemed to know where they were.

He groaned again and it went straight to my sex because I was making him react this way.

Shouldn’t you be tending to your host duties or something? I asked him softly.

Fuck the lodge. It can wait. The guests won’t go hungry. All I can think about is you right now, anyway. When I saw you all frozen and wet and frightened and shivering after we pulled you out from the avalanche, I thought we’d lost you.

He smiled. Thinking ahead that’s all. I didn’t know who you were yet.

And who’s that, I asked.

"A good friend. More so than the other American guests. Possibly a lover...

I hope a lover, at least, he added.

I felt his hard as a rock erection alongside of my thigh and pulled him closer. I could just get my arms to meet around his chest.

Mmmm...Franz, you feel so warm. And so good.

I kissed his chest and then he suddenly picked me up and placed me back down on the massage table, then straddled me with his legs on either side of my body. I felt a shiver as I saw him looking at my sex and my breasts.

I didn’t know what would come next, but was about to find out.

FRANZ LEANED DOWN towards me, his large and thick and blazingly hot erection close to my sex as he bent his knees and using his lips and tongue, made my nipples harden to the size of cherries. It had been a long time since a lover made me feel this way and the Austrian in front of me wasn’t even a lover yet.

When I brushed the hairs on his arms I felt a jolt of electricity down through my toes, looping up to the sensitive areas directly above my breasts. In the very back of my mind I was worried that this was how he treated all of his women guests who were interested and also— how many lovers had he had?

I wondered how he had come into the business because he certainly appeared to be pretty well off, but in his twenties. I knew nothing about Austrian or European royalty and because he had heel clicked me several times, I thought that possibly he was a baron or something.

He stopped for a moment and looked at me. What? he asked.

What if they need this room for a real massage? I said.

They won’t. No one uses this spa in the Winter. They’re all out partying or skiing or drinking eggnog or getting drunk.

Sooo...that bit about asking the receptionist what room was available, was all a ruse?

A ruse? Why, whatever do you mean, Fraulein?

You know very well what I mean.

I laughed.

He planted a sloppy kiss on the crease between my neck, apparently trying to distract me from his real goal which was to trace kisses along my torso until he reached my belly button, then further down until he reached the hair between my thighs. Scooting backwards he pulled on my legs gently so that my knees were bent and my feet were flat on the floor.

I looked up at him.

His shining hair disappeared suddenly as he knelt on the floor between my legs with one hand on each of my knees. I felt his lips and they were hot and moist as he kissed the creases between my thighs.

He spread my legs apart and I felt the coolness of a breeze through a window which was open about an inch. He blew on my sex and the outer lips of my vagina and I shook from desire for the man in front of me.

Kissing me there.

Feeling me there.

Touching my sex there.

I felt one finger inside and then another, spreading me apart like a fig you halve and then eat and then I felt his lips and tongue there, and thought I was going to die.

Then he was inside of me and I melted.

It felt like the first rush of warm water as you turn on the hot water. I knew that I’d climaxed immediately because I felt myself ripple throughout my lower body and when he looked up at me and grinned like a Cheshire cat I realized he’d done it on purpose.

He finished me off with a kiss then stood up and helped me to scoot up further on the large massage table.

I saw his rock hard erection and when he straddled the table once again and then knelt down with a knee on either side of my legs, I hoped I knew what was next.

He wasn’t in any hurry because he appeared to be able to control his body well, and he rubbed the tops of my thighs with his thumbs then carefully, he inched up and placed the very tip of his erection at the entrance to my sex. I knew what he was going to do and braced myself because I didn’t want to fly off the table in my excitement.

After entering me about an inch I clutched onto the cloth cover of the massage table.

There was an urgent rap on the door which made me jump.

Fuck! I wonder who that is? He turned towards the door. What is it? I’m in the middle of something right now.

Herr Eigner...Herr Eigner...A guest has fallen off the roof and we think he broke an arm.

Can’t you get one of the medical personnel to see to him?

They’re all off in the next village. A roof collapsed because of the snow and they’re rescuing a family trapped inside.

Franz muttered something, but I couldn’t hear what it was. Then he turned to me.

Dinner? Please tell me you’ll let me take you to dinner. I can pick you up at, say, seven o’clock?

