Let it Snow

by Suzan Butler, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cari Quinn, Vivienne Westlake, Sadie Haller, Holley Trent

  In Cole’s office. In his chair. With her hand between her legs.

  Anger spurted hot and furious in Des’s chest, swamping the relief that she was okay. How could she be in this room, touching herself, when he’d had his dick on a chokechain for the past year? He’d done everything he could to keep his professional distance. For all he knew, all that time she’d wanted Cole.

  Fucking Cole Warner.

  He stepped farther into the room and slammed a hand against the door. It clattered shut. She gasped and leaped to her feet, the material from her hand fluttering to the floor.

  They were ending this now.

  He stalked behind the desk and yanked up the shirt from the floor. His shirt. She’d been holding his shirt, in Cole’s office. Moaning. Touching her pussy, making his mouth water from the scent he could’ve picked up if he’d been surrounded by a dozen other women. Hers would’ve overridden them all.

  Catching it again, he slitted his eyes. She stood next to Cole’s chair, her breathing audible in the small space between them. Her chest lifting and falling, her chin swiveling back and forth as if she were debating making a run for the door.

  As if she thought she could get away from him.

  She lurched forward and he moved, clamping a hand around her wrist. A startled squeak escaped her before he covered her mouth with his hand, hauling her back against him. “Just be quiet. Do you want everyone to know what you’ve been up to in here?” He allowed himself one illicit brush of his face against her hair. She smelled of her perfume and soap and alcohol, something rich and sweet. Bourbon perhaps, except they weren’t serving that at the party.

  Maybe that explained everything. His stalwart secretary was drunk.

  He dropped his hand from her mouth. “How much have you had to drink?”

  “Let me go.” She yanked her arm but his grip held fast.

  “I asked you a question, Wendy.”

  “A couple of glasses.”

  “How many?”

  “Just two, before I came here.” She half-spun to face him, her face contorted with anger. “Let me go.”

  “Why?” Ignoring the warning bells clanging in his brain, he gripped her chin. She was trembling faintly, from fury or nerves. Maybe both. “You never drink.”

  “How do you know? You don’t know me. No one does.” She broke free of him and released a long, shaky sigh as if she were stunned she’d managed it. Most likely she didn’t realize he’d released her. “Just forget you saw me in here, okay, Des? Please.”

  The plea in her voice struck deep inside him and he shut his eyes. Opening them, he let out a sigh of his own. “I can’t.” He pressed his thumb into the shallow indent in her chin. “Go find Cole. Bring him back here.”

  “Oh God, I didn’t mean—”

  “Just do it, Wendy.” He refused to allow himself to be swayed by her appeal. “Now.”

  Chapter Three

  She did as she was told.

  Finding Cole wasn’t difficult. He was always at the center of the biggest group, and tonight was no exception. Feeling like an ashamed child, she slipped between people, murmuring excuses, and tapped his shoulder. He turned, a smile creasing his attractive face. He wasn’t as tempting as Des, but— Oh God, Des.

  Cole’s denim blue eyes sobered. “Wen? What’s up?”

  “Des asked me to come get you. He’s in your office.”

  “Uh, all right. Just let me—”

  “He said it needed to be now.”

  She looked down at her red patent leather heels, bought especially for tonight. Dammit, she’d ruined everything by getting a little tipsy and acting stupid. She never should’ve come. Not after she’d gone home and seen her mom asleep on the couch. Her bout of walking pneumonia was kicking her ass, and every time she got sick, Wendy worried she’d lose her like she’d lost her dad. It wasn’t the first time the weight of her life had crashed down on her shoulders, but now she’d probably end up unemployed.

  “I’m sorry, Cole,” she added when Cole didn’t move.

  “Hey, it’s okay. Let’s go see what the big boss man wants.” Hooking an arm around her shoulders, he gestured with his beer bottle to his crowd of sycophants. “We’ll be back soon. Office business, you know. Try not to get the cops called, ya hear?”

