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

10. Jensen

Chapter ten

Jensen

A frustrated, heated haze clouds my mind as I lock my office door. Damn it, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t bring myself to slow down. Much less stop.

The sound of her laugh as that guy charmed her and teased her echoes in my head, feeding into the rampant jealousy that unexpectedly struck me like a runaway train. She’s not even mine!

But after the moments we’ve shared together…there is a deep, dark part of me that wants her. Yearns for her.

I turn to face her, noting the beginning of a pink flush on her cheeks. She gets flustered so easily, which works me up even more. It’s an issue at this point because I can’t be reacting like this.

It’s wrong. It’s fucked up. She’s my assistant!

If anyone uncovers what we've done, the fallout would be catastrophic. Not just for me, but for the company, for her. The press would feast on the scandal, tearing down everything I’ve built brick by brick, and she’d be caught in the crossfire, her career in ruins.

We need to both stop for each other’s sakes and our own sakes.

But we don’t. We can’t. Not when we’re under a spell that we can’t seem to break.

“What were you doing out there?” I question her as I stalk closer to her, watching her step back until she hits the edge of my desk.

Alyssa shakes her head in confusion. “What do you mean? I was helping out with the app tester surveys.”

I let out a dry laugh as I stop a foot away from her, staring her down as she shrinks back a degree. “That guy. Do you make it a habit to flirt with guys on the job?”

Alyssa’s jaw drops. “Excuse me? I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh that much,” I state as I place my hand on the desk next to her hip, leaning closer to her.

Alyssa’s breath hitches as mere inches separate our bodies. Her eyes sweep up my chest to my lips before darting away. “Don’t insult yourself like that, Jensen. Not everyone can be a comedian.”

Snarky little minx. That sharp tongue of hers should get her kicked to the curb, but something must be messed up in my brain because it just turns me on.

“You’re here to work for me. Not flirt with our customers.”

Alyssa jabs my chest with her forefinger. “That’s right. You’re my boss. Not my boyfriend. I wasn’t flirting with him, and you shouldn’t be so concerned about my conversations with other guys.”

I grab her hand before she can pull it away, adopting a tight enough grip to where she can’t slip her hand out of my grasp. “What you do in this office does concern me.”

“So, if I was off the clock and out in the city, you wouldn’t be all worked up like this?” Alyssa questions me as her eyes sharpen from defiance.

I should be able to tell her that I wouldn’t care, but those words don’t come out. The truth does. “It would still piss me off.”

Alyssa’s eyes grow wide.

Well, I’ve done it now. Too late to back out, and I don’t think I could if I tried.

I lean down and crash my lips against hers, claiming them as I’ve been wanting to do every single day since our last kiss. My hand slips under her hair, gripping the back of her neck as she grabs at my upper arms.

Alyssa lifts up on her toes, her fingers gliding up to my shoulders. She parts her lips at the same time as me, winding her tongue around mine.

I wish we were anywhere but the office because I would make it my mission to hear her cry out my name as many times as I can. That doesn’t mean I can’t show her that she’s mine to tease.

Mine to touch.

My free hand squeezes her breast through her ruffled blouse before sliding down her side to her hip.

Alyssa moans lightly, our heated kiss swallowing the sound. She grips the hair on the back of my head, holding onto me like she’s afraid she’s going to slip away.

I slip my knee between her legs, nudging them apart as I grab at the bottom of her pencil skirt and pull it up to her waist. My fingers slip under the soft material of her black panties, coursing over smooth skin until they glide through wet folds.

“Oh…” Alyssa gasps as she leans into me, her forehead touching my shoulder.

I slowly sink a finger inside of her, my cock starting to harden at the feeling of how wet she already is. How needy. Heat fogs up my head as I slide that same finger up to her clit, rubbing slow circles to make her legs grow weak.

“Jensen,” Alyssa whimpers before pressing her mouth against my shoulder, quieting herself down as I continue the gentle motion.

I close my eyes for a moment, reveling in the sound of her pleasure and the warmth of her thighs as they tighten around my hand. I’d kill to fuck her on my desk again, but I don’t have that much time on my hands right now.

Alyssa pulls on the sleeves of my gray suit jacket, her eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure hit her.

I know what push she needs to fall over the edge. I push two fingers inside of her, rocking them deep into her. The heel of my hand presses against her sensitive clit, friction and pressure hitting her at the same time.

Alyssa gasps, but I cut the sound off by clamping my free hand over her mouth. Her body tenses as I angle my fingers just right, hitting the spot that makes her knees threaten to buckle. She grabs at my wrist, but she doesn’t try to pry my hand away from her mouth.

She uses me for stability because she’s about to lose it.

“I’m the only person you want touching you like this, aren’t I?” I murmur near her ear.

Alyssa nods fervently, her responding moan becoming muffled by my hand. She arches her back, her chest nearly pressing against mine as the pleasure contorts her body.

I bury my fingers inside of her again, feeling her tighten as her orgasm hits. My hand remains firm against her mouth as she lets out a shaky exhale through her nose.

Alyssa shudders through the pleasure, having to grip the edge of the desk behind her to keep her legs steady enough to hold her up.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, my cock throbbing at the sight of her falling apart. I wish I could hear her, but I’m sure as hell not complaining about a beautiful woman coming on my fingers.

Alyssa ends up sitting on the edge of my desk, aftershocks of bliss hitting her as she catches her breath.

I draw away from her, taking a breath as well and doing my best to get rid of my erection before anyone else can see it. I need to stop doing this at work with so many people around. Hell, I need to stop doing this at all, but something about her just makes me lose all sense of control.

She’s dangerous, and it makes me want more.

Alyssa lifts her eyes to mine, but no words leave her.

Honestly, what is there to say after that? I crossed a line, and she pulled me the rest of the way.

“I’ll let you get back to it,” I say, managing to find something to say. I unlock my office door and walk around my desk to sit down, figuring I can hide behind my desk until my erection fully goes away.

Alyssa slides off my desk and fixes her skirt, wobbling a little during her first few steps. She straightens up as her hands glide up to her waist, perfectly accentuating the curves of her figure. She should probably get out of here before I lock the door again.

“Sir.”

A hint of a smirk lines my lips as I watch her walk out of my office. She drives me so damn crazy, and as nerve-wracking as that is, it’s a rush unlike anything else.

But adrenaline always wears off, leaving behind the slow, cold pace of reality. And all the possible consequences that it promises to bring me if I keep stepping out of line.