place was well-kept despite being about ten times bigger than the two of us needed.
“Too bad everyone else is stuck in Houston or we could have a kick-ass house party,” Tiller said, opening the door and letting in the arctic air.
I reached back for my puffy coat and scrambled into it, zipping it up to my chin before hopping out of the rapidly cooling SUV.
“It has a ton of bedrooms. I think it used to be a big family lodge,” I said, coming around to the other side of the vehicle and standing next to him as we stared up and out at the many-leveled wings of the lodge. “Don’t worry. They said the bedroom wings are all closed off for people who don’t need them. The master and housekeeper’s rooms should be open for us.”
He turned to face me with a frown. “Housekeeper?”
“Me.”
“No. I know. I just… you’re not the housekeeper. You’re a guest.”
I moved toward the front door and pulled my phone out to find the security code for the keypad. “I’m their guest, but I’m your housekeeper. It’s fine. I’m sure the housekeeper’s room in this place is nicer than most people’s regular bedroom.”
“You’re not my housekeeper!” His voice carried through the frigid night. “You’re my… my…”
I waited him out so I could hear the way he always seemed to finish this sentence when it came up.
“My Mikey,” he finished weakly.
I fucking loved hearing him say that. “Be that as it may, your Mikey is just fine. If not, I know from experience I can fit in a king bed with you.” I winked at him before turning back to tackle the lock. I ignored the slight hitch of breath he took when I’d winked at him.
Being alone with him like this was oddly electrifying.
The lodge was just as stunning on the inside as it was on the outside. The decor was chunky leather and wood softened with colorful textiles and some stunning framed photographs of—what I assumed were—local flora and fauna as well as landscapes from the area.
A giant stone fireplace had pride of place in the cozy sitting room attached to the large kitchen, and I could picture spending nights curled up on the overstuffed armchair in front of the fire while Tiller watched football on the flat-screen TV from the long sofa. The kitchen itself was to die for. It had everything I could ever want and had already been stocked by arrangement with a grocery delivery company.
I was in heaven.
“It’ll do,” Tiller said with a tease in his voice. I shot him the bird without looking away from the commercial-sized mixer on a stand at the end of a pristine stainless-steel countertop.
“My precious…” I murmured, running my hands over the controls.
“I’m going to take a shower, then try out the hot tub. You want to join me?” Tiller walked over to the fridge and reached in for a bottle of water while I imagined joining him in a hot shower and helping soap up his broad shoulders and rounded muscles. “Mike?”
The image of soapy bubbles sliding between his firm ass cheeks and down his hairy, muscled legs was making me feel a little—
“Mike!”
I jumped and snapped my head up, grateful beyond measure that there was a counter between us to hide my inappropriate boss-boner. “What?”
“Hot tub. Meet me there in ten, okay? I think you could use it. You seem a little out of it.”
“Oh, uh…” I pictured him in swim trunks sliding down into the hot water as the snow settled in the hills around us and the closest person was probably at least a mile away. “Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure.”
When he left the room, I scrambled to the housekeeper’s quarters behind the kitchen and was not surprised to find a well-appointed suite complete with a mini kitchenette, a sitting area, and a giant, luxurious bathroom. I stripped down in record time and made it into the shower in time to grasp my dick for a quick stroke.
“Motherfucker,” I said with a gasp. It felt so good to touch myself while continuing the mental imagery of Tiller in the shower somewhere else in the house. I knew it was inappropriate to jerk off to thoughts of my boss, but I also knew that my brain was Las Vegas. What happened in there, stayed in there. I could use whatever it took to get off, and no one else would ever be the wiser.
I pictured him leaning over slightly to place his hands on