Page 76 of Snowed Under

“What things?” I breathe. My nipples aching for his touch as my core throbs in my panties. I watch him walk over to the door and kick it shut, locking it from the inside. He stalks back over to me with sexy hunger blazing in his eyes, wasting no time in caging me in and guiding me backward against the wall. His hips press to my body and he pins me in place, his hard cock digging into my stomach.

“You feel that?” he all but growls in my ear. The breath of his words tickling me just below my lobe.

“I feel it,” I pant as his arm reaches to the back of my head and he gently tugs my ponytail back so my chin lifts.

“You told me you longed to be pulled by the hair, and I swore I’d have my way with you in your office, so you better start undressing.”

I stareat him wide eyed. We’re really gonna do this here?

Before I can chicken out, I slide my blazer off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My hands find my own shirt buttons as I watch him let his flannel shirt drop to the ground. I hear the unzip of his pants just as I rip open my blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. His grin is unmistakable and I can’t get it off fast enough.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” he mutters. He pulls me in, glancing down at my chest and snakes one hand to cup my breast, squeezing it, tugging my nipple. Then he pulls it up so they both pop out. I do a gasp/groan combo at the friction the bra lift gives me and nearly find nirvana when he bows his head to suckle a nipple into his mouth. “I’m gonna cup these babies while you kneel on your desk, ass out, and I do you from behind. Got it,My Little Librarian?”

I moan out a response. “Oh, God, Cole.”

He chuckles against my flesh and moves to the other nipple, but pulls away after a moment to shrug his pants and boxers down to his thighs. “On the table,” he growls, letting me free for a moment so I can yank up my skirt and climb on the desk.

This is so freaking brazen, I can’t believe I’m even letting him do this.

He shuffles over to my desk, literally swiping my diary and papers out of the way. Shoving some books over to the far end, he helps me climb up. Flushing, I position myself with my ass facing him, my skirt pulled up to my hips. I think it’s going to take some time before things get easier with my shyness around him.

“Fuck,” he moans. And I know without looking at him that he’s fisting himself. “I’m gonna do you so good, baby. Then I’ll take you home to bed.”

“Please, Cole. I need it.”

I feel him press forward. His hands find my hips and he pulls me closer to him in one movement. I squeal and throw my head over my shoulder to watch him standing there, guiding the movements from the back of my desk. I feel his hand reach back down to the base of his cock and a moment later, his thick head is nudging my entrance. I open my knees a little wider as he pushes in, his other hand slides a round to cup my breast and pull my nipple. “COLE!” Groaning, I rock my head back, loving every single sensation buzzing around my body. I adore the fullness and how he stills so I can adjust.

“Yeah, you like that?” His hand finds my ponytail again, and he pulls it back, his lips grazing my neck as he pushes all the way in. I feel his length slide into my slick heat and my insides contract around him, our closeness overtaking every sense I have.

“I love it, Cole. I love you. Now, please fuck me.”

He grunts a laugh behind me as his free hand reaches around to my throbbing little bundle of nerves between my thighs. “Oh, I’m gonna do that baby and more. So much more.”

“I love you,Daddy.”

His hips hitch, as well as his labored breathing, and we both start to move in our perfect rhythm of lust and passion that has only gotten stronger between us since all the commotion of the past week. Tangled with the danger and excitement of doing this in my office, I’m ready to explode. “I love you too,My Little Librarian.”

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Cole

A week after that…

“Now come on, Marley, you better have your game face on today. Stacey or no Stacey, you can’t let a girl distract you at a time like this.”

We’re gearing up for the snowball fight and there are literally hundreds of townsfolk here, maybe more. I wasn’t joking about smashing the record for the largest snowball fight in Wyoming. This is turning out to be one of the best events Silver Pines has ever seen. Ainsley was heading the team for The Hunger Games treasure hunt this morning, while I got everything prepped for the snowball fight this afternoon.

“You know you’re gonna have a stampede of more than two hundred kids here in less than half an hour?” Travis echoes from behind as Marley and I make sure the final bunker is in place, courtesy of the hay bales from Travis’s neighbor that will be used as shields.

“We’re all organized, aren’t we, Marles?” I tap my comrade on the shoulder and Marley nods enthusiastically.

“This is going to be so much fun,” he says.

I still can’t even believe we’re even doing this, or the fact it made its way on to the annual Christmas festivity list.

“Well, if no one is too badly hurt or frozen by the end of it, there’s Carols by Candlelight tonight down by the skating rink,” Travis says.

I ribbed him all week about becoming a daddy again and keeping it from me, even though I get why he did. It’s made me believe even more that I’d love to have a kid or two some day. And I can see it in my future. The way Ainsley loves and looks after the kids that come into the library, and the fur babies, already tells me she’d be a great mom someday. The thought of her being pregnant with my kid excites me.

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