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

17. Alyssa

Chapter seventeen

Alyssa

A gasp rings from me as Jensen grabs the back of my thighs and hoists me up. I tighten my arms around his neck, my thighs squeezing his waist. Just feeling how hard his cock already is makes heat bloom low in my stomach.

Given how small my apartment is, it doesn’t take Jensen long at all to find my bed tucked in the back corner of my unit. He drops me down onto my queen-sized mattress, the dove-gray sheets rippling from the impact.

“You look good in clothes like these,” Jensen tells me as he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed.

“Pajamas?” I ask with a surprised smile.

“Hell yeah,” Jensen replies as he runs his hands up my legs over my leggings. He gives my outer thigh a teasing pat. “These look really good.”

My heartbeat quickens as my face warms up. His compliments never fail to make me blush, and I can tell it spurs him on. “I dig the casual wear on you too. Even if you pull off a suit really well.”

“Less clothes to pull off,” Jensen says before tugging his shirt off.

I exhale sharply. He looks so damn good. Lean but with firm muscle all over. “You’re too far away from me.”

Jensen grabs my hands as I try to reach for him, stopping me in place and chuckling when I visibly pout. “I’m taking my time with you.”

“I’d hate to see how long it takes you to open a Christmas present.”

“Maybe you should be my Christmas present,” Jensen replies before pulling off my sweatshirt. He pushes me down onto my back and leans over me, his lips ghosting over my already hard nipples. “Any more condescending remarks?”

“No,” I breathe out as I twine my fingers in his hair.

Jensen smirks and teasingly flicks his tongue against one of my nipples, eliciting a gasp from me. He kisses the underside of my breast, purposely teasing me as he kisses and licks without giving me what he knows I want.

“Jensen, please,” I plead with him as I tighten my grip on his hair.

“You sound so sweet when you beg,” Jensen tells me. He must be satisfied enough because his mouth covers my nipple, sucking firmly to make crackles of pleasure spark throughout my entire body.

A moan of relief breaks from me, my head tilting back.

Jensen eases my leggings and panties off my hips as his mouth moves to the other nipple. His lips then slip off, moving to the underside of my breast and sucking hard.

I gasp as my back arches, a pleasurable burn seeping into my skin.

Jensen draws away with a pleased grin on his face, leaving behind a red mark that will surely bruise. His mark. “Don’t you look pretty as mine ?”

Throbbing echoes between my thighs as a shaky breath leaves me. I nod, unable to hide how turned on I am.

Jensen tugs off the rest of my clothes before letting his lips drift down my stomach. He detours a few times, sucking a mark on my side, on my hip, and on the inner side of my thigh. He’s between my legs before I know it. “We’re not in the office. Don’t hold back.”

I start to ask what he means, but I answer my own question as he buries his face between my thighs. A cry of bliss tears from me as his tongue courses through my folds and over my sensitive clit. He pushes my thighs apart with his hands, spreading me so that he can properly devour me.

“There we go,” Jensen says with a low, satisfied chuckle. He licks and sucks at my folds and clit, bringing me to the point of nearly dripping for him. He eagerly licks it up, his tongue plunging inside of me.

“Oh…fuck…” I whimper as I lean up on my elbows, watching his every move. My wetness glistens all over his mouth, and he doesn’t give a damn. In fact, I know he loves it.

Jensen slides his tongue back up to my clit as he sinks a finger inside of me. He groans against me, reveling in how I squeeze him. He adds another finger, pumping them in and out as his tongue continues to flick.

My head fills with a cloudy, heated haze as I drop it back against the mattress. How is he doing this? How…oh, woah. Tension builds in my stomach as my orgasm hurtles toward me, making my back lift off the bed.

His name rings from my lips, and the neighbors can probably hear me at this point. Pleasure tremors through my entire body as I melt into the mattress, breathing heavily as the air returns to my lungs. “What the hell…”

Jensen sucks his fingers clean before climbing off the bed to remove his joggers and briefs. “You taste fucking divine, sweetheart.”

In a daze, I crawl to the edge of the bed as he approaches it, my hands settling on his waist as I peer up at him. “Mind if I return the favor?”

Jensen brushes my hair away from my face. “I do like that mouth of yours.”

“When I’m arguing with you?” I smirk as I wrap my fingers around the thick base of his cock, slowly stroking him as I keep my eyes on his.

Jensen chuckles, but his voice is weighed down by a faint groan. “Perhaps.”

I think he’ll like what my mouth does even more now. I lean forward and drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, my lips slipping over the head as I make my way back down.

“Fuck,” Jensen murmurs as he watches me take him inch by inch. He breathes out slowly, pushing his fingers in my hair to adopt a light grip. “That’s good. Really good.”

His praise works me up, heat pooling between my thighs as I continue sucking him. I work my hand around his base, stroking what my lips can’t reach.

His hips lightly rock, pushing himself past my lips a little farther. His breathing steadily grows heavier, a moan breaking from him as I take him a little deeper.

Just hearing him makes me throb. I slip my hand between my thighs, my fingertips brushing over my clit and making me moan around him. I pick up my pace, bobbing my head and stroking him quicker to match my own fiery desire.