I was so frustrated because I hated to leave things unfinished but I supposed that a broken arm held precedence over my sexual needs. That would be nice, I said lamely and with such little conviction in my voice that I didn’t even believe myself.

I’ll have some Austrian specialties for you. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.

As he pulled on his pants I slipped on a short robe and gathered up my clothes. I went over to him and put my arms around him, exposing my bare breasts to his chest. I heard his sharp intake of breath.

I don’t know if I can wait that long. See what you do to me. He looked down at his erection poking out the front of his pants once again.

You’re the only Austrian specialty I want, Franz. Just bring yourself to dinner and the rest of the meal will take care of itself.

I smiled and when he opened the door for me I walked out.

The person who’d knocked on the door stood to one side looking at the floor.

Franz said something to the man rapidly in German and when he looked back at me his smile changed from the grim one it was before, to a charming one that had already lit up my soul.

I walked down the corridor, feeling the intensity of his gaze on my back as I turned the corner and headed for my room.

PROMPTLY AT SEVEN he showed up at my door and when he saw me in my royal blue silk dress and hair all swept up like Princess Leia, he took a sharp breath and then stepping into the room, he slammed the door shut behind him.

My heart was pounding so much I thought he’d hear it.

This was all so sudden—the intensity of the feelings I had for him. It was almost freaky and too intense.

He touched the little swirls of hair on the sides of my head.

I always loved Star Wars, he told me softly. Come on, let’s have dinner.

After kissing my neck close to my ‘Leia buns’ he said, They remind me of cinnamon buns. That’s one breakfast food you must have every day.

He held open the door and I brushed close to him as I walked into the corridor, and as he pulled the door shut he pulled me in to his body. He was wearing a charcoal grey sport jacket and soft grey pants and a short-sleeved ivory shirt, open at the neck.

I leaned in and smelled his hot skin then on tiptoes so I could reach him, I kissed him at a pulse point on his muscular neck. He smelled so good I almost fainted.

He mumbled something in German under his breath, and because we were so close I felt his already stiff erection against my belly. I could have had sex with him right there in the corridor, not carrying who was walking by. Not caring if anyone applauded—although I’d certainly like to put on a good show in private.

I knew that if I stood there much longer they’d have to scoop me up off the floor with a spatula and that would make a grand mess on the two-hundred year old floor of the magnificent Austrian ski lodge.

He shook me gently. Janet—we have to go to dinner. We can’t stand here all night. Someone will come by and dust us off and try and place us in a corner or something. Let alone we need the energy for later.

I chuckled.

Funny and sexy and oh so incredibly handsome. And it wasn’t even twenty-four hours since I’d arrived. Maybe I could extend my two-week vacation another week.

Maybe two.

Maybe three or four.

I was getting carried away with my sexual fantasy about an incredibly handsome Austria.

He broke apart and then putting his arm around my waist we walked downstairs to the dining room.

All I felt was the heat from the man beside me and the eyes of the women on us as we crossed the lobby and entered the dining room."

Hah, he’s mine, I gloated to myself.

I need him and you can’t have him.

MY JAW HUNG OPEN as I looked at the small restaurant and the outside patio, closed in by glass and heated. We were seated at the edge of the glass and I saw the Alps in the near distance as well as reflections of candlelight and diners. It was quiet and I looked up at Franz and noticed he was studying me.

Behind him there were little white lights strung in a square around the room and it looked like a romantic fairyland or high school graduation. Still, my stomach started to do a flip flop when I looked ahead to a possible romantic relationship with Franz. I knew nothing about him except that he was the center focus of my life already and it had only been a day.

I planned on trying to learn to ski tomorrow.

Would he be helping me on the slopes and if so, how could I possibly focus on learning the sport and how not to fall on my ass all the time?

You’re quiet, he told me.

Just taking in the incredible view, I told him, looking out to the scenic postcard outside.

Me too, he said, looking directly at my ‘Leia buns’ and then touching them with the back of his hand. How on earth do you get these things to stay like this?

He laughed, just as the wine steward came over.

Herr Eigner, Miss Wilson, he nodded. I can recommend the—

Josef, I know what we have in the cellar. Please bring Ms. Wilson and I a bottle of that Chardonnay from California. I think she’d enjoy that.

