Snow Job by Tara Wyatt (best large ereader .txt) 📗

had a drink since the day before he’d gotten fired and he wanted to keep that sober streak going.

“That smells so good,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom. She’d put her hair up into a high ponytail, and was wearing a Fair Isle print sweater and jeans. City girl that she was, she looked totally at home and at ease up here in the mountains.

“We can start with the cheese and fruit while the ravioli heats up,” he said, grabbing the cheese plate from the fridge and taking it into the living room. She settled herself in front of the fire, her eyes roaming around the cabin.

“I’m really, really happy to be back here,” she said softly, her eyes bright. “Like, really freaking happy. I was counting down the seconds all week.”

He grinned at her and sat down. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

They talked as they ate, the conversation flowing easily from topic to topic. Work, friends, their families. He told her about Aerin’s twins, due in June.

She took a sip of her ginger ale, studying him thoughtfully. “Do you ever see yourself having kids?” she asked, and then took a bite of her ravioli.

In any other situation, that question probably would’ve scared him, or at least had him clamming up. But being with Kayla, he could feel something shifting inside him. He felt like a lobster who was outgrowing his shell, the exterior he’d once taken shelter in becoming constricting. It took pain and vulnerability to shed that shell, but only then could he really grow.

“You know, a few months ago, I would’ve said no,” he said with a shrug. “But my future looked pretty different then than it does now.” He reached out, weaving his fingers with hers. “It’s not something I’ve thought a lot about, to be honest. But with the right person, in the right circumstances? Yeah. I think maybe I do see myself as a dad. What about you?”

“I do. Maybe only one baby. I worry about balancing parenthood with my career ambitions. But I do want to be a mom.”

A silence fell over them, heavy with meaning. He gave her fingers a squeeze and then let go. “For what it’s worth, you’ll make a great mom someday.”

She blushed and looked into the fire. “Thank you.”

The conversation veered back to safer topics, and then, as they were eating their apple pie, she tilted her head, cocking an eyebrow at him. “So…I brought the items you asked me for. A blouse and a pencil skirt and the red lipstick.” She bit her lip, her eyes bright. “What did you have in mind?”

He grinned, his cock growing heavy. “I’m not your boss anymore, but what if we pretended, just for a little while, that I was?”

A wide smile spread across her face. “You want to role play your fantasy.”

He nodded. “If you’re up for it.”

“Well, I’m already wet just thinking about it, so I’d say that’s a yes.”

He leaned forward and kissed her. “Go get changed when you’re finished eating.”

She smirked at him. “Yes sir, Mr. Prescott.”

Kayla stepped out of Sebastian’s bathroom wearing a black button-down blouse, unbuttoned low enough that the lacy top of her soft pink bra peeked through, a matching set of lacy panties under her light gray pencil skirt and a pair of black pumps. She was a little nervous about the heels with her newly healed ankle, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be standing in them very much. She’d taken her hair down, leaving it falling around her shoulders and had slicked on her favorite red lipstick. The one Sebastian had admitted he wanted to see smeared all over his cock.

God.

A giddy thrill charged through her at the knowledge that she was very likely about to get her brains fucked out. She clenched, her lacy panties already wet. Anticipation had her stomach fluttering.

She smiled when she took in the scene he’d created. He’d set himself up at the kitchen table, his laptop open. He’d even changed into a white button-down and olive green pants. His collar was open, just like it had usually been at work, and his sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms.

A sudden, intense emotion slammed into her and it took her a second to identify it. She pressed a hand against her chest as she stared at him. He wasn’t just attractive or hot. He was beautiful, physically, but on a deeper level than that too. Scars and all, he was beautiful.

It was regret knotting her belly, she realized. Regret that she hadn’t been better to him, that she’d wasted three years of her life wishing he didn’t exist. Regret that maybe, just maybe, if she hadn’t been so busy judging him, she would’ve seen below the surface.

She cleared her throat softly and stepped forward. He didn’t look up from his computer, simply calling her into his “office” with a crooked finger. He kept typing whatever it was he was typing, making her stand there, waiting. Finally, he finished and closed the laptop.

“Kayla. You wanted to see me?”

She moved forward, still standing several feet away from him. “Yes. I need your help.”

“Which project?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

She shook her head, her hair ticking her oversensitive skin. “It’s not a project. It’s actually…it’s more of a personal problem.”

He frowned, his brows knitting together. “Is everything okay?”

She swallowed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Um, yeah. Everything’s okay. I’ve just been having a really hard time concentrating at work lately. I can’t seem to focus.”

He rubbed a hand over his mouth. “Any idea what’s causing this? It’s not like you to be unfocused.”

She bit her lip and met his eyes. “Um. I’m not sure how to say this.”

“You can talk to me, Kayla. I’m your boss. It’s my job to make sure you have what you need to perform at your best.”

“Well, um, the problem is you.”

His eyes widened. “Me? In what way?”

She inhaled a shaky breath and moved