Page 61 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

Running his hands along her shoulders, he caressed her arms—strong, soft and supple—before cupping her breasts to rub his thumbs along the lace-edge of the half cup. The contrast of her incredible skin against the rough delicacy of the lace sent charged signals up and down his arms but was nothing compared to the jolt he felt every time he crossed over the pebbled treasure of her nipples.

She moaned, her hips rolling on him with each pass, heat pulsing at the center of her.

He had all the money he could dream of, but that meant nothing.

Real power was the capacity to make Miri moan—to bring her to such a state of abandon that she forswore the rules and set them both free.

Unable to stop, he caressed her breasts to the increasing volume of her cries, each one leaving him harder than the last, until he could take it no more, reaching for the fabric belt at her waist.

He made quick work of the knot, flinging the robe away once untied, and beheld the treasure that had lain beneath.

Her panties were lace, the same cornflower blue as her bra, low-cut and stretched across the plane of her abdomen.

Naked but for the faintly transparent blue lace she wore, the reality of Miri surpassed even the fantasies she had already inspired in his mind.

She was shapely and long-limbed, buxom to the perfection of the word, and had miles of beautiful, soft brown skin that begged to be kissed and caressed.

He could have spent an eternity devouring her with his eyes alone, but he did not have an eternity.

He had only until the storm passed to savor her, perhaps only now.

Her head thrown back, eyes closed, as his hands worked their magic, she was everything erotic and sensual he could want. He did not want it to end.

Who knew when they would come to their senses?

If he was half as good as he thought he was, it wouldn’t be any time soon.

He would happily drive her out of her mind with pleasure if madness was the only thing keeping reason at bay.

Their bodies pressed together on the couch once more, but tonight it was no longer enough, not for what he wanted to do to her.

Sitting up, he caught her lips again, wrapping an arm around her waist and back, reveling in the press of her skin against his in the process.

Had he ever felt something so soft and begging to be touched?

He had, he realized, but only because he had enjoyed the pleasure of her breasts.

She was the softest material in the known universe, and for better or worse, he knew that now.

Continuing to kiss her, he let his hands slide farther, slipping beneath her thighs to grip her ass as he lifted them both from the couch.

Her arms tightened around him, and she gasped into their kiss but did not break it as he carried her around the marble table to lay her on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire.

He released her lips reluctantly, and even then, only in order to look at her lying beneath him.

He had pictured her like this while he’d been alone in his bed.

Once again, the reality put his mental images to shame.

Her lips were slightly parted, plump and vibrant with their kiss, as sure a sign of her arousal as was the writhing of her body and the roaming exploration of her hands.

He shuddered as she ran the cool silk skin of her inner thighs along his flanks, her breath catching and sighing at the contrast in their textures—hers smooth and soft whereas he was rough and hard.

The satiny caresses were a glorious preview of what it would feel like to have her legs wrapped around him, but not what he wanted most from her now.

Before that, before he slid inside her and appeased the pressing demand of the beat throbbing low in his abdomen, he wanted to see her free from the frame of her lovely blue lace lingerie.

And before he lost himself inside her, he wanted to taste her, to thrill her, to bring her to the precipice and over, more than once.

He wanted to hear his name on her lips, his first name, husky and thick and desperate. He wanted her to lose herself, to break apart, losing every shred of her incredible control as she did.

He wanted to make sure she never regretted letting the rules that governed them remain outside of the storm, outside of this moment.

Opening her eyes, her amber orbs glowed up at him like bright burning embers in a fire. Her hair was fanned out around her, long and wavy and black, and her lips glistened.

She was phenomenal, and he wanted more.

Leaning down to capture her lips once more, he indulged.

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