California? I asked. I was looking forward to something European.

They happen to have the best wine. I hope you don’t mind me ordering for us?

I shook my head ‘no’ then felt his foot playing with my ankle. Somehow, he’d managed to remove his shoe and then run it up to the back of my knee, and without any obvious contortions on his part.

Why Mr. Eigner... I smiled, I do believe you are trying to seduce me while we eat dinner.

Just the appetizer, Fraulein. We’ll eat our main meal here then take the dessert back to one of our rooms.

Where we can eat it together, I hope?

He smiled slyly. Only if we try a special Austrian desert I had made especially for you. It’s about twenty-seven or so years old and very...how do you say it...tasty.

Our wine and appetizers arrived and after a glass was poured for each of us we clinked them and sipped.

I ran my tongue over my lower lip and then tasted the wine slowly. I hoped it was enticing him to taste me.

Franz leaned over and put his hand over mine and then whispered, Janet, if you keep on doing that I shall fall apart right here at the table. I want to taste the wine on your lips. I want to do all sorts of thing to you.

Will you also show me how to ski properly?

He sat back and laughed. Honestly, my focus isn’t exactly on the slopes right now.

Franz looked at his crotch and told me I need to focus on getting my ski pole in order, if you know what I mean...

I sat upright in my chair, putting on an act that I didn’t want him as much as he apparently wanted me.

I wanted him in bucket loads and in every which way possible. Tell me a bit about the ski lodge. How can a man as young as you are own something as magnificent as this?

I waved my hand around the general area.

He mumbled something in German under his breath then looked up at me. Family business. We have several partners.

Do you have any brothers and sisters?

No. Just my father.

I sampled my potatoes au gratin and murmured my appreciation. Where’s your dad now?

"Off on some business trip.

He’s always off on some business trip, he grimaced.

Let’s discuss more pleasant things. What do you do for a living?

I’m a writer and ghost writer.

Interesting. What’s your favorite genre?

Romances—and horror. I love horror stories.

Some of the romances in my past have been one and the same, he told me.

I laughed so much that I almost dropped my wine. Sorry. That’s a good one. I actually wrote a story once called ‘My Horrible Vacation.’ It was a YA novel about teenagers at a Summer camp and they run into a mutant catfish.

Catfish?

Yep, catfish. There was a recent movie out about a two-headed shark so I thought catfish would work.

Our toes had long ago met under the table in an intense game of footsie and I couldn’t wait until after dinner. My nether regions were heating up.

I pushed my chair away from the table. I’m ready for that dessert you mentioned.

Franz got up immediately and in the space of a minute we were headed upstairs to his owner’s suite.

HE HAD MY ARMS high up over my head and against the wall and I felt the full force of his athletic body pressed into my own.

I almost fell to the floor from the feeling.

As he kissed me, he tried to release one of my ‘Leia buns’ but couldn’t so I pushed him off for a moment then took them both down, letting my long, coppery hair flow down over my shoulders.

He fingered a lock of it then told me, Oh my—my own Celtic fairy right here in my room. A man can’t take this much excitement. Your skin is so translucent. I can feel your heart beating so easily.

I felt his hand running down the side of my body, lingering for a moment on my breast and then I felt him sweep it across my sex, between our bodies.

He pulled away a couple, of inches then ran his palm over the front of my dress and stopped. Let’s get you out of this dress. I want to see you naked again. I can’t wait.

I looked over at the large, uncovered windows. Aren’t you worried about someone seeing us? I practically glow in the dark. I am a Celtic fairy, as you said, and all fairies glow in the dark. Well, the red-headed ones at least—

He stopped me speaking by invading my mouth with his tongue and with his other hand he pushed his jacket onto the floor and undid his belt and then ripped off his shirt. The buttons made little pinging noises as they bounced along the wooden floor.

No one can see us in here. Besides, the next mountain over is many kilometers away.

He looked over my entire body. You are way overdressed. Let me help you.

He flipped me around and unzipped me, then unfastened my bra until I was left in my black silk panties.

I went to scoot them down and onto the floor but he took my hand away. "Leave them on. It’s sexier.