Jensen tightens his grip on my hair, using a little more force to rock into my mouth. His eyes eventually slip down, noticing my hand between my legs. “You’re that insatiable? Just sucking my cock turns you on?”

My eyes snap back up to his as my tongue lazily swirls around the tip of his cock. “Maybe.”

“Come here.”

A gasp leaves me as he grabs me, pulling me onto his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. My chest falls against his as I straddle him, throwing my arms around his neck. The friction of his cock gliding through my folds makes my head spin.

Jensen wraps his arm around my back, easily hoisting me up so that he can position his cock at my entrance. He helps me ease down, a groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, I love the way you squeeze me.”

I love the way he talks to me. Every dirty word nudges me closer and closer to yet another breathtaking orgasm. “I’m already so close.”

Jensen grabs my ass and moves me up and down on his cock, our bodies pressing together as we hold each other close.

The intimacy of it all makes my heart flutter, but it’s hard to focus on any logical thought when he hits an angle that makes me see stars. “Oh…yes, right there.”

Jensen slams me down on him, tilting his head back as I crash my lips against his. His fingertips dig into my soft flesh, his grip tightening as we tumble closer and closer to the edge.

I grip the hair on the back of his head, the nails of my other hand digging into the back of his shoulder as I hold on for dear life. Tension pulls tight in my lower stomach, stealing the air out of my lungs.

Jensen pulls me down one more time before the knot snaps, making me unravel as tingling heat fills my entire body. He pulls me flush against him, burying his cock inside of me as he spills. He exhales shakily, our bodies shuddering from the intensity as we grab onto each other.

I pant against his shoulder, his skin feeling hot to the touch. My strength leaves me, making me slump against him. “Woah.”

A tired smile crosses his lips as he leans backward, dropping onto his back and pulling me down onto his chest. “That’s all you, sweetheart. Damn, it’s just better and better every time.”

I can heartily agree with that. My cheek nestles against his firm chest as I listen to the rapid thump of his heartbeat, matching the adrenaline and excitement racing through me. Being with him is one of the most thrilling things that I’ve ever experienced.

The intensity. The pleasure. The heat. The surprising passion.

It’s unlike anything that I’ve experienced before.

“Thank you for fixing my door,” I tell him, hearing laughter rumble in his chest.

“Any time,” Jensen replies. “You can call me if you need help with anything.”

My heart skips. Does he really mean that? But even as the warmth of his touch lingers on my skin, the weight of what we've done bears down on me. Austin’s warning echoes in my mind, a reminder that this isn’t just a fling—it’s a dangerous game we’re playing. But when Jensen looks at me like that, with those eyes that seem to promise everything I’ve ever wanted, how am I supposed to resist?

“You too,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m not as handy as you, but I’m pretty resourceful.”

“Oh, I know you are.” His grin is disarming, but it only adds to the turmoil brewing inside me.

I smirk as I turn my head to look up at him, admiring the teasing grin on his face and the way his cheeks are lightly flushed. We gaze at each other for a few seconds, happiness thrumming through me.

Tonight turned out a lot better than I thought it would.

“I should head home. We both need sleep before tomorrow,” Jensen tells me.

I do my best to hide my frown as I get off him. He’s right, but I can’t help but want him to stay here with me. I’ve started really enjoying his company lately, even when we’re not having sex. I just…like being around him.

I should let him go, create some distance, but as I watch him prepare to leave, all I want is to ask him to stay. I know it’s wrong. I know I’m breaking my own promises. But as he turns to look at me one last time, I can’t find the strength to make him go.

I like talking to him. Working with him. Drinking coffee with him.

But it’s so wrong. I already broke my promise to Austin, and with every touch, every heated whisper, I’m digging myself deeper into this forbidden territory. What if he finds out? The fallout would be disastrous—not just for me, but for Jensen too.

What if Austin finds out? What if Jensen’s reputation is shattered, and it’s all my fault? What if I lose everything—my job, my security, my heart? As much as I try to push those thoughts away, they cling to me, darkening every lingering touch, every whispered word. I’ve already lost control, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it back.

Yet, the more I tell myself to stop, the more I crave these stolen moments with him. I’m playing with fire, and I know it, but I can’t seem to pull away. Jensen cleans up and gets dressed before pitching me a concerned look. “Everything okay?”

I drag myself out of my worrying thoughts and nod. “Just tired.”

Jensen steps closer to me and leans down, kissing the top of my head. “Get some rest. I’ll make sure the door closes on my way out.”

“Okay, goodnight,” I say, my smile fading the moment he leaves.

Silence echoes throughout my apartment as I flop back down onto my bed, noticing how much emptier and colder it feels now that he’s gone. I should feel guilty for what just happened, and part of me does, but that guilt is drowned out by the rush of being with him. It’s terrifying how much I’ve come to rely on these moments—how much I’ve come to rely on him. But what happens when the truth comes out? When Austin realizes I’ve been lying? My life, my job, my heart—it’s all on the line. And I’m not sure which one I’m more afraid of losing.

I can’t have both. Disaster will strike eventually, and I don’t know how I’ll recover from that.

Yet, I continue allowing him closer and closer, letting him get dangerously close to my heart. Exactly where he can hurt me the most.