Page 51 of Stranded for Christmas with my Boss

“Can’t get enough of this,” Jensen breathes out as he grabs my hips, helping me bounce on his lap. His cock thrusts in andout of me, going deeper and deeper as our movements quicken. “Can’t get enough of you.”

The heat of the fire is no match for the heat radiating off our moving bodies. We grind, rock, and collide, expressing everything that words can’t. No wonder I almost feel overwhelmed.

We feelsomuch. So many unspoken words. So many feelings we hide behind fear.

But when we’re wrapped up together like this with nothing separating us, there is nothing to hide. Nothing to fear.

It’s just us in our own little world. A place I wouldn’t mind staying in for quite a while.

“Jensen,” I whimper as tension builds low in my stomach, my orgasm already starting to creep up on me. My hands move to his shoulders, giving me more stability to move on top of him. His cocks drives deeper and harder inside of me, leaving me on the verge of breathlessness.

“I can feel you, baby,” Jensen says, his lips moving near my ear. “I’m going to make you fall apart. I’m going to make youmine.”

“Please,” I gasp out as his hands grab my thighs.

Jensen buries his face in my neck, his hands moving to my ass. He holds me tightly, thrusting up into me and making me see stars.

A broken moan rings from me as he pounds into me, undoing me string by string, until I completely unravel on his lap. Pleasure ripples through me, exploding from within and reducing me to trembling.

Jensen slams me down on his cock one more time before spilling inside of me, his grunt muffled in my neck. His hands slide up my back, anchoring my shaky body against his as we gasp for breath.

As the aftershocks crackle through my body, I slump against him, my remaining energy after this crazy day finally fading away. I close my eyes, my arms draping around his neck as he rubs my back. “That was perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” Jensen murmurs as he kisses my shoulder. “You’re everything I want. Even if I didn’t realize it until I met you.”

I smile to myself and listen to his steady breaths, my body growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. I don’t know what tomorrow holds for us, but as long as I can lose myself in his arms like this, I’m ready for anything.

Anything at all.

Chapter twenty-four

Jensen

Christmas Eve brings a tumble of white snow along with it, the morning sunlight making the snow-packed ground glisten. The trees dotting the Catskills are more white than green at this point, a steady wind making them shudder like they’re freezing. If we weren’t stuck so far from home, this would be the perfect holiday weather.

“It’s slowing down, right? It doesn’t seem to be snowing as heavily as yesterday,” Alyssa says as she paces behind me while I gaze out of one of the windows facing the front of the cabin.

Her anxiety radiates off her in waves, making me a little more uneasy than I already am. The snowfall and the wind aren’t the things concerning me now. What makes my stomach tighten with nervousness is how much snow is still on the ground.

“Yeah, it’s not snowing as much. Even the wind has died down for the most part.” I turn and face Alyssa, who stops her pacing to give me a worried look. The last thing I want is for her Christmas Eve to be even worse, so I’m determined to figure out a solution for tomorrow.

One look at the conditions outside is enough to tell us that we’re not going anywhere today. I glance back at the snow-covered ground, feeling a wave of frustration rise within me. I hate this feeling—this helplessness. There’s always been a part of me that takes pride in finding solutions, in not letting the unexpected derail my plans. But now? I’m stuck, unable to fix this. I imagine Holly’s face, the way Oliver’s eyes light up whenever we set up for Christmas, and the knot in my stomach tightens. I can't stand the idea of letting them down. Or Alyssa. She deserves a magical Christmas, not this cold confinement.

“We’ll keep an eye on the storm. I promise I’ll figure something out,” I assure her, but even as I say the words, I feel the weight of the promise settling on my shoulders.

Alyssa steps up to me and sighs, leaning forward to press her forehead against my chest. I don’t like seeing her this deflated. “I don’t want to miss Christmas. I was supposed to bake cookies with my mom tonight. We always do that every year.”

I frown and place my hand on the back of her head, cradling her close. “We might still make it back in time. We just need to keep watching the storm.”

Alyssa groans and resorts to burying her whole face against my button-down shirt. “I’m hoping for the best.”

I can just barely make out her muffled words, but I get the gist. All we can do is wait, and that’s torturous.

Alyssa suddenly lifts her head as her eyes widen. “Oh, damn it. What about Mila? We need to figure out a date to meet with her after Christmas.”

Honestly, I’m not even worried about the whole influencer thing at this point. It’ll be great for business, but I have a much more dire situation on my hands. We might miss Christmas with our families!

I promised Holly that I would make sure Oliver had a great Christmas this year, especially after having such a tough startto this school year. We were going to decorate the house some more, wrap presents, and stage a welcome scene for Santa with cookies and milk by the tree.

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