Page 6 of Stranded for Christmas with my Boss

My heartbeat quickens at the thought, but I focus on my first, and possibly last, task of my job and beeline to Jensen’s office. Since I barely know the guy, I feel weird going through his desk, but I eventually find a sticky note with the influencer’s name and number written down in neat, black handwriting.

The last assistant must’ve written it down for him. How long did she last here?

I dial Violet’s number and press my phone against my ear, reciting a quick message in my mind before she picks up. I give her the best apology that I can think of, but pretty much anyone would be understanding and sympathetic when they hear that someone got stuck in an elevator.

By the time I hang up, I hear approaching footsteps in the near distance, my heart rate spiking. That can only be one person. I raise my eyes to the door just as Jensen steps into his office.

“I sent everyone home for the day,” Jensen tells me as he reaches up to undo the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing just a bit more of his strong chest.

“Oh, really?” I ask him as I straighten up, attempting to keep my voice steady. It’s hard when he gazes at me like I’m prey to corner and catch, though. My hands press against the cold wood of his desk behind me, bracing myself as he shuts the door behind him.

“Today has been eventful enough,” he states as he takes a few steps closer, each one making my heart pound harder and harder. “You can go ahead and leave too. Unless you want to stay.”

My mouth goes dry, making it that much harder to speak. “I…stay?”

Jensen shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it on a nearby lounge chair. “Stay and finish what we started.”

My legs weaken, feeling as sturdy as Jell-O as he approaches me. I should tell him how wrong this is and leave. Hell, maybe I should just quit on the spot and flee.

Those are the correct things to do in a situation like this, right?

But why are they the last things that I want to do right now?

Jensen stops a few feet away from me, tilting his head at me in a way that makes heat seep lower and lower down my body. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

His demand makes my stomach flutter, and it doesn’t take much more than that to coax what he wants to hear from my lips. “You.”

“Then, come here.”

I close the distance between us so that he can sweep me into another breathtaking kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck just as he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me to carry me over to his desk.

Pens and papers hit the ground around us, but Jensen doesn’t seem to care in the slightest that we’re messing up his neat desk. He’s only focused on burying his face in my neck and untucking my blouse. His lips caress the most sensitive spots on my throat and neck, his stubble grazing my skin to make me writhe against him.

Jensen groans as my thighs tighten around his waist, his hardening cock pressing against the thin material of my panties just under my skirt as it bunches around my waist. He tugs my blouse off, his hands roaming over my hips and sides as he kisses around my collarbones and the swell of my breasts that my white bra doesn’t cover.

My head warms and swims as I fall into the sensation of his touch roaming over my entire body. I’ll admit that a part of me previously worried that he would be the selfish type in bed, but he hasn’t even tried to take off any of his other clothes. He hasn’t pushed me onto my knees or bent me over the desk.

He is far too entranced by my body. That’s the sexiest thing I have ever experienced.

“You look so sexy in this skirt,” Jensen tells me as he squeezes my hips appreciatively, coaxing a blush to light up my face. “Now, that is sexy too.”

I give him a confused look.

Jensen smirks and cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over the flushed skin. “When you blush for me.”

Oh, boy. If I wasn’t already a puddle, I am now. My fingers rest on the edge of his belt as I give him a pleading look. “I want you so badly.”

I barely recognize my own voice as it comes out in a sultry whisper. A desperate beg. He has brought me to this point of blinding arousal.

Jensen leans closer to me. “If you can be patient enough…”

That’s rich coming from Mr. Impatient, but I don’t get the words out before he unclasps my bra and covers one of my hard nipples with his mouth. A weak moan rumbles in my throat as he sucks and licks, making my fingers dive into his hair.

Jensen reaches under my skirt and tugs off my panties, his hand immediately returning between my thighs so that he can run two fingers through my folds. His fingertips seek out my clit and rub steady circles, making my back arch as pleasure surges through me. “You’re already soaked for me.”

I gasp as his teeth graze my other nipple, a dash of pain mingling with an abundance of pleasure. My hands move to the front of his shirt, managing to undo every button until it’s completely loose around his fit body.

Jensen rolls his shoulders back, letting his shirt fall to the ground before returning his hand between my thighs. His fingers drift from my clit to my entrance, slowly sinking inside of me. He groans at the feeling and thrusts two of his fingers in and out of me. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”

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