Snowed in with my Boss

by Mia Madison

  Hot chocolate.

  I took a sip, moaning at the taste. I was half-way finished with the glass when I looked back to the floor and spotted a candy bar sitting two feet away.

  I plucked it from the floor, following the trail and collecting another chocolate bar and a cup of mousse before finally looking up at the coffee table.

  It was covered in food. Not traditional dinner foods, but chocolate. Cookies, candies, brownies, pudding—everything was arranged around a large chocolate cake with something written on it in white frosting.

  Please forgive me.

  Such a simple request, yet one I couldn’t grant without talking to him first. My stomach growled in response to the ridiculous amount of chocolate, but I ignored it in favor of rushing to the front door to grab my coat.

  I was done being a coward. I needed to talk to Adam immediately.

  “You don’t need that.”

  I jumped, the coat falling from my hands to the floor as I spun on my heel. Adam stepped out from the shadows of the kitchen with a small smile.

  “I was going to get you.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’re done avoiding me?”

  “I guess so,” I said, shifting my weight around on my feet as I tried to figure out where to begin. “I’m sorry. For acting so childish about this whole thing.”

  “Given the unique circumstances, your reaction could have been much worse than avoiding me for a day. You handled it the way you felt was best.”

  “Well, thank you. For letting me avoid you so I could think. I really do appreciate it.”

  Adam took a few steps closer and I saw his face thanks to the light from the fireplace. He had a dusting of five o’clock shadow all over his jaw, reminding me that he never came in to get his razor this morning. It wouldn’t have done much good regardless since there wasn’t a mirror in the half bath that branched off from the kitchen.

  “Before you tell me what you thought about today, I hope you know that I arranged this with the best of intentions. I wasn’t luring you here to fuck you and act like it never happened when we got back to the city.”

  “Then why?”

  “I could have just asked you on a date, I know. But… I’m kind of glad I did it this way.” Adam stopped, running his hand through his hair as he fought to get past his obvious discomfort. “You know how my father is. I couldn’t… I couldn’t bring myself to act like him. By doing this, I got the chance to interact with you as myself instead of as your boss before anything happened.”

  A part of me was still angry at being lied to, yet I could understand his point. Because the fact of the matter was…

  “If you had told me the truth from the start, I would have thought you were messing with me and none of this would have ever happened,” I said, more to myself than to him. My gaze snapped to his and I steeled myself for his response as I asked, “So was this real?”

  Adam nodded. “Everything except wanting the work files. That was the only lie.”

  “Where do we go from here?”

  “That’s really up to you.”

  “If I decided to forgive you, what would happen next?”

  Adam grinned as he said, “I’d like to continue our time together like it was before yesterday, only with you as my official girlfriend. Oh, and with you wearing this.”

  He moved into the kitchen and came back with the blue box containing the diamond necklace. Adam looked more nervous than I’d ever seen him as he held the box up, begging me with his eyes to take it.

  “You have a lot of demands,” I said, unable to stop myself from keeping him on edge for just a bit longer even though I’d already made a decision. “What do I get in return?”

  “A very sexy, very rich man as your doting boyfriend… and all the chocolate your heart desires.”

  “Sold!” I exclaimed, reaching for the box with a smile.

  He pulled it away, grinning back at me as he opened the box and undid the clasp, holding it at each end as he whispered, “Let me.”

  I raised my hair and spun around, looking down at the necklace as he placed it against my collarbone. His fingers lightly caressed my neck as he hooked it and lingered there after it was done.

  His palm cupped my chin, turning me back to face him. Adam stared at the necklace for a moment with a sappy smile before his eyes came up to lock with mine.

  “Thank you for giving me another chance,” he said softly. “I don’t know how I would’ve handled it if you said you were done with me.”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you, Adam,” I said honestly, watching his eyes widen with surprise. In the spirit of being completely honest, I forced myself to say what had been on my mind for the past few days. “I might be falling in love with you.”

  Adam sucked in a breath and lifted me off the floor, smashing our lips together in an intense kiss that made me breathless almost immediately. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back.

  Not when I could feel the way he felt about me in that kiss. Even with my eyes shut, I could feel tears beginning to form.

  He’s falling for me, too. He’s the one.

  I knew it, but it was even better when he pulled away, his eyes glittering with joy as he said, “I’m falling for you, too. Hell, I might have already fallen. I don’t know—I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

  “I’m right there with you.”

  He kissed me softly before setting me back on my feet and leading me to the couch. I resisted when he tugged my arm, pouting at his look of confusion.

  “You’re just going to kiss me like that and not take me to bed?”

  With a growl, Adam dragged me down to his lap.

  “Don’t worry, I plan to make love to you all night. But first, I’d like you to taste some of the things I made for you.”

  My hunger for food was the last thing on my mind. With a thoughtful hum, I grabbed the chocolate mousse and turned back to him.

  “I bet this would taste delicious being licked directly from your cock.”

  He blinked, totally unprepared for that. After a few short seconds of that stumped expression, he shook his head and smiled.