  Laughter followed them as they slipped away from the masses and down the hall to the relative quiet near the back offices. That was why she’d escaped into Cole’s office in the first place. She’d only wanted to get back her composure. Then she’d found Des’s shirt. The smell of his aftershave had been all over the damn thing, and the collar had been wet from a recent shower. Before she’d even thought about it, her hand had been under her skirt, and God, she’d been so ready…

  She knew better than to do something so crazy at work. If he’d just let her make it up to him, to them, she’d prove she hadn’t gone off the rails. Everyone was entitled to one sanity flight per year, right?

  Cole opened his door and ushered her inside. The room was empty.

  He frowned. “I thought you said Des wanted to see me here.”

  “Yes. He told me to get you.“

  Footsteps sounded behind them and she whirled, her eyes going wide as Des strode inside and shut the door. The alcohol was making her head a little fuzzy and nausea crept up her throat. Would they fire her?

  Des flipped the lock in the doorknob as casually as if he locked the three of them in Cole’s office every day. “This won’t take long.”

  “I didn’t mean—please, I swear I won’t do it again,“ she pleaded.

  Cole set down his beer bottle with an audible clink. “Des, what’s this all about?”

  “Go kneel behind the desk, Wendy. In front of Cole’s chair.”

  She fumbled for one of her jingling earrings, fingers shaking. She’d just drank too much and was imagining this whole thing. “I—what?”

  “You heard me.” Des gestured impatiently and something shimmery pink flashed in his hand. “Now.”

  Okay, fine, she’d gone too far, but this was insane. She wasn’t five and Des wasn’t acting like himself. His blue-green eyes were wild in the moonlight coming through the blinds and his jaw clicked as he waited for her to move.

  “What the hell is going on?” Cole sounded as bewildered as she felt.

  “This is between me and my secretary, Warner.” Even in the shadowy darkness, the weight of Des’s stare burned her skin.

  “Then why I am here?” Cole snapped.

  “Because you’re the one who’s going to discipline her for touching herself in your chair.” Before she could pick her mouth up off the floor, Des stepped forward and wrapped his hand around her jaw, tilting her face up to his. His nostrils flared and she had the errant thought that he could smell her arousal, now trickling hotly onto her thighs. “You have the choice to leave now. If you do, this stops here. Otherwise go kneel where I told you.”

  Her heartbeat reverberated in her ears. She couldn’t process what was happening, especially since she could still hear the animated voices and cheerful Christmas music just outside the door.

  Out there, life was still normal. In here, nothing made sense.

  “Des, you’re scaring her.” Cole laid a restraining hand on Des’s shoulder, which he promptly shook off. “Perhaps you misunderstood what you saw.”

  “Did I?” Des asked quietly.

  She wanted to lie so badly. To make all of this end. But part of her…didn’t. That part of her yearned to see what lurked behind door number two.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “You chose to do that in here, in Cole’s chair. You must’ve wanted to be caught. Was that your plan? For Cole to catch you?”

  She averted her eyes to the floor and wished the thick carpet would just swallow her whole.

  “Either leave or go kneel by his chair. It’s your choice, but you need to make it now, Wendy.” Her boss’s voice lashed against her flushed face l
ike a whip. “We don’t have much time.”

  “T-time for what?”

  Cole snagged a handful of her hair, gently tipping her head back. “You heard the man. Either leave this office now or go kneel by my chair, love.”

  “But my job—”

  “This has nothing to do with that, and you know it.” Cole’s breath blew warmly over her temple and this time when she shivered, it wasn’t from fear. “Go.”

  She went.

  They walked around the desk, one on either side, and she cast her face down to keep from revealing the extent of her excitement. She hadn’t read every line in the employee manual, but she was pretty sure their behavior wasn’t following protocol.

  Even so, she trusted them. They weren’t just her bosses, they were her friends. Somehow she’d unleashed this.

  Des sat in the chair and spread his legs, drawing her gaze to the thick bulge at their apex. Even in the moonlight, his girth dried her throat. She wet her lips and startled at the needful sound he made.