We stumbled over to the bed, plastered together like two lost souls in a hurricane. I could barely breath because I was worked up to a fever pitch and he had me so tight against his body that there wasn’t any space to breathe, anyway.

After he pushed me slightly we fell onto the goose down comforter and I almost sank into it. Help, I yelled softly. I can’t breathe.

He propped himself up off the bed and laughed. Sorry about that. We do strive for high quality bed linens in the lodge. I think with this one, because you’re so tiny, we overdid it.

He helped me up the bed, still on my back, so I was propped up.

From my vantage point I saw his body fully for the first time. He was athletic and muscled, yet not a bodybuilder type. You know what I mean? His hair shone, even in the soft light from a couple of wall sconces. I looked around his suite for the first time and it was huge.

Except for the spa, I felt it had overtaken the top floor of the large lodge.

As he moved backwards, still on his knees, he put his palms into the waistband of my panties and slipped them off, twirled them around on one finger, then threw them onto a side chair.

I saw the glint in his eye as he looked at my sex then ran a couple of fingers over the outside of it, sneaking them closer and closer until he was caressing my clitoris between them, making it hard, and me antsy.

I knew what happened last time we were about to make love so I was dying to get him inside of me this time, before something else happened. I figured that once he was inside me I could keep him there.

I leaned upwards and touched his erection and then closed my hand around it.

It made him shudder and he looked down at me and then gradually, excruciatingly slowly, he lowered himself towards the bed then pushing aside my thighs with his knees he lodged into me an inch then gradually, still slowly, he inched further and further until I felt my vagina expanding yet clutching onto his thick and large erection.

He went in all the way and then stopped and looked at me once again.

I was waiting for another emergency to interrupt us. I don’t think I could take it.

Me neither, he offered, as he pulled slowly out then very suddenly, started to pick up his pace and each time he rammed into me he did it with such force that I eventually threw my legs around his waist so that I could feel every inch of him.

He was such a big man that the feeling of his erection going in and out was exquisite, and I stuffed part of the comforter into my mouth to prevent myself from screaming. Wanting to feel even more of him, and every last centimeter of him inside of me, I placed my arms around his back and brought him down to my level on the bed and he then pushed himself inside of me with such force that I climaxed twice in the space of a minute.

After that he was more leisurely and after savoring every inch of him for another few minutes I felt him climax as well and then still inside of me, turn me so that he could spoon me, and we fell asleep like that.

ABOUT ONE O’CLOCK I heard a loud noise in the corridor, and someone banging on doors. The first thing that popped into mind was a fire and I shook Franz’s shoulder gently but he was one of those people, apparently, who could sleep through an earthquake.

The door banging got louder and louder until it reached our suite and then the person making all the racket started to pound on the door with both fists.

I shrunk back into the bed and finally, Franz woke up and scraped his hands across his face then his fingers through his hair.

One of your guests had too much party, it sounds like, I told him softly.

The man in the corridor started to yell and this compounded with the door banging to such a degree that I thought the door frame would shatter. Because he was yelling in German I hadn’t a clue what he was saying.

Fuck! Franz said loudly, swinging his legs over the bed and going over to a wall hook, he took a short robe off the wall and tied the belt around his waist.

He gestured to me and said "Stay here, bitte. I’ll handle this.

After looking back at me once he pulled open the door and slipped into the corridor.

At first, I heard muffled words in German then as it got more heated and the voices rose, I heard a few English words.

I live here too! got interspersed with rapid fire German, then Fuck off old man, which I understood clearly enough, then a lot more German until I heard someone’s elbow hit the wall and more cursing and then it all stopped suddenly. There was deathly silence for a moment and as the door creaked open I shriveled back under the covers until only my eyes showed.

Looking directly at the widening gap I saw Franz, clutching the door so that it blocked the man in the corridor from seeing inside, come inside, then quickly deadbolt the door. I guessed that the unknown irate guest still wanted a piece of Franz because I saw and heard the door shake as he kicked it a few times,

Then, the German cursing got lower and lower until it faded off and I heard nothing more.

What was that all about? I asked him, worried.

Just a sometimes guest who doesn’t know when to stop drinking.

It’s happened before then?

