Sizzling In The Mountains – Greene Mountain Boys Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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“Is there a fire?” I ask as he runs to the edge of the building.

“I don’t know,” he says as he looks over. “Chief! I’ll be down in a second!”

I rush over and look down as the firetruck comes rolling out of the station. Graham is beside it and looking up at us with his full gear on. Man, these guys move fast.

“Don’t bother,” he yells up to James. “It’s just a carbon monoxide detector that went off. Hold down the fort while we check it out.”

We watch as Graham jumps into the truck and it takes off down the street with the sirens blaring.

“Should we stop?” I ask, a little shaken up.

James doesn’t look shaken up in the least. “We can keep going.”

I got enough pictures of him in front of mountains. I’d like to get some with a fire theme.

“Maybe we can get some photos of you holding your hose?”

His eyebrow goes up. I heard it the second I said it.

“You want me to hold my hose?”

“Your firehose,” I say, turning bright red.

“Sure,” he says with a grin. “I can hold any hose you want.”

I roll my eyes at myself as I follow him back downstairs. This time I’m the one following behind, so I can shamelessly stare at him all I want. Too bad he put his damn shirt back on.

We step into the main area and head for the remaining firetruck. The air feels charged and electric now that we’re alone.

James turns and looks at me with that sexy grin. “What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” I say, rambling nervously. “Maybe hoist the hose over your shoulder?”

He grabs it and tosses it onto his shoulder like it weighs nothing. “Like this?”

“Um… Maybe… take your shirt off?”

He grins as he drops the hose. It hits the ground with a slap. I hold my breath as he slowly, seductively pulls his shirt off.

He catches me eyeing him, but it’s so hard to look away. I can’t seem to stop myself from checking him out.

“What are you thinking?” he asks in a deep throaty voice.

“The lighting,” I quickly say. “I’m wondering where the best lighting is.”

“You’re a liar.”

My eyes widen as I stare at him.

“You’re thinking of that kiss,” he says as he makes his way over, stalking forward like a jungle predator fixated on his prey. “Aren’t you?”

“Are you?”

He slowly nods as he arrives, towering over me, shirtless and hotter than the raging infernos he bravely races into.

“I’ve been thinking of that kiss non-stop,” he says as he fills my personal space with his massive body. His musky cologne fills my lungs and a whimper teases out of my throat. “I was thinking of your luscious lips, your sexy little tongue, and your hot body all night long. I barely slept. I dreamt about it. I woke up thinking about it. And can I tell you a secret?”

I swallow as I look up at him, my body completely still. “Yes.”

“When I woke up after that dream…” He leans close to my ear to whisper. “I was rock hard.”

I shiver all over. He notices.

“Perhaps you’d like a picture of that?”

He steps back, looking at me with a wolfish grin.

I wonder if he can see the lust in my eyes. I wonder if he can feel my desire pouring off me.

Heat is swirling around my core. My pussy is beginning to ache.

He picks up the hose and hoists it back onto his bare shoulder, grinning as he stares at me. I have to capture this.

I start clicking away, amazed at the sexy shots I’m getting. I should have just filled the whole calendar with pictures of him.

“Am I the only one who gets undressed?” he asks as he turns and shows me his side profile. I swallow hard as I take a few shots. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

I’m so hot and steamy that I wouldn’t mind taking off a few layers. I slip off my jean jacket and he grins in delight. “Don’t stop there.”

“You’re the model,” I tell him. “I’m the photographer.”

“You should be the model. You’re fucking perfect.”

I keep the camera over my eye as my finger rapidly clicks the button. God, he looks like he wants to fuck the camera lens…

But it’s not the camera lens he wants to fuck. It’s me.

I gasp when I zoom out for a wider shot and see the massive shape of his long hard erection. He wasn’t lying. He’s rock hard.

My whole body craves it. It’s dying for it. I’m aching all over.

“I think we have enough with the hose,” I say with a shaky voice. He lets it drop onto the ground and it lands with another slap.

“Do you want to see anything else?” he asks with those smoldering brown eyes looking me up and down. “Anything.”

I lower the camera and my lust-filled eyes drop right to his crotch. I try not to look there, but my eyes have a mind of their own and that mind is dirty.


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