Page 71 of The Chalet Girl

Emme was flushed and breathless as she rode him, pulling his face back up to hers and kissing with increasing intensity.

‘Oh god!’ she cried, as he thrust deeper; she rode him harder, until she bit his lip as she came, faster than she ever had, with a raging, helpless moan that surprised her. All the stress and tension of the past few months rolled throughher body and down this beautiful man’s cock. She turned to face the Silberschnee as she rode the wave of her most exquisite orgasm ever, pressing her cheek against Tristan’s as they both looked out at the mountain’s pink peak.

Her body shuddered in bliss.

‘Oh my god,’ she sighed again, kissing his face, his perfect face. It was the most electric and intense sexual experience of her life. Tristan looked at her in awe.

Emme raised herself up and off him and flipped over, her knees firmly placed on the heated seats as the ground was getting closer. They could make out the figures of people who had decided to ski all the way down back to the village. Faces emerged into sight as Tristan plunged into Emme from behind and with just a few delectable strokes, unleashed himself inside her with a groan.

With only seconds to spare, Emme and Tristan had their clothes on and zipped back up as the gondola doors dramatically opened. Emme stepped out reborn.

‘Well that was a little bit special!’ said Kelly the New Yorker. ‘Did you get diamonds?’ she asked Emme.

‘We had it all,’ Emme said, cheeks flushed, as she looked to the gondola behind. To her relief it was empty. But if there had been people in it, they would have seen Tristan Du Kok fucking Emmeline Eversley, all the way home.

‘Right, dinner!’ Tristan said, as they stopped outside the Anna Maria.

Not here, of all places,Emme thought. She really didn’t want to risk seeing his girlfriend.

She wanted to go home and have a shower. The Harringtons would be home from Thun soon and shedidn’t want to look as flustered as she felt right now.

Shivam, Kelly, Patrick and Justin thanked Tristan for a wonderful ski lesson, and they all agreed to reconvene at 8pm for their final evening dinner.

‘Want to drop your skis and boots at mine?’ Tristan asked Emme. ‘Less distance for you to carry them?’ he said it neutrally, as if he were helping out an old friend.

‘Oh it’s fine, I can put them in the Harringtons’ locker when I pass it. Thanks.’ They stood hesitating for a second, safeguarding their secret.

‘It would be nice to do that again some time…’ Tristan said, disarming her.

‘It would.’ She smiled. It didn’t have to be weird, this didn’t have to be anything. Emme needed the fun, the release of another man, to remind her that she was wanted and needed. The sting of Tom’s marriage would soon fade if Tristan looked after her like that. And then Emme leaned in to kiss Tristan goodbye, and he backed away.

Chapter Forty-One

‘I won, I won!’ Bella said as she ran into the apartment clutching a trophy. Emme had to steady herself so the child wouldn’t send her flying.

‘Well done sweetie, let me see it!’

Bella had already thrust the award into her face, so close that Emme could see her reflection in the metal.

Lexy and Harry closed the door behind them. Bill had gone straight back to Zurich from Thun, while the rest of the family changed onto the Bloch train, and then headed back up the mountain to Kristalldorf.

Emme leaned back and examined the trophy.

‘I didn’t realise it was a dance competition!’

‘It wasn’t but I got a special award for doing my best,’ Bella lisped proudly. Harry scowled a little as he skulked to his bedroom.

‘Well that’s wonderful,’ Emme said, giving Bella a hug. ‘Well done you.’

Lexy hung their coats in the cupboard and let out an exhausted breath.

‘Has the KristallKit arrived?’ she asked hopefully. ‘The kids are pretty hungry…’

‘Yes, I put it in the fridge but I didn’t check if it’s one that needs cooking or re—’ Emme stopped short when sherealised Lexy was staring at her curiously. ‘Either way, I’ll put the oven on…’ Emme said, self-consciously.

‘Everything OK here?’ Lexy asked, a cocktail of suspicion and intrigue in her arched auburn eyebrow.

Emme was fresh out of the shower and wearing lounging trousers and a jersey top, her damp hair combed back and her face make-up free, but had Lexy recognised that telltale glow?