Page 38 of Stranded for Christmas with my Boss

“Come here.”

A gasp leaves me as he grabs me, pulling me onto his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. My chest falls against his as I straddle him, throwing my arms around his neck. The friction of his cock gliding through my folds makes my head spin.

Jensen wraps his arm around my back, easily hoisting me up so that he can position his cock at my entrance. He helps me ease down, a groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, I love the way you squeeze me.”

I love the way hetalksto me. Every dirty word nudges me closer and closer to yet another breathtaking orgasm. “I’m already so close.”

Jensen grabs my ass and moves me up and down on his cock, our bodies pressing together as we hold each other close.

The intimacy of it all makes my heart flutter, but it’s hard to focus on any logical thought when he hits an angle that makes me see stars. “Oh…yes, right there.”

Jensen slams me down on him, tilting his head back as I crash my lips against his. His fingertips dig into my soft flesh, his grip tightening as we tumble closer and closer to the edge.

I grip the hair on the back of his head, the nails of my other hand digging into the back of his shoulder as I hold on for dear life. Tension pulls tight in my lower stomach, stealing the air out of my lungs.

Jensen pulls me down one more time before the knot snaps, making me unravel as tingling heat fills my entire body. He pulls me flush against him, burying his cock inside of me as he spills. He exhales shakily, our bodies shuddering from the intensity as we grab onto each other.

I pant against his shoulder, his skin feeling hot to the touch. My strength leaves me, making me slump against him. “Woah.”

A tired smile crosses his lips as he leans backward, dropping onto his back and pulling me down onto his chest. “That’s all you, sweetheart. Damn, it’s just better and better every time.”

I can heartily agree with that. My cheek nestles against his firm chest as I listen to the rapid thump of his heartbeat, matching the adrenaline and excitement racing through me. Being with him is one of the most thrilling things that I’ve ever experienced.

The intensity. The pleasure. The heat. The surprising passion.

It’s unlike anything that I’ve experienced before.

“Thank you for fixing my door,” I tell him, hearing laughter rumble in his chest.

“Any time,” Jensen replies. “You can call me if you need help with anything.”

My heart skips. Does he really mean that? But even as the warmth of his touch lingers on my skin, the weight of what we've done bears down on me. Austin’s warning echoes in my mind, a reminder that this isn’t just a fling—it’s a dangerous game we’re playing. But when Jensen looks at me like that, with those eyes that seem to promise everything I’ve ever wanted, how am I supposed to resist?

“You too,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m not as handy as you, but I’m pretty resourceful.”

“Oh, I know you are.” His grin is disarming, but it only adds to the turmoil brewing inside me.

I smirk as I turn my head to look up at him, admiring the teasing grin on his face and the way his cheeks are lightly flushed. We gaze at each other for a few seconds, happiness thrumming through me.

Tonight turned out a lot better than I thought it would.

“I should head home. We both need sleep before tomorrow,” Jensen tells me.

I do my best to hide my frown as I get off him. He’s right, but I can’t help but want him to stay here with me. I’ve started really enjoying his company lately, even when we’re not having sex. I just…like being around him.

I should let him go, create some distance, but as I watch him prepare to leave, all I want is to ask him to stay. I know it’s wrong. I know I’m breaking my own promises. But as he turns to look at me one last time, I can’t find the strength to make him go.

I like talking to him. Working with him. Drinking coffee with him.

But it’s so wrong. I already broke my promise to Austin, and with every touch, every heated whisper, I’m digging myself deeper into this forbidden territory. What if he finds out? The fallout would be disastrous—not just for me, but for Jensen too.

What if Austin finds out? What if Jensen’s reputation is shattered, and it’s all my fault? What if I lose everything—my job, my security, my heart? As much as I try to push those thoughts away, they cling to me, darkening every lingering touch, every whispered word. I’ve already lost control, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it back.

Yet, the more I tell myself to stop, the more I crave these stolen moments with him. I’m playing with fire, and I know it, but I can’t seem to pull away. Jensen cleans up and gets dressed before pitching me a concerned look. “Everything okay?”

I drag myself out of my worrying thoughts and nod. “Just tired.”

Jensen steps closer to me and leans down, kissing the top of my head. “Get some rest. I’ll make sure the door closes on my way out.”

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