Often. I don’t know how I’m going to handle him. Sorry about all of that. I hope he didn’t scare you too much. You’ll think our hotel is a freak show the way things have been happening in your first 2 days.

Lay on your back, I told him. Leave your robe on.

His grim expression faded a little as I propped myself up beside him then sliding my hand into his robe I ran it down over his thigh then across his rapidly reawakening erection. Suddenly, I leaned down and taking him by surprise I ran my tongue over the top of it and while he was distracted, I undid his robe belt and pulled it out from underneath him.

Before he could do anything I wrapped and then tied it around one of his wrists, looped it through a couple of slats on the headboard, then looped and tied it around his other wrist so the was tied to the top of the bed and couldn’t move.

I was then free to slip his robe off to each side of his body and simply look at him.

Whatever are you doing Fraulein? he asked, but with a slight edge to his voice.

I don’t want you to slip away from me again. I barely know you and we’ve been interrupted a couple of times already. You are all mine for the rest of the evening.

Well, if you put it that way...

I do. After I said that I straddled his chest and then leaned down and kissed him along his jawline, all the while feeling his erection growing and growing until it simply begged for attention.

I knew that I’d done my job and distracted him from the drunken guest so I raised myself up then ever so slowly I inched down over his erection until I was sitting on his lower torso and he was all the way inside of me.

It felt exquisite and I couldn’t move for a moment.

Untie me. I can’t move. I don’t expect you to do all the work, he said, sounding a little ticked off.

I’d tell you to ‘make me’ but you can’t move, can you?

He half growled and half laughed, but got frustrated and tugged on the robe belt which bound his wrists to the headboard. After jerking and jerking on the belt until it tore, he was free and immediately sat up in bed, with me still sitting over his lower torso, and literally, joined at the hip.

You American women like to be in charge some of the time, don’t you?

Yes. Do you like it? I can leave if you want me to...

Not the first time and not now. In fact, never, he told me.

He place his arms and hands around my back and after scooting a little closer he took over and we continued to make love for another twenty minutes and he came first, then I did a few moments later.

I WOKE UP with the brilliant Austrian Winter sun blinding me. Franz hadn’t pulled the drapes shut when we went to bed and it was streaming in through the windows.

He shook my shoulder. Wake up! he yelled, sounding like a Germanic drill sergeant.

I sat up suddenly, making my head spin.

We have shower, then breakfast, and then ski lesson.

You’re not my boss so be quiet. I’ll get up when I want to get up, I told him grumpily.

My lodge and my rules, he said, then laughed, and pulling me from the bed and throwing me over his shoulder, we went into the shower.

While I was still hanging over his muscled shoulder and staring at the tiles on the floor, he turned on the water and then sliding me down his body, he opened the door and handed me the shampoo.

After soaping his hands he slid them all over my neck and then down my body, stopping and paying close attention to my breasts, which soon turned rosy pink and warm from all of the attention.

Mmm...a massage and then sex and now a shower, then breakfast and then learning to ski with the boss. What’s a girl going to do with all of the extra time she’ll have?

Extra time, Fraulein? I plan on keeping you busy.

He slid his hands down over my sex then soaped me up. First, here. He slid his hands up across my shoulders, where he kissed me.

And here. At that he soaped up his own erection then placing the shampoo bottle which I still clutched in my hand he picked me up and slid me quickly down onto his rock hard erection. Because there hadn’t been much foreplay it felt tight. Exquisitely tight.

I moved up and down on him a few times until he picked me up and I locked my legs around his perfect back and then after rinsing me off he took me from the shower and placed me down on a padded bench in the bathroom, still tight inside of me.

He withdrew then dried me off completely and I felt unfulfilled.

Franz knew what he was doing though. He knelt down in front of me and I thought that the cold marble tiles of the bathroom floor would be hard on his knees, but it didn’t bother him and instead, he eased my thighs apart and then kissed me leisurely all over my sex, and both inside and out, using his tongue and fine lips to great advantage until fifteen minutes later, I felt the biggest climax of my life wash through me in a shudder and it was right at that moment that he stood up slightly, slid into me once again, and then carried me from the bedroom.

HIS HEAD INSIDE of his closet, Franz threw out a