Page 21 of Stranded for Christmas with my Boss

“You’re here to work for me. Not flirt with our customers.”

Alyssa jabs my chest with her forefinger. “That’s right. You’re my boss. Not my boyfriend. I wasn’t flirting with him, and you shouldn’t be so concerned about my conversations with other guys.”

I grab her hand before she can pull it away, adopting a tight enough grip to where she can’t slip her hand out of my grasp. “What you do in this office does concern me.”

“So, if I was off the clock and out in the city, you wouldn’t be all worked up like this?” Alyssa questions me as her eyes sharpen from defiance.

I should be able to tell her that I wouldn’t care, but those words don’t come out. The truth does. “It would still piss me off.”

Alyssa’s eyes grow wide.

Well, I’ve done it now. Too late to back out, and I don’t think I could if I tried.

I lean down and crash my lips against hers, claiming them as I’ve been wanting to do every single day since our last kiss. My hand slips under her hair, gripping the back of her neck as she grabs at my upper arms.

Alyssa lifts up on her toes, her fingers gliding up to my shoulders. She parts her lips at the same time as me, winding her tongue around mine.

I wish we were anywhere but the office because I would make it my mission to hear her cry out my name as many times as I can. That doesn’t mean I can’t show her that she’s mine to tease.

Mine to touch.

My free hand squeezes her breast through her ruffled blouse before sliding down her side to her hip.

Alyssa moans lightly, our heated kiss swallowing the sound. She grips the hair on the back of my head, holding onto me like she’s afraid she’s going to slip away.

I slip my knee between her legs, nudging them apart as I grab at the bottom of her pencil skirt and pull it up to her waist. My fingers slip under the soft material of her black panties, coursing over smooth skin until they glide through wet folds.

“Oh…” Alyssa gasps as she leans into me, her forehead touching my shoulder.

I slowly sink a finger inside of her, my cock starting to harden at the feeling of how wet she already is. How needy. Heat fogs up my head as I slide that same finger up to her clit, rubbing slow circles to make her legs grow weak.

“Jensen,” Alyssa whimpers before pressing her mouth against my shoulder, quieting herself down as I continue the gentle motion.

I close my eyes for a moment, reveling in the sound of her pleasure and the warmth of her thighs as they tighten around my hand. I’d kill to fuck her on my desk again, but I don’t have that much time on my hands right now.

Alyssa pulls on the sleeves of my gray suit jacket, her eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure hit her.

I know what push she needs to fall over the edge. I push two fingers inside of her, rocking them deep into her. The heel of my hand presses against her sensitive clit, friction and pressure hitting her at the same time.

Alyssa gasps, but I cut the sound off by clamping my free hand over her mouth. Her body tenses as I angle my fingers just right, hitting the spot that makes her knees threaten to buckle. She grabs at my wrist, but she doesn’t try to pry my hand away from her mouth.

She uses me for stability because she’s about to lose it.

“I’m the only person you want touching you like this, aren’t I?” I murmur near her ear.

Alyssa nods fervently, her responding moan becoming muffled by my hand. She arches her back, her chest nearly pressing against mine as the pleasure contorts her body.

I bury my fingers inside of her again, feeling her tighten as her orgasm hits. My hand remains firm against her mouth as she lets out a shaky exhale through her nose.

Alyssa shudders through the pleasure, having to grip the edge of the desk behind her to keep her legs steady enough to hold her up.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, my cock throbbing at the sight of her falling apart. I wish I could hear her, but I’m sure as hell not complaining about a beautiful woman coming on my fingers.

Alyssa ends up sitting on the edge of my desk, aftershocks of bliss hitting her as she catches her breath.

I draw away from her, taking a breath as well and doing my best to get rid of my erection before anyone else can see it. I need to stop doing this at work with so many people around. Hell, I need to stop doing this at all, but something about her just makes me lose all sense of control.

She’s dangerous, and it makes me want more.

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