Page 23 of Snowed In with the Bosses

“I never want this day to end.” She raised her hands behind her head and pressed her palms into Ethan’s cheeks. “You’ve ruined me for sex. I’ll never be the same after this.”

Neither would we.

“I can’t hold on.” Her face transformed into one so full of pleasure that it made my heart ache. “Fuck me that feels good. I’m going to pass out if it gets any better.”

Ethan and Liam took that as a challenge and pumped faster, matching their tempo until they pounded into her simultaneously. Clara’s body surged over them, and even from midway across the room I saw her pussy clench.

A strangled sound left Ethan. “Damn this ass.” He tightened his grip on her hips and plundered her ass like a pirate in a treasure chest. “I’m going to come so hard in your ass, Clara.”

“Come in me, Ethan.” Her head fell to the side, her eyes meeting mine. “I want all of you to come inside me.”

“Fuck.” Liam’s pace increased, drawing out that scream we’d all come to love. It shot through me harder than an electric current, twitching my cock and curling my toes in the carpet. Much more of this and I’d be ready for another round.

I’d never known watching my best friends fuck a woman right after I’d finished in her would excite me so much. It wasn’t them as much as it was seeing her pleasure that gave me joy. She bloomed beneath our attention, bringing her to the center of our world. Nothing else mattered except pleasing her and hearing her come with our names on her lips.

A collective sigh drifted through the room as we all came down from the collective high of an epic sexual encounter.

Clara kissed Liam, then raised her head for a kiss from Ethan. She grinned over at me. “I guess we should get some work done today.”

“I’m happy to stay right here.” Liam rolled his hips. “We can keep you going until we’re ready again.”

“I would love to.” She brushed hair back from Liam’s face. “But we can’t let this interfere with finishing Harrington’s project.”

“The backup generators are on, so we can run a few of the computers.” I gathered up my clothes and stood to slide my feet into my pants.

Liam let out a good-natured snarl. “We’re snowed in during a blizzard. Surely we can give ourselves a snow day.” He wiggled his eyebrows and withdrew from Clara.

Ethan helped her sit up and slide off his cock. “Sure. Take a snow day while we’re trapped in the office. Next you’ll ask if we can go outside and have a snowball fight.”

“Can we?” Clara rubbed her hands up and down her arms, goosebumps prickling her skin. “Then again, maybe I’ll wait until I have the proper clothes. I’d rather not have frostbite.”

Two hours later,we’d almost finished all our work. I’d called everyone I knew or thought would pick up the phone, all with the same result. No one could get out in the snow. A few had tried to get out earlier to get to the store for supplies, and every last one of them had been forced to go back.

We were well and truly stuck in the office until help arrived or the storm abated. A tiny spark of frustration burned low in my gut. I hated being locked in, penned in by the situation. Even though I’d enjoyed every minute with Clara, Ethan, and Liam, knowing I couldn’t leave set my nerves on high alert.

Liam tapped his stylus on the tablet where he worked, his brows low over his eyes. Every now and then, he glanced over at Clara, who’d dressed and had another cup of coffee before settling in to work. Ethan’s computer played one of his playlists, the soft music working wonders on my tense muscles. “Latest news report says the storm is still going. Less intense but snow’sfalling at a remarkable rate and the windchill has dropped further.” I closed my laptop and rubbed my eyes.

“Great.” Liam almost looked like he meant it. He probably did. Despite the severity of the situation, he managed to find a bright spot and treated the whole thing like a sleepover. At least he’d finished his work between bouts of staring toward the snowy windows.

Stomachs grumbled from around the table. I pushed back and stood to stretch, arching my arms over my head and leaning side to side. “I’ll call Harrington and find out about the meeting. Any luck getting through to anyone, Ethan?”

“None.” Ethan returned his phone to his pocket. “All the emergency numbers say that everyone needs to continue to stay inside. It’s eleven now. The last message said the roads are still impassable and the snow’s keeping even the emergency crews pinned down except in extreme circumstances.”

Logical and expected. The last time we had a storm even remotely like this, I was stuck at home for two days. “Looks like we’re stuck here until help comes.” I dialed Harrington’s number, and the man picked up on the first ring. “Any news on the city council meeting?”

“Canceled.” Harrington’s gruff voice sounded relieved.

No wonder. I eyed the table, almost feeling like we’d done all this work for nothing. Not nothing, I reminded myself with a tight grip on my phone. We were ahead of the game and could use the upcoming hours to fine-tune the proposal and plans. “Great. Thanks.” I ended the call and pocketed my phone. “Good news.” I forced out a smile that turned more genuine by the second. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“Yes.” Liam fist-pumped the air. He shot a look at me and frowned. “I mean, oh no. How terrible.”

Clara snorted out a laugh before shaking her head. “I’m with Liam. This isn’t a terrible way to spend the day.” A tiny line appeared between her eyes. “I do worry about Mom though.”

“Why don’t you call her again? Since we’re stuck here a while longer, I’ll go find the rest of the emergency supplies.”

“I’ll come with you.” Ethan stood and cracked his knuckles. “I need to get out of this room for a bit.”

So we were both feeling a bit claustrophobic. Not surprising since we were used to being men of action, men who were not locked down by external forces.

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