I almost come completely undone when my boss slips his fingers inside my panties. It seems so taboo to be doing this with the noise from the party just a few feet away on the other side of a fake ice structure. We’re barely hidden from my co-workers but I don’t give a damn. The tremors in every limb turn into white sparks like lightning when the cold ice hits my entrance.

But oh my freaking god, Milo’s hard forceful fingers grazing at my pussy as he pushes the freezing shard inside me almost blow the top of my head off.

I moan and grasp his impressive biceps. I never noticed before how ripped his arms are and I’d love to get a look at him uncovered. It’s disgusting, I’m decadent, acting like this in public but it’s so delicious I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I even thrust my pelvis forward without realizing it, trying to swallow his fingers.

No one has ever touched my body the way Milo does. I doubt I would ever have allowed it with any of the guys I’ve dated before. But with Milo it seems so right. My boss is not like the men I’ve known up until now. Maybe because he’s more experienced and knows his way around a woman. Can a decade of age difference mean so much?

“Please,” I moan.

“You don’t have to beg me, Aura. I’m one hundred per cent yours. That’s just something to remember me by until later,” Milo husks as he watches me tremble. “I knew I was going to fuck you before the year was out. And that you’d belong to me.”

“Belong?” I whimper.

I ought to tell him I’d never belong to a man but I don’t. Because being possessed by Milo sounds like the most amazing thing. Him saying he’s all mine sends even more intense shivers through me. Can he mean that? Could he really be serious about us? All I know is I want his fingers stroking me, trailing across my agonized slit and releasing the intolerable build up there.

“Yes, belong,” he says in a husky low tone. “You’re mine now. I can’t wait to taste you.”

I have to hold myself back from begging him to touch me again, to taste me with his tongue right now.

Now.

The want pressing at my center is painful. I need him so much I’d happily drop to my knees, giving the jellied joints a break, and free his cock from his pants. The way he slipped the ice between his lips, letting me know that really he wanted to be sucking my clit was the most arousing thing ever and I’m eager to return the fantasy. I need to taste him.

Now.

I murmur it out loud this time and my boss throws me a satisfied grin.

“Soon,” he rasps.

His eyes flick to the side and he points up behind my head, his voice completely changed.

“Did you notice that those icicles up there are actually real?” He says, all business, like he’s giving me a tour of the set.

“What?” I mutter, confused. Of course I noticed, one of those icicles is invigorating every nerve in my pussy.

Let’s get back to him telling me what he’s going to do to me later.

“Didn’t you like that little touch to my winter wonderland?”

I leap back against the hollow structure. I wasn’t expecting anyone to pop up beside us, least of all the Elite Bitch herself.

“Ice,” she says to Milo, her eyes flashing out meaning.

Has he played his ice shard, cube, game with her?

A rumble of jealousy rolls up me. I can’t believe he would. She’s not at all his type. Although I don’t have any reason to think that, seeing as I’ve never seen him with an actual type. I get the idea he doesn’t like to restrict himself.

“I’m glad I found you,” she says. “I wondered what you thought about announcing the baby when you give your end of year speech.”

What baby?

“I’m not giving a fucking speech,” Milo growls at her in a feral tone, his eyes flashing danger signals.

Yeah, but what baby?

“Oh but you must,” she insists and even I start to shiver at how furious Milo appears. “And the staff will be delighted to hear you’re going to be a family man in the new year.”

Milo’s face turns to dead cold rage.

What the fuck is happening?

Milo grabs Tania’s arm and pulls her out from behind the ice cave we’d secreted ourselves, leaving me alone. I inhale a deep breath and step out myself, wondering what the hell I’m going to see. But they’ve vanished, so far as I can tell. The blue light in the room is so low, to give that snowy effect, I can’t exactly make out faces.

And then it occurs to me. It falls into place like a ton of crashing bricks. They were arguing in the hallway not long ago. That was the first time I’d ever seen my boss look so irate and then this. There’s only one way to spin it and that’s Milo slept with Tania and got her pregnant. I feel nauseous and worse, my eyes are prickly wth tears threatening. I tear off the stupid mask so violently it comes off now and then a pair of hands grabs me from behind.

Furious and humiliated I whirl around and slap his face harder than I’ve ever slapped a man before.

“Ouwww,” he lets out a yell. “What was that for? You think I wanted to be stuck on BART for two hours?”

“Tai, my god, I’m sorry,” I clasp his hands and beg forgiveness over and over. “I thought you were someone else.”

“Only the strongest cocktail available is going to ease my pain,” he pouts.

“Coming up.”

A pixie happens to be circling with a tray and I dash over and grab two of the huge snowballs in a glass.

“What the fuck is this?” Tai asks when I hand it to him.

“It’s a frozen spicy pear margarita,” I tell him, then add; “And it’s as strong as - “

Too late. He’s downed a huge swig and I can tell he’s having a brain freeze, tequila snort combo. I grab a pair of giant shrimp wrapped in bacon as they pass and shove one into his mouth. He registers something like ecstasy.

“Better?”

“Man, that’s good. You get to go to the best office parties, not like my week-old Mac and cheese potluck. Just look at this place - it’s incredible.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I’m not feeling very charitable to the person who dreamt up the decor - either of them. “But my boss is a douchebag,” I say.

“Maybe but he has steel abs that would set off an airport metal screening.”

“What do you know about his abs?” I snap.

“He ran into me as I arrived,” Tai says, looking around - for more shrimp I hope, not my boss. “In a big hurry to escort some hot chick off the premises, to his man cave I’d say. But not before I copped a smooth-down over his shieldlike torso. Hey, did you see the photo booth?” Tai says, grabbing my hand and dragging me through the crowd. “It looks like we’re in the mountains at Santa’s workshop. Come on let’s get our picture. You look hot by the way.”

“Thanks.” I mutter, allowing Tai to lead me into Santa’s fairy grotto piled high with gifts everywhere.

There’s a professional photographer dressed up more like a ski instructor than Santa’s helper but once he’s positioned us and gone back to his camera, I can’t help but ask.

“You really thought she was hot?”

“Who?” Tai says from the corner of his mouth, gurning hugely for the camera. “Smile,” he nudges me.

“Tania?” I hiss back. “The chick with my boss.”

Tai swivels his gaze to face me and I know immediately that I’m busted.

“Hey, wait,” the photographer shouts as Tai drags me from the grotto. “The lady is grimacing in every shot and you forgot your gifts.”

“Thanks Dude,” Tai says taking the two small boxes and saying maybe we’d be back when he’d loosened me up.

He hauls me straight to the bar, sets down the exquisitely wrapped silver gifts with huge silver bows and orders two of the silvery drinks the bartender’s serving. Then he turns to face me.

“Okay you. Spill. Right now.”