Page 67 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

There was no risk of confusing this special time for regular life.

Benjamin Silver was fascinated...with her.

Swallowing, she said, “Fantastic, I’ll change into them now.”

She turned reluctantly away from him, finding a private alcove in the room to change.

Along the way she found fresh underthings and was again grateful to whomever was responsible for stocking Benjamin’s guest quarters.

They had made love again in bed, then again in his shower after that before breakfast, so while her sensitized skin remained alive and quick to fire, she felt clean.

Fresh clothes that cuddled every inch they covered in fabrics she couldn’t usually afford almost turned her into a new woman.

She purred at the sensation, and he called from the doorway. “Is that an invitation?”

Flushing all over again, she laughed.

He was insatiable, and she was grateful. She was, too. As she was also acutely aware of how temporary it all had to be.

All of it would blow away with the storm.

The thought was a faint chill in the warmth of the moment, and she pushed it aside, crossing the room to him to take his hand in hers and smile up at him.

Bringing his hand to her chin, he angled her face more openly toward his and took her lips, kissing her deep and lingeringly before pulling back. “It was. You look beautiful and feel even better. The clothes are nice, too.”

Eyes closed, she smiled up at him feeling his regard like the sun on her face.

Then she let her lids flutter up and dived into the beautiful blue of his.

“Nice? You’re going to have to drag me out of this room kicking and screaming,” she teased.

Laughing at that, he easily led her out of the room and down the hallway toward the east wing, where the ice-skating rink lay.

Window after huge window they passed showed that the storm continued on outside as fiercely as it had from the start, and squeezing his hand that held hers, Miri was grateful.

The only fear she felt now in the face of it was that it would end before she was ready.

Benjamin’s ice-skating rink was the kind of romantic dream that could have been in a movie. Miri gasped when he opened the door to reveal a room of structured blond wood and massive picture windows, a gray stone fireplace—of course—all surrounding a pristine expanse of ice.

Because the storm continued, all that could be seen through the wall of exterior-faced windows was bright white, but it only highlighted how serene and cozy his private rink was.

The interior wall and ceiling were constructed of long straight planks of the same warm blond wood, almost like a sauna, while the far wall entirely comprised gray stonework with a large floating fireplace at its center.

A seating area was set up in front of the fire, but for the most part, the room was ice rink.

It was all so beautiful that Miri couldn’t work herself up about the fact that she’d never ice-skated before in her life.

“Let’s get you some skates,” he said, almost in response to her thoughts.

“I’ve never skated,” she admitted, even as she still smiled at the room around them,

“I figured when you said you’d never been to a rink,” he said with a charming one-sided grin. “Have you ever roller-skated or Rollerbladed?” he asked.

Nodding, she said, “Both, avidly.”

“You’ll get the hang of it then.”

And as she suspected was the case too often, he was right.

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