Page 50 of Stranded for Christmas with my Boss

Not any longer.

Chapter twenty-three

Alyssa

The firelight flickers on our bare skin as we move to the couch, our clothes left behind. Breathless, we come together, our moans blending with the crackle of the fire.

This place is perfect for us to finally be honest with each other. Why are we both so ridiculously stubborn?

I should’ve told him how I truly felt days ago, but December has been the craziest month of my life. A new job. A car crash. A secret relationship with my new boss. A huge app update. A surprise blizzard.

Now, a night alone together in a cabin? How is that not the most insane month ever? And Christmas is around the corner!

As frustrating and stressful as it is for us to be stranded here so close to the holidays, I can’t help but feel a little grateful for this getaway. So much at home clouds our minds and blurs our focus. How are we supposed to figure out what we have when there is so much outside noise around us?

Out here, the only craziness happening is the storm blowing outside as the wind howls and the snow plummets down.

We’re definitely going to make the most of this night while it lasts.

Jensen grabs the back of my thighs and picks me up, groaning as his hard cock grazes through my wet folds. He steps back and lowers himself down on the couch, encouraging me to straddle his waist. “You look so fucking gorgeous today. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

My eyes flutter shut as his lips press against my neck in dizzying, open-mouthed kisses. Warmth courses through my entire body, glowing between my thighs as I grow wetter with every touch. My fingers curl in his hair as he kisses his way across my collarbone.

“You always say the most perfect things, you know?” I breathe out as I grind my hips down, a gasp breaking from my lips as my clit grazes against his cock. The friction makes the heat within me crackle even hotter.

Jensen’s hands grip my sides, holding me steady as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks hard, easily eliciting another moan from me. He switches to the other nipple, the tip of his tongue swirling around the stiff peak. “I’ve always been good with my mouth.”

A breathless laugh breaks from me as I look down at him, seeing a cocky grin playing over his lips. I can’t even deny him because he’s right. That mouth of his has driven me crazy in more ways than one, whether it’s pressed against some part of my body or not.

“Freak.”

“But you love it.”

Love.

The word simmers in my mind, burning hotter and hotter as his lips caress a sensitive spot on my neck. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as our bodies press together. I wish it was possible to pull him even closer than that, and I can’thelp but think of earlier when I told him that I wanted to be with him.

There was more that I could’ve said. I could’ve told him that I think about him all the time. That he’s worth any risk that I take.

That I think I’m falling in love with him.

A gasp leaves me as I feel one of his fingers sink inside of me, distorting my thoughts. Every thrust of his finger shatters my thoughts more and more, leaving my mind cloudy with a heated haze. I can’t think of anything else outside of the pleasure he makes me feel.

Jensen adds another finger, curving them as he thrusts them deep. The heel of his palm presses against my clit with every motion of his hand, making me drop my head down to his shoulder as the bliss radiates through me. “You feel incredible. So wet for me.”

“For you.”

“That’s right.”

I need more. I need everything that he can give me. Surges of emotion and pleasure collide within my body, making me restless for more. For a release that just might break me.

“Please, Jensen. Make me yours.” I beg him as I cup the frame of his face, my lips pressing against his as I speak.

Jensen groans at my desperation, his hips lifting beneath me as he yearns for me just as strongly. He pulls his fingers out of me, easily replacing them with his cock as he slides into me.

I press my nails into his back as I wrap my arms around his neck, my forehead pressing to his as we gather ourselves. That first thrust always feels so damn good, lighting up every nerve in my body with ecstasy.

It’s a promise of what’s to come.

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