Snowed in with the Enemy

Clean Seconds

❄ Camille ❄

The power had stayed on. Sebastain and I got busy as we folded blankets, threw away the rubbish, and packed everything back where we had found it. The process didn’t take long, and it was a perfect distraction. It also meant we didn’t need to talk to each other. Still, I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked around the lounging area.

“Margaret will assume we hosted a client event,” I said, and Sebastian glanced over at me. His lips twitched, but he didn’t smile.

“A high-end one. Pretzels included,” a laugh almost slipped out, but it died fast. Even joking felt risky. Outside, the storm still battered the glass. It wasn’t as loud, and it was obvious that the storm wasn’t completely over. But it had eased enough. “You should check if there is hot water,”

“Oh?” I wanted to take a long, hot bath when I got home, but there was something in his eyes that made me pause.

“Just in case, Camille. We don’t know how it looks out there...it could still be hours,” he said, and I knew he was right. The doors were still sealed with snow, and the sounds of the storm still rattled against the windows. Yes, it had died down, but we had no idea what was happening outside. The power being on helped with the chill. The constant flow of warmth from the vents helped a lot, but I understood what he wasn’t saying. It was better for us to be found clean. I shivered as I finally nodded and made my way to Margaret’s office. The first thing I did was open the hot water tap by the basin. The water spluttered, and I could hear the pipes groaning in response. But I waited patiently until finally the water came through strong and hot. I got undressed and stepped into the shower before I turned on the taps. Warm water flowed, and it heated quickly.

“Thank f**k,” I muttered under my breath as the steam rose and my muscles loosened. But the warmth brought back the memory of Sebastian’s hands on my body, and I should have been embarrassed. The way my body had reacted had been insane. I pressed my forehead against the tile as I remembered every second of last night. The warm water continued to cascade over my body like a lover's caress, soothing the chill that lingered on my skin. Rivulets of water rolled over my perky breasts, teasing my hardening n*****s. I let out a soft whimper as heat filled me as the memory of Sebastian’s touch lit the fire inside my belly. I had loved how his fingers had explored me so deliberately. The way he had circled my c**t with just the right amount of pressure before he had slipped his finger inside of my p***y. The memory ignited a need that I couldn’t ignore. I allowed myself to slide down the slick tile until I landed on my ass. I lowered myself in an awkward position with my head against the tile wall and my legs spread as wide as possible. The steady stream of water coated my p***y in a delicious way that made me groan with pleasure.

I wanted to orgasm.

I needed it.

I ran my fingers over my breast and squeezed gently before I pinched my n****e between my thumb and forefinger. It sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I rolled it slowly. Tugging lightly as the sensation grew sharp and delicious under the relentless stream of warm water that beaded on my skin. It felt like tiny kisses, and my other hand drifted between my legs, and the water pounded against my c**t as I parted my folds with two fingers. I tapped the tip of my finger against my sensitive c**t, and my p***y clenched with need, slick with more than just the shower’s heat. I circled and teased my c**t until I could barely stand it before I thrust a finger inside. I remembered the feel of his thick, hard c**k in my hand as I fingered my p***y at an almost punishing pace. I abandoned my n****e to rub my c**t while I added a second finger.

“f**k, f**k, f**k,” I chanted as my p***y suddenly clenched around my fingers. “Sebastian,” I called out softly. The name of the enemy who would now haunt my fantasies. The aftershock of my intense orgasm tingled throughout my body as I removed my fingers and carefully got to my feet. For a moment, I considered calling him. I considered begging him to f**k me with that monstrous c**k of his. I wanted him in ways I couldn’t explain. My p***y clenched with need, but I ignored it as I grabbed the soap and washed away the evidence of my behavior. I stayed under the spray until my breathing had steadied, and my body was clean. Once I got out, I dried off and got dressed in my own clothes. The familiar fabric felt like armor, and I breathed out in relief.

“Was it good?” Sebastian asked when I walked into the lounge area. I froze as I stared at him in shock. Had he heard me? Shame washed over me, and he frowned. “Was it good, Camille?”

“I...ah...what?”

“The shower? Was there hot water?”

“Oh...oh! Yