Stranded for Christmas with my Boss (Forbidden Billionaire Boss Daddies)

3. Alyssa

Chapter three

Alyssa

I finally escape the elevator in a heated daze, nearly feeling dizzy from the intensity of our kiss. Our forbidden kiss.

“Oh, God…” I mumble under my breath as I step to the side of the small crowd gathered in front of our elevator.

I kissed my boss on the first day. No, no. That wasn’t just a kiss.

We devoured each other, and we would’ve kept going if the elevator wasn’t fixed. I don’t know what happened! He started teasing me and taunting me, which turned me on more than I thought it would.

Something in me snapped, and I just…lost control.

I look over at Jensen as he talks with a few people. One of them looks like a fire chief, another could be a maintenance worker, and one is dressed in a dark blue suit as nice as Jensen’s. Maybe he’s the guy Jensen was talking to on the phone.

As stunned as I am about what happened in the elevator, I’m still Jensen’s executive assistant. I think. I need to work.

“We’ve checked the whole building, and there’s no sign of fire or smoke. It was just a false alarm,” the fire chief explains to Jensen. “The elevator didn’t respond as it should’ve.”

“It needs to be fixed. Immediately,” Jensen says. “If there was really a fire, we could’ve died in there.”

My stomach flips as I slowly approach the group. He’s right. We could’ve died if circumstances were different.

Instead, we were perfectly safe and decided our attraction toward each other was just too much to bear for five more minutes. What the hell were we thinking? “Can I help with anything, Mr. Riley?”

Jensen’s eyes flash over to me, making me freeze in place. He looks completely normal like nothing happened, which makes me even more nervous. How does he really feel?

What if he fires me over this? I kissed him first.

“I need you to contact Ms. Linden and reschedule our meeting for later this week. Profusely apologize for the inconvenience,” Jensen tells me. “Her number is written down on a note in my office.”

I nod and try my best not to exhale in relief out loud. “Got it.”

“I’ll be there soon,” Jensen says.

I don’t know how to feel about that, but I give him a small smile anyway. I turn back to the three elevators and pause, my stomach twisting at the thought of getting back on any of them. “I think I’m just going to take the stairs.”

Faint laughter sounds behind me as I head toward the nearest stairwell and go all the way up to the top floor. By the time I reach the door at the top of the stairwell, my leg muscles are screaming in pain from the exertion.

With a grimace, I push open the door and stumble out onto the top floor, which is completely empty. Everyone was evacuated while we were stuck in the elevator. That means when Jensen comes up here, we’ll be…alone.

My heartbeat quickens at the thought, but I focus on my first, and possibly last, task of my job and beeline to Jensen’s office. Since I barely know the guy, I feel weird going through his desk, but I eventually find a sticky note with the influencer’s name and number written down in neat, black handwriting.

The last assistant must’ve written it down for him. How long did she last here?

I dial Violet’s number and press my phone against my ear, reciting a quick message in my mind before she picks up. I give her the best apology that I can think of, but pretty much anyone would be understanding and sympathetic when they hear that someone got stuck in an elevator.

By the time I hang up, I hear approaching footsteps in the near distance, my heart rate spiking. That can only be one person. I raise my eyes to the door just as Jensen steps into his office.

“I sent everyone home for the day,” Jensen tells me as he reaches up to undo the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing just a bit more of his strong chest.

“Oh, really?” I ask him as I straighten up, attempting to keep my voice steady. It’s hard when he gazes at me like I’m prey to corner and catch, though. My hands press against the cold wood of his desk behind me, bracing myself as he shuts the door behind him.

“Today has been eventful enough,” he states as he takes a few steps closer, each one making my heart pound harder and harder. “You can go ahead and leave too. Unless you want to stay.”

My mouth goes dry, making it that much harder to speak. “I…stay?”

Jensen shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it on a nearby lounge chair. “Stay and finish what we started.”

My legs weaken, feeling as sturdy as Jell-O as he approaches me. I should tell him how wrong this is and leave. Hell, maybe I should just quit on the spot and flee.

Those are the correct things to do in a situation like this, right?

But why are they the last things that I want to do right now?

Jensen stops a few feet away from me, tilting his head at me in a way that makes heat seep lower and lower down my body. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

His demand makes my stomach flutter, and it doesn’t take much more than that to coax what he wants to hear from my lips. “You.”

“Then, come here.”

I close the distance between us so that he can sweep me into another breathtaking kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck just as he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me to carry me over to his desk.

Pens and papers hit the ground around us, but Jensen doesn’t seem to care in the slightest that we’re messing up his neat desk. He’s only focused on burying his face in my neck and untucking my blouse. His lips caress the most sensitive spots on my throat and neck, his stubble grazing my skin to make me writhe against him.