  “Yes. You’re going to use that tongue and those lips, you tease. But first, you’re going to take off your top for me.”

  When she froze, Cole tugged up her shirt, making his own sound of approval as she willingly lifted her arms. She’d stopped thinking entirely. He set her top on his blotter and hooked his fingers under the straps of her bra, offering more praise while he drew them down her arms.

  “Just push down the cups,” Des instructed.

  She expected Cole to argue. Normally the two men shared a mutual balance of power, though technically Des owned a controlling interest of the business. But Cole didn’t hesitate. He flicked his fingers over her nipples and they peaked, seeking his caress. He stroked them without shame, first through the lacy cups then her bare flesh.

  Both men made noises at the baring of her breasts, like animals circling bloody meat. “Pull those pretty tits up,” Des grated.

  Cole tugged her breasts by her nipples, plumping them over the tight band of her bra. The swollen tips jutted outward, asking for their mouths. Begging for them.

  Des showed her the items he’d hidden in his hands, pink clothespins with heavy teardrop crystals. She cried out in surprise as he clipped them with swift efficiency on her nipples.

  Vision blurring, she stared down at the agile fingers now swirling around her areolas. Was this really happening? Did Des really have his hands on her breasts?

  Her drenched sex said hell yes. So did her soaked thighs and quivering belly. She shifted forward on her knees, squeezing her legs together to try to get some friction where she needed it. “You stole those off the tree.”

  Des’s trademark grin flashed just long enough to steal her breath. “It’s my tree. My ornaments.” He shifted the clips, their teeth scraping her stiff nipples, and she closed her eyes from the bite of pain the dangling crystals caused. “I knew you had beautiful tits. Tell me how wet your pussy is.”

  He didn’t frame it as a question. He merely assumed it was so.

  She whimpered, not able to reply. She’d fantasized occasionally about a lover talking dirty during sex, but she’d never gotten that explicit even in her own head. Which was pretty pitiful since it turned her on beyond belief.

  “I’m wet,” she murmured, scandalized by both the admission and the flush stealing over her cheeks. Today aside, she wasn’t a blusher, and she wasn’t into kinky stuff with ornaments and…whatever the hell this was.

  It was Des. Des. Finally.

  “Stand up and take off your panties, then get on my lap. Quickly,” Des added at her stare. “There’s a party going on.”

  Rising unsteadily, she braced a hand on Cole’s desk and slipped off her thong. She was pretty sure she would’ve been shrieking about all of this if she’d been fully sober, but her inhibitions had come down just enough for her to follow her hormones.

  Right now they were aiming straight for the giant gift in Des’s pants.

  “Not that way, sweetheart,” Cole said when she tried to straddle Des, who made no move to help her. “Have you ever been spanked?”

  She jolted and Des steadied her. “I’d say that’s a no.” He chuckled and drew out his thick cock, smiling at her gasp. “Cole’s going to help me get the truth out of you while you make me feel good.”

  Oh. Well. Now she understood.

  Not really. At all.

  Following Cole’s instructions, she somehow draped herself partially over Des’s lap with one knee on the floor, ass tipped in the air. Cole shoved up her skirt and air streamed over her bare bottom. To distract herself from Cole’s looming presence, she tentatively wrapped her hand around Des’s cock, gasping again at the heat of his flesh. He was on fucking fire and so hard she knew her flush had returned.

  This time it had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with lust.

  “You like that, love?” Cole brushed her hair away from her face, the gesture surprisingly tender. She glanced back at him, questions on the tip of her tongue. Questions she couldn’t ask Des when he was being so silent and broody.

  Des tapped her cheek, indicating she accept the swollen length she barely managed to grip in her fist. “Suck.”

  She nodded, leaning forward so eagerly that both men chuckled. As strange as this whole scenario was, she’d wanted Des forever. She’d take him however she could get him.

  She sealed her slick lips over the head of his dick and moaned at the first salty taste of him. More precome pulsed out of his slit as she slid her hand up and down. He was so big that she couldn’t figure out how to maneuver him at first. Soon she settled into a rhythm that had him gulping air.

