Page 63 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

Seated this way, the center of her weighted and stacked atop his, she could easily feel the steel of him through the layers of clothing that still separated them.

He kissed her neck, his hand in her hair angling her head for access, and she moaned.

His hand at her back released the clasp of her bra, sending the straps sliding over her shoulders.

Drawing back slowly, he watched hungrily as the bra fell away to reveal her breasts.

Heat flushed her chest beneath the blue flame of his gaze.

Then, once again, he devoured.

Without the thin barrier of her brassiere between the heat of his mouth and the skin of his breast, she was sure she must be burning.

Heat flared throughout her system again, rising fierce and hot from the embers of her orgasm, and she writhed on his lap while he acquainted himself with her bare breasts.

Until it was no longer enough.

He moved beneath her dexterously, drawing her forward onto her hands and knees now while he knelt in front of her.

She looked up at him, her eyes traveling up his still-clothed form, slowing when they reached the rigid outline of him through his pants before making their way up to his.

He groaned when they did, his hand coming to rake into her hair, cupping the side of her head and gripping for a moment before releasing with an exhale.

“Turn around,” he rasped, and she obeyed, though she had never been so exposed to another person before.

He brought his palms to her hips and gripped strong before raking his fingers up to the hemline of her panties to pull them down and over the curve of her ass, feeling as he went.

Abandoning the fabric as soon as he had revealed all of her, his palm once again came to cup her mound. As if she had not already detonated once from the way he touched her, her body wound up again, tensing and thrumming as the movement of his fingers along the edges of her goaded her higher.

Breath abandoned her when his fingers slipped inside of her.

Behind her, he let out a strained moan. “Damn it, Miri, I can’t wait anymore. I have to be inside you.”

His fingers working steady magic, all she could do was moan and gasp and nod.

Keeping steady hold of her with one hand, his movements took on a new urgency as he freed himself with the other.

The quick clinking of his belt releasing, and the crinkle of the condom wrapper echoed around her, and then she felt him, hot—so incredibly hot—and hard and silken at her entrance.

“Benjamin,” she gasped his name, the entirety of her focus zooming in to the place where they touched.

“Be still now, Miri,” he commanded, his body poised to plunder yet restrained. “It’d be so easy to slide inside you right now, we both know it, but we’re not ready.”

Miri tried to listen, tried to behave, and yet still her hips angled back, winding toward greater closeness.

“Naughty Miri,” he chastised her softly, his voice low and sexier than she’d ever heard. “I’ll forgive you this time, though,” he added, guiding her hips where he wanted them with both hands now.

They no longer merely touched, surface to surface, but joined as he pressed into her and held.

“Are you ready, Miri?”

“I’ll die if you don’t,” she choked, and behind her he chuckled low.

And then he was sliding into her and her whole body was shuddering.

He cursed, his voice strained, even as he went slowly, allowing her body time to accommodate him.

It was unlike any sensation she had ever had, stretching, tight, and filling her, even as it somehow made her realize what she had been missing this whole time.

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