Page 36 of Christian Clause

“When I decided I wanted you.”

My mouth runs dry as the car pulls to a stop in front of the building. Christian helps me out of the car. In the blistering cold, I stand there staring at the cabin encircled by a wooden porch and roof. Glass windows from the ground to the ceiling cover one part of the cabin.

I can’t wait to see the inside. With my hand in Christian’s, I climb the porch steps while the driver carries our luggage. Our boots make squishy noises in the snow.

The scent of cedar and mint assails my nostrils as I step into the hallway with Christian. The warmth makes me smile as Christian leads me to the sitting room. I draw in a sharp breath at the cozy scene before me. A humongous brick and wood fireplace covers one part of the wall. Red and green Christmas stockings decorate the fireplace from end to end. Comfy looking leather sofas with matching chairs surround the blazing fireplace. Hot cocoa, hot tea, and spicy apple cider, along with different coffees, are in substantial supply on an oak coffee table.

“This is beautiful,” I comment as Christian helps me out of my jacket.

“I’m glad you like it. I aim to please,” Christian says and hands me a cup of hot cocoa.

“I am pleased,” I say, and we share a laugh.

We enjoy a leisurely time before heading to the conference hall in the middle of the town. I smell Christmas in the air and sing along to the Christmas songs blaring in several speakers across the town. We meet with other participants. I grit my teeth as I see some women openly checking out Christian and being flirtatious with him.

During the next three days, I get used to women ogling Christian and flirting with him. My consolation is that Christian doesn’t respond to any of them. He has eyes and ears only for me, which I totally like.

The conference is so fun and educational I don’t want to return to Cedar Crest. Christian tries to teach me how to ski, but I’m too frightened to learn. He draws me into his arms and with his intense gaze holding mine says, “Trust me. I’ll never hurt you or let any harm come to you.”

The breath flows out of me at his words. It sounds more like he’s talking about us than skiing. I don’t mind anyway, so I allow him to teach me without fear, which ends up being a fun and stimulating experience as we share an ardent kiss after.

The days are fun, but the nights are sheer torture as Christian’s room is across from mine. Whenever we return from a night out, we tell each other a chaste good night even though I know we’re burning for each other. I see it in Christian’s eyes and I wonder what he’s waiting for. Is he afraid I’ll turn him down? He doesn’t want to mix business with pleasure as this is supposed to be a business trip? Every night I wonder what runs through his mind as I toss and turn on my soft bed. I have never wanted a man the way I want Christian. I don’t think there’s any shame in admitting it.

On our last night there, after a wonderful time in town dining in a classic restaurant and dancing, we return to the cabin. I turn to tell Christian goodnight. He catches me off guard by drawing me into his strong arms.

“Finally, business is over. It’s time for pleasure.”

My heart slams against my chest at his words.

“Even though it’s freezing, I have been taking cold showers to help me sleep every night so I can focus on why we’re here. But no more. Tonight is ours.” Then a frown crosses his handsome face. “That’s if I’m not overstepping my boundaries.”

For an answer, I stand on tiptoe to place my lips on his. That is all the encouragement he needs as his arms wind tighter around me and he deepens the kiss.

I moan with pleasure as I have so much missed having his arms around me. I lean into him, kissing him with the same fervor. I raise my hands to curl them around his neck and then link them in his beautiful hair. I feel the thick bulge of his erection against my stomach and thrills shoot through me.

Is this really going to happen? Am I going to have mind-blowing sex with my boss?

Oh, yes, I am.

His scent is intoxicating, and I inhale as he backs me against the wall, tantalizing my senses so much I feel like ripping his clothes off him. His hands move all over my body, grasping my breasts, and then he cups my ass cheeks and lifts me a little to feel the full effect of his stiff shaft. I almost sob with joy at the size of him.

My pebbled nipples poke painfully against my blouse. I massage Christian’s head as his lips move from my mouth to my neck. My panties are so wet I don’t know if they’ll ever be dry again. I want him so badly; I don’t think I can wait. I have always fantasized about him making slow passionate love to me, but right now, I don’t care about such finesse. I want him hard and fast.

Christian’s hands do wonders to my breasts as he caresses them. The breath comes out sharply from my throat when he lowers his head further and catches my hard nipple through my sweater. Sensations build up in my body, leaving me shivering and moaning. My hands tighten on his head as he teases one nipple, then the other. As if his lips aren’t doing enough to my senses, his hand reaches down and strokes my inner core through my leggings. I let out a small cry when he unexpectedly stops.

Grinning, he huskily says, “I want to take you right here and now, but I have dreamed so much about your gorgeous body spread against my bed, we have to take this to my room.”

I don’t care where he wants us to go, as long as he extinguishes the fire burning inside me.

I try to tell him yes as I see he’s waiting for a reply but my throat is clogged with passion. All I can do is nod. A broad smile spreads across his face. He dips a little and I’m surprised when he swings me into his arms without breaking a sweat. He carries me down the hallway to his room. Our lips mesh again when we enter his room. He gently lays me on the bed and I feel like a prey on his chopping block. And I love it.

He reaches for the hem on my blouse as I unbutton his shirt. We start slowly but then seconds later, we’re tearing the clothes off each other’s bodies and flinging them across the room.

“Damn, you’re exquisite.” Christian whistles as his hot gaze travels all over my body standing naked before him.

He’s all I imagined he would be, too, with his firm body and a six pack that has me drooling. Not an ounce of surplus flesh on him.

When his hand lifts one of my breasts, it is all I can do not to beg him to suck it. He doesn’t need any urging as his lips find my nipple and his hand clutches my other breast and squeezes it hard. I bite my lips as tears glaze my eyes from the pleasure coursing through my body. Christian lifts his head after torturing my nipples and breasts with expertise.

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