Page 87 of Cabin Fever
I snort. “You’re such a bro, Talon.”
He shrugs, running his hand up my thigh. “Weren’t you her number one supporter when she was hooking up that married barista?”
“No, he wasn’t married,” I say. “That guy was getting a divorce. He was unhinged because of the divorce, which is exactly why he needed Simone. Stress relief and all that.”
He bends down and bites my nipple, hard enough to make me gasp. “You want to know a secret, Kat?”
I shiver. “Always.”
“I think you’re better at this than me. You know what people want. You can tell what they need. You’re better than me at the writing, the living, the observing, all of it.”
I flush, even as I play it off with a giggle. “Thanks, but you’re pretty observant yourself, mister. You’re the man whose books are currently at the top three spots on the bestseller list.”
Talon waves a hand, unconcerned. “Yeah, but you’re going to blow past me with your new romance novel. I can feel it.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling because this man supports my every ambition. “Is this your subtle way of asking me to write a scene where the stepdaughter blackmails her dad with dirty photos?”
“Only if you make it extra depraved,” he says, and we both lose it laughing.
I reach for my glass of water, take a sip, and let the silence settle. Outside, the snow is still coming down, burying us deeper in the woods, and it feels like nothing could ever get inside this world we’ve built.
Talon pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses the fox ring, then licks my finger, which somehow, is hot as hell.
“Mmm, what was that for?”
My boyfriend just winks at me. “Nothing.”
“Let me guess: you want to know the latest Simone gossip,” I say.
He props himself up on an elbow, looking way too interested for a man who claims to be above it all. “Lay it on me.”
“Her new guy—the professor she’s hooking up with—is old-school. Like, really old-school. He wants her to have his baby.”
Talon blinks, processing. “Wait, what? Why? Are they getting married?”
“Nope. He’s, like, obsessed with the idea of her getting pregnant. But not for marriage—he just wants an heir or something.”
Talon looks confused. “An heir? That’s pretty crazy. Is she going to do it?”
I laugh. “Simone’s considering it. I think she likes the power trip. Plus, the professor’s got money. Like, real money. They’re talking surrogacy or whatever, but I think he’s going to impregnate her the old-fashioned way.”
Talon snorts. “So she’s going to get bred by her hot professor and then raise the kid herself?”
“No, I thinkhewants the baby. But whatever custody arrangement they decide on, Simone’s going to be a MILF, and both of them are going to experience hot times.”
Talon shakes his head, but he’s grinning now. “You know what this sounds like?”
“A taboo romance novel,” we say at the same time.
We laugh again, and I roll on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head. “You want to roleplay it?” I ask, voice low.
He raises an eyebrow. “You want me to breed you, my naughty little student?”
I rock my hips against him, feeling him get hard, even through the thin layer of boxers. “Only if you’re a strict professor who’s disappointed in my grades. I need you to make me come really hard, and then maybe I’ll get an A on my quiz.”
He growls, then flips us so I’m underneath, his body pressing me into the mattress. “You’re incorrigible,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
I pant into his ear, “I need extra credit, Mr. Professor.”