  “You’re an insatiable one, aren’t you?” he asked with a fond chuckle, reaching for the spoon and scooping up a bit before leading it to my lips. “I was right. I have already fallen for you.”

  I swallowed the delectable chocolate, savoring the taste for a moment before I said, “Now you definitely have to take me to bed.”

  “Do I?”

  “That’s what a doting boyfriend would do.”

  “Point taken.”

  He plucked the cup from my hand and placed it back on the table, carrying me to his bedroom like I weighed nothing.

  By the time we were done, half of the food was melted by the heat coming from the fireplace.

  It was worth it.

  Adam

  Six months later…

  My fingers paused over the keyboard when I recognized the sound of heels clicking in the hallway. The work day was already over and everyone had gone home, which meant there was only one person it could be.

  “Good afternoon, Kayla,” I greeted with a smirk when she appeared in the doorway, a thick file tucked under her arm.

  “Mr. Reynolds,” she replied with a clipped tone. “I wanted to drop off the Frederick file so you wouldn’t be delayed in starting it on Monday.”

  “That’s very thoughtful. Please, come in,” I said, waving her toward me as I pushed the keyboard under my desk. Once the door clicked shut, I gestured in front of me and said, “Have a seat.”

  Kayla hesitated, shaking her head.

  “I won’t be staying long, sir. I need to get home.”

  “Hot date?”

  Her lips quirked a fraction before she stifled the reaction.

  “Something like that.”

  I reached out to take the file, surprised when she walked around my desk. I wasn’t sure what she was playing at, bu
t I leaned back in my chair, more than willing to find out.

  “There’s one section in here that I think you should focus on first. I wanted to point it out before you—oof!”

  Kayla stumbled on her heels and I instinctively reached out to steady her, but not before she dropped the folder and spilled papers all over the floor.

  “You all right?” I asked, glancing up at her wide eyes.

  “Yeah. Whoa,” she breathed out in surprise and relief, clutching her hand to her heart. “This is why women bring flats to work. Wearing these all day is a recipe for disaster.”

  “Sit down, princess,” I said, breaking character for whatever little game she was playing by turning my chair to offer her my lap. “Did you twist your ankle?”

  Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment and she brushed nonexistent wrinkles out of her skirt and shook her head.

  “I’m fine. Just a little embarrassed. Gosh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Reynolds.”

  I was about to ask what she was sorry for when she dropped to her knees and started gathering up the files with shaking hands.

  “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I did that. I’ll stay even later to put these back in order, I swear.”

  The words vaguely registered, but I was admittedly distracted when she turned to the side, giving me a fantastic view of her ass in her tight skirt. She stretched out far to reach a wayward paper, the hem sliding up just enough up to reveal the tops of her thigh-high stockings.

  I shifted in my chair, palming my hard-on through my slacks. Kayla crawled back and turned just in time to see me doing it, her jaw going slack as she stared at my bulge in shock.

  When she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, the game became very clear.

  “I’m a very important man,” I said roughly, unbuckling my belt with one hand while she nodded in agreement. “Then you understand how valuable my time is.”

  I didn’t bother taking the belt off. I tugged my shirt free from my slacks and unbuttoned them, reaching in to pull my cock out through my boxers.

  “Your offer to work late won’t make up for the time I’ve lost thanks to your clumsiness,” I growled, smirking when she squirmed around mindlessly, as aroused as I was by our roleplay. “Come here and show me how sorry you are.”

  Kayla crawled on her hands and knees until she was kneeling between my legs. She looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes and flicked her tongue out to moisten her red lips.

  Fuck, that lipstick made me crazy. She rarely ever wore it to work. I should’ve known I was in for a treat today.

  “Sir I-I’ve never done this before.” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth before she nervously asked, “What if I don’t do it right?”

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll teach you.” I took the clip from her hair, letting it fall free before I twisted in my hand and dragged her head forward. “Stick your tongue out. That’s it. Now lick it.”

  I gripped the base of my cock, holding it to her in offering as she craned her neck forward and licked me with quick, mechanical movements. With a frown, I pulled her hair.

  “Not like that. Curl your tongue. Pretend it’s an ice cream cone.” Her eyes lit up with excitement and I growled, “But no biting.”

  She nodded as best as she could with my tight grip on her hair before diving back in, sensually licking my cock as her eyes stayed locked on mine. I struggled to control my breathing, not willing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me lose control.

  Not yet, anyway. Not when there was so much more ground to cover.

  “You’re doing so good,” I praised, shivering when she gave me a very enthusiastic lap right on the tip. “Part your lips for me, pretty girl.”

  They fell open and I pulled her down, pushing my cock into her mouth and groaning when she immediately sucked. I could feel her smiling around me. I thrust up, grinning when she let out a muffled noise of panic.

  “Take it in as far as you can,” I demanded as I thrust up again. “You’re doing so good, baby. Take it deep.”

  Kayla moaned and slid down, breaking the role of the innocent virgin to deep-throat me. My eyes rolled back as a strangled grunt arose from my throat.