Jensen groans as my thighs tighten around his waist, his hardening cock pressing against the thin material of my panties just under my skirt as it bunches around my waist. He tugs my blouse off, his hands roaming over my hips and sides as he kisses around my collarbones and the swell of my breasts that my white bra doesn’t cover.

My head warms and swims as I fall into the sensation of his touch roaming over my entire body. I’ll admit that a part of me previously worried that he would be the selfish type in bed, but he hasn’t even tried to take off any of his other clothes. He hasn’t pushed me onto my knees or bent me over the desk.

He is far too entranced by my body. That’s the sexiest thing I have ever experienced.

“You look so sexy in this skirt,” Jensen tells me as he squeezes my hips appreciatively, coaxing a blush to light up my face. “Now, that is sexy too.”

I give him a confused look.

Jensen smirks and cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over the flushed skin. “When you blush for me.”

Oh, boy. If I wasn’t already a puddle, I am now. My fingers rest on the edge of his belt as I give him a pleading look. “I want you so badly.”

I barely recognize my own voice as it comes out in a sultry whisper. A desperate beg. He has brought me to this point of blinding arousal.

Jensen leans closer to me. “If you can be patient enough…”

That’s rich coming from Mr. Impatient, but I don’t get the words out before he unclasps my bra and covers one of my hard nipples with his mouth. A weak moan rumbles in my throat as he sucks and licks, making my fingers dive into his hair.

Jensen reaches under my skirt and tugs off my panties, his hand immediately returning between my thighs so that he can run two fingers through my folds. His fingertips seek out my clit and rub steady circles, making my back arch as pleasure surges through me. “You’re already soaked for me.”

I gasp as his teeth graze my other nipple, a dash of pain mingling with an abundance of pleasure. My hands move to the front of his shirt, managing to undo every button until it’s completely loose around his fit body.

Jensen rolls his shoulders back, letting his shirt fall to the ground before returning his hand between my thighs. His fingers drift from my clit to my entrance, slowly sinking inside of me. He groans at the feeling and thrusts two of his fingers in and out of me. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”

His words fill me with excitement, heat pooling between my thighs. As good as his fingers feel inside of me, they almost feel like a tease at this point, especially now that I have seen the prominent bulge in his black slacks. “Please…I want it now.”

Jensen looks down, admiring how my wetness gleams on his fingers. It pushes him over the edge, and he finally undoes his pants and frees his erection, giving it a few strokes as he slots himself between my thighs. He grabs the small of my back and pulls me to the very edge of his desk, pushing the head of his cock through my folds.

I dig my nails into his biceps, my head dropping back as he slides into me. My lips part, releasing a soft moan as he fills me so perfectly. Every second promises ecstasy, the heat within me burning stronger.

Jensen leans forward and kisses me as he starts rocking into me, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper with each round. He runs his hands up my thighs and around the curves of my hips, gripping my ass and pulling me forward as he thrusts into me.

The deeper he goes, the more intense the pleasure becomes. Tension grows in the pit of my stomach, tightening more and more as he pounds into me. “Jensen…”

Jensen cups one side of my face and kisses the other side of my neck, his lips pressing firmly like he’s dying to suck marks into my skin. A frustrated noise rumbles in his throat as his lips move closer to my ear. “I don’t need to leave marks for you to remember how good I made you feel.”

I rake my nails along the top of his shoulders as he slams into me, pleasure lighting me up from within. With how close our bodies are, there is friction on my clit that nudges me closer and closer to the orgasm that I’m already hurtling toward. My eyes squeeze shut as the pressure in my lower stomach swells before bursting.

Jensen grips the back of my neck, holding me close as he keeps thrusting into me. A single burst of pleasure extends to a few more seconds of tingly, warm bliss. Just as he buries himself inside of me one last time, he captures my lips in a deep kiss.

My heart stops as he caresses me, the heat of the moment settling over us like a warm blanket. But the coziness doesn’t last forever.

Jensen breaks the kiss as he catches his breath. A small grin crosses his face as he pulls out of me and steps back, his muscles looking even more prominent as his chest rises and falls. “You look like a work of art sitting on my desk like that. If only I could keep you just like that.”

Spread legs. Flushed face. My tired but eager body on display.

So wrong but so hot.

“But you should head home and rest today. You did good work today,” Jensen continues before turning away from me to get dressed.

I part my lips to speak, but no words even come to mind. My mind is still full of fuzz. At least I’m not fired.

With a nod, I get off his desk and pull on my clothes, shuffling past him on shaky legs, and making a beeline to the nearest restroom to clean up. My heart pounds the whole way there, a confusing mixture of feelings swirling within me.

Given all the craziness of my first day, I don’t even know how to feel about this job anymore.