  God, she loved sucking cock, and it had been so long since she’d done it. She especially loved sucking Des’s cock.

  Cole cupped the cheeks of her ass, rubbing gently, and she startled, biting down. Des hissed and yanked her hair. “Careful.”

  “Sorry,” she said around Des’s length, her lips curving at her boss’s strangled grunt. She dove back down, taking him deep, not stopping until her nose pressed into the thatch of dense dark curls in his groin. His musky scent caused her to moan and unintentionally take him farther. He snatched a handful of her hair and directed her up and down, forcing her to move faster than she would have on her own.

  The wet glugging sounds she was making might’ve embarrassed her if Cole hadn’t been stroking her ass again, his fingers darting between her cheeks and down below to her cleft. She wiggled to try to get him to actually penetrate her, but he slipped back, his damp fingers trailing over her ass before he lifted his hand.

  And brought it down hard.

  She yelped and drew off Des’s cock, managing not to use her teeth. Barely.

  “Uh uh. Not of that.” Des urged her back down, feeding her his length. “Cole’s going to spank you, and you’re going to suck.”

  She pulled away long enough to answer. “I might maim you.”

  He laughed and rubbed his thumb over her upper lip. “I’d like to see you try.”

  The edge in his voice took her off-guard and she wasn’t prepared when Cole’s caresses led to another slap. Then another and another. She buried her face against Des’s stomach, drawing in deep breaths of his scent, and he held her head, cradled it even, as Cole peppered her ass with smacks. In between he rubbed her cheeks, stoking the heat higher and higher until her mortification turned into something that burned deep in her belly. She writhed under his hand, craving more of that feeling, and Des slipped his fingers into her mouth, giving her an outlet for her need to bite and moan.

  “You like that? Your ass on fire? Your pussy dripping?” Cole spoke this time, proving the veracity of his question by dragging his fingers down her soaked cleft.

  All she could do was nod.

  “She likes it well enough to be honest. Which was the whole point.” Des caught her in his probing stare. “Why were you in Cole’s office?”

  With her inhibitions ripped away, th
ere was only the truth. “I wanted to get away from the crowd for a minute. I came in the back door. This…this was the closest empty room.”

  Instead of a slap, she got a stroke, one that made her arch and whimper from the velvety thrill of Cole’s hand sliding over her sore bottom.

  Des reached down and unclipped her stinging nipples, giving her a moment of gasping relief before he clipped them again. “You didn’t come here looking for Cole.”

  “No.” The word was a moan.

  “But you thought you held his shirt while you touched yourself.”

  She’d known exactly whose shirt she held. She recognized Des’s aftershave. Heat blasted over her face and she pressed it against his muscled abdomen. More smacks rained on her butt.

  “No…” It was all she could get out before Des pushed her back down on his cock.

  She worked him hard, making those wet, urgent sounds that seemed to push him closer to the edge. She cupped his balls, moaning herself at his violent jerk when she squeezed. Holding him, so strong and vulnerable, in her hand, in her mouth, made her eyes smart and her clit ache. She wanted him inside her.

  Whatever the consequences, he’d taken her this far. He couldn’t leave her now.

  As soon as she had the thought, he nudged her away. She was staring at him, trying to figure out what she’d done wrong when Cole drew her up and shoved her belly-first on the desk. For a moment, she’d almost forgotten he was there.

  And then he was really there, sliding his condom-covered cock inside her liquid sex. She cried out, stunned that he’d given her no warning. Stunned she could want him to fuck her when she so craved the man watching them silently. But Cole was sexy too, and she’d always liked him. She definitely appreciated the way he surged inside her with no reservations whatsoever.

  She swallowed the moans so insistently working their way up her throat and pulled on the dangling crystals on her nipples, inciting an answering echo in her core. He fucked her just right, hitting her G-spot with a precision that made her sob with all the pent-up passion she’d held back for so long.