Page 31 of Snowed In with the Bosses

We groaned collectively, but it was a good-natured sound. “We’ll make you airtight.” I kissed her bare shoulder. “You want us in every hole?”

“Yes.” Her sigh was dreamy. “Can you imagine how good it would feel if all four of us came at the same time?”

14

ALEXANDER

We had to get out of this room before we fucked ourselves to death. Was it possible to die from pleasure? I’d never known sex to feel this good, so good that even coming down from the high made me giddy and ready to laugh at a moment’s notice. It was a far cry from my usual CEO badass, hard-nosed prick.

I kind of liked that Clara brought out this side of me. Grinning, I pulled her tight to my side and rested my head on top of hers. Even fully blissed-out on sex, she kept talking about next time.

Next time. My eyes shuttered closed. There could only be so many “next times” before we ran out of time. Office romances were not strictly forbidden, but when I looked at our situation, it spelled disaster. Clara was a decade younger than all of us. She was a junior architect while we were all her superiors. And Harrington. Fuck. Harrington’s project was one of the biggest we’d ever landed. He’d never take us seriously as a company if he discovered we were all having sex with our employee.

Why did I have to think about this when Clara looked at me with that perfect smile that said she was tempted to climb into my lap and have the promised full-on foursome?

Her stomach growled, and mine answered, followed by Ethan’s and Liam’s.

I inched Clara into my lap and hugged her tight enough to make her laugh. “Sounds like we should get some real food.” We’d gotten distracted by the game and left our snacks on the table.

Clara shivered and the brush of goosebumps on her skin drove me to my feet. I lifted her up as I stood and grabbed the blanket she’d slept beneath last night.

“I’ll get the meals started.” Liam headed to the table where Ethan and I left the self-heating meals and began tearing open packages. “Looks like there are a few different kinds. Anyone not fond of chicken and dumplings or chicken teriyaki with rice?”

“Fix all of them.” I settled back on the couch with Clara on my lap, the blanket spread over her shoulders and our mingled body heat creating a cocoon of warmth. I kissed the tip of her nose. “We’ll need to keep our energy up.”

“Mmm. I like the sound of that.” She nestled into my chest and curled her hands beneath her chin. “How much longer do you think we’ll be here?”

I wrestled with the right answer. I wished we could stay here in our sex cave forever, but reality waited on the other side of this storm. “I’m not sure.” Contentment wrapped around me, easing the pinch of pain in my heart. Sitting here holding Clara soothed aches I’d forgotten I carried.

“Thank God for technology. Can you imagine living off crackers and wine until this is over?” Liam waved the packages toward Ethan, who remained on the couch, still lost in memories of his time with Clara.

I couldn’t blame the man. She’d given him one hell of a blow job. It had made me hard again just watching her take him down. Holding her was enough for now, especially with the promise of what she wanted next time.

“How’s your mom?” I’d meant to ask earlier, but again, the game distracted me, taking away all my good sense.

Clara rubbed the blanket back and forth over the tip of her nose. She stayed relaxed in my arms, but a sudden shift in the air brought me up short. “She’s okay. As good as she can be.”

“Is there anything we can do?” I didn’t know where the question came from, but Clara tucked her head beneath my chin and cuddled closer, as though the question had answered something she’d needed to know. We were all worried when we first heard about her mom, and she’d taken a long leave of absence.

Clara pinched the blanket between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing it back and forth over her chin. “She just needs time to recover. It’s been hard on her. Chemo is a bitch.”

I tightened my hold around her waist, hating that while she talked about her mom, I kept thinking about how right she felt in my arms. I concentrated on her words and rubbed a hand up and down her spine. “You can tell us if you need something.” I locked eyes with Ethan.

Liam nodded from my peripheral vision.

This might have started as sex. No. It had been more than that from the beginning. Clara was not the “just sex” kind of woman. She had a depth and uniqueness to her. Yes, she’d intrigued us from the beginning, and I’d wanted to fuck her right there on the restaurant table like a man possessed. Yes, she made me wild with sexual fantasies. But she’d gotten into my heart from the beginning too.

“Thanks.” Clara sniffled quietly, her body limp and comfortable in my lap. “It’s nice of you to offer.” She almostsounded like she expected us to renege if she ever really did need us.

Her words about promises and actions came back to me. We’d prove to her that we made good on our promises. I demanded perfection from our company and our employees, as well as myself. My word was more than my bond, it was my reputation that I staked everything on. Clara didn’t know any of us well enough to understand. She required proof that only time would offer.

“Let’s eat.” Liam pulled a chair out from the table and motioned us over with a jerk of his head.

I kept Clara in my arms as I stood and walked over. She made a tiny huffing sound. “You don’t have to carry me everywhere.”

“I know.” I tightened my grip. “I like it.”

That shut her up with a snap of her teeth.

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