Page 38 of Snowed In with the Bosses

“I have a thing for you.” My hand drifted down to the band of her pants and slid beneath her panties. “You’re soaked, Clara. And I’m hungry.”

Her eyes went dark and delicious. “You have to share.” She cut a sharp look at my cock. “I need an appetizer.”

“Is that all?” I walked her backward around the counter and fished the whipped cream canister from the refrigerator. “I could give you a whole meal.”

“Oh, you will.” She took the can from me and held it up to her mouth, shooting a dollop onto her tongue.

I chased her lips, the sweetness of whipped cream on my tongue threatening to drive me crazy. Her free hand dipped into my pants and wrapped around my cock. She tugged when I broke off the kiss and took the canister from her. “My turn.” Her shirt went first. I removed it in seconds and tossed it over my head. “I’m going to start here.” I unclasped her bra and let it fall. Her nipples peaked, then tightened further when I placed the first dollop of whipped cream around the areola.

Her moan of pleasure spurred me forward to trace the line of sweetness around her nipple before tugging it into my mouth. She palmed the back of my head and squeezed my cock. “I was beginning to think I’d imagined how good you make me feel.”

The words pummeled through me. I’d make sure she never forgot again. If I had to spend the rest of my life reminding her, I would do so willingly.

17

CLARA

Liam’s lips scorched a trail across my nipples. I knotted my hands in his hair, my mind finally free from the mental load that one text had placed on me. I’d needed a distraction. Liam kissed his way up the center of my chest and claimed my lips. I could drown here, with him, with all of them. I craved the chance to let go and surrender all my worries.

“I need your clothes off, Clara.” Liam worked my pants down over my hips, then removed his own.

I kicked them off and followed his lead when he walked me backward to the counter. Cold granite pressed into my ass, the shock of it forcing out a gasp. Liam groaned into my mouth and deepened the kiss. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing. He slid a hand between my legs and I shivered when he swept the tray of dough aside and lifted me onto the counter.

I squeaked a protest. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the fuck out of this.” He nudged my knees apart. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream for me.”

My body trembled at the thought as excitement shot through me. I leaned back on my palms and watched Liam squirt a lineof whipped cream along my thigh. His devious smirk widened when he painted an arrow on my skin that pointed at my clit.

One minute, I had hold of my senses. The next, he licked up the whipped cream and buried his head between my legs, the sudden shock of his mouth spiking pleasure through me so fast I could do nothing but feel every lick and thrust. Time stopped. Nothing mattered except the next stroke of his tongue along my clit and the pressure of his fingers teasing my pussy.

Alexander walked into the kitchen at the same time Liam thrust his tongue into my clit. I arched off the counter, my body pulsing with every touch. “Liam.” My head fell back as he moved his lips to my inner thigh. Before I lost momentum from the pleasure, he licked me before stiffening his tongue and fucking my pussy with it.

I came apart with a shattering so profound it left me speechless, breathless, and somehow aching for more. I couldn’t scream his name. My body locked onto the pleasure and held me hostage to the explosions echoing out from my center.

“Breathe, Clara.” Alexander palmed the side of my neck and lifted my chin. Blue eyes dark with desire, his gaze raked over me.

I smiled up at him, the grin goofy with my pleasure and the feel of Liam’s tongue thrusting in and out as I tightened around him. “Where’s Ethan?”

“He went home.” Alexander’s thumb swept over my lips, gathering up a dollop of whipped cream. He leaned forward and licked it off his thumb.

His lips were close enough to kiss, but I bit my lip, another wave peaking. With Alexander watching me, I dragged in a breath. Liam’s name hovered on my lips as I came on his tongue.

He stood without a word, nodded once at Alexander, and sheathed his cock inside me with a thrust so powerful it lifted me off the counter.

“Holy shit, Liam.” His cock stretched me, completing me, even as I held onto Alexander’s neck.

“That’s right. Ride my cock.” He retreated to the tip, then slammed into me a second time.

My body melted into the strokes. His cock plundered my pussy, each thrust coming harder, faster, until I gasped his name over and over again.

Alexander braced me for a better angle, his gentle murmuring in my ear encouraging me. “You look so good when you’re getting fucked. Your beauty makes me hard, Clara. I want to claim you and watch you come for me the way you come for Liam.”

Take me. The words were in my mouth but refused to leave. Liam widened his stance and drove deeper. Stars burst in my vision, the pleasure so intense I thought I’d pass out from it, only to realize that Alexander had every intention of taking me next. There was no escape from the coils of tension seizing my pussy and locking me onto Liam’s dick as my entire being shattered.

“That’s it.” Liam’s grin turned victorious. “That’s what I needed to feel.” He pistoned into me, his muscles standing out in stark relief on his arms and abs. He gripped my hips and dragged me closer, until my ass barely sat on the edge of the counter. “I never want this to end. I would live here, fucking you every second of every day. You feel so damned good.” He leaned into the thrusts. “But I have to come. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Do it,” I begged with my words, my hands, my body. “I need to feel you come.”

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