  “Fuck,” I bit out when she popped off and sucked in a breath. Before I could order her to keep sucking, she dove back down and took me all the way in again. “Ahh, fuck. Good girl.”

  I released her hair and she started bobbing up and down, coating my cock with her spit and working my shaft with her hot little hand while she focused on the head. It didn’t take much more to get me close to the edge, but I wasn’t ready to come.

  I grabbed her by the hair and tugged her head back, staring into her hooded eyes for a moment before I looked down at her destroyed lipstick.

  So fucking perfect.

  “Are you trying to make me come?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in accusation. “Did I tell you to do that?”

  While she was distracted, I gripped my cock hard enough to stave off my orgasm, at least for a little while longer. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, clearly at a loss for how to respond.

  “No, I didn’t. I have no interest in coming in your mouth. It’d be a waste of my seed.” Kayla knew where I was going with this and moaned. I jerked her head back to my cock and ordered, “You better get it nice and slippery because it’s going in your tight little pussy next.”

  I relaxed back in my chair as she worked me with her mouth, getting it ready to take her even though I was sure she was already wet for me. Kayla loved it when I took control.

  Not that we’d ever done something quite like this. We both agreed to keep a semi-professional relationship while at the office.

  When I felt the slightest stir of my climax returning, I yanked her off and stood up, pushing the chair back blindly with my foot.

  “Stand up,” I commanded as I finished undoing my pants and pushed them down. “Panties off, skirt up. Bend over the desk.”

  “S-Sir? What about my shoes?”

  “Leave them on,” I grunted, staring down at her stilettos. Fucking hell. It was going to take a great deal of effort not to bust as soon as I got inside her. “Hurry up.”

  She bent over the desk and hiked her skirt up, revealing everything I wanted to see. I smacked her ass hard, grinning when she yelped and clutched the edge of the desk for purchase.

  “Such a nice ass,” I complimented as I fondled both cheeks. “I like the way it moves when I spank you.”

  I did it again, mesmerized by the motion. When she arched her back and pushed back against me, I dipped my hand down to run my finger up her slit.

  “So needy,” I murmured, clicking my tongue in disapproval. “I thought you never sucked a cock before?”

  “I-I haven’t, sir.”

  “But it made you this wet? Have you ever had anyone in here?”

  I pushed a finger into her core, sucking on the fingers of my other hand while I waited for an answer.

  “No, never,” she gasped, bucking back against me.

  “Hmm. How about… in here?”

  I slipped my other hand between her ass cheeks, circling the hole a little before pushing the pad of one finger inside. Kayla yelped and jerked back, taking it in to the knuckle.

  “N-No! Ooh!”

  All lies, of course. I’d been in every one of her holes more times than I could count. I loved them all, but I still had a clear favorite.

  “Maybe after we’re done, I’ll fuck this tight little hole,” I murmured as I twisted my finger in her ass before pulling it out along with the one in her pussy. I held her hip with one hand and my cock with the other, lining up at her entrance. “But first, I want to fill this one up with my cum.”

  Kayla shuddered hard when I slid in, moaning so loudly that I panicked for a moment, wondering if anyone was still in the office.

  I must have squeezed her a little too hard and given myself away. She pushed herself up on her elbows, glancing back as she said, “The building’s empty. I double-checke
d and locked everything up.”

  “Good girl,” I said with a smile before ramming my cock into her. “I’m going to fuck you nice and hard as a reward.”

  Much as she liked dirty talk, Kayla never complained when I let go of myself and lost control, too lost to form words. I fucked her hard as promised, my mind going blank when I felt her coming around my cock as she squealed in delight.

  “T-That’s it. So fucking tight,” I managed to mumble, groaning as I fucked her through her orgasm. “I’m going to—oh fuck.”

  I growled as the pressure on my spine returned, coming harder than expected thanks to her expert blowjob and my self-induced delayed gratification. With a roar, I thrust in deep and exploded, the world going dark as I blindly pumped my hips to empty every last drop into her.

  Long minutes passed before I could breathe enough to mutter, “Jesus Christ, that was excellent.”

  I took her with me as I backed up to my chair, moaning when I slipped back into her pussy as we sat down together. Her walls quivered with aftershocks and I knew my dick wouldn’t be going soft any time soon.

  Still, I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled against her neck, breathing in her scent. She turned her head back just enough to see me as she sleepily said, “Happy birthday, Adam.”

  My body tensed.

  “You remembered?”

  “Of course I did,” she said with a chuckle. “But since you never brought it up, I assumed you didn’t want to celebrate it.”

  “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but there was something I was hoping to get.”

  Her expression was crestfallen as she said, “I would’ve got you a present if I knew you wanted something.”

  “This is a very good present, Kayla. I have no complaints.”

  The answer didn’t satisfy her. She stood up—making us both groan—and waddled over to where her panties were discarded on the floor. I tucked myself back into my slacks and zipped up, not bothering to button them.

  “Oh, that’s my favorite view,” I said when she bent over, admiring the sight of her folds as my cum leaked out. “Stay like that for a little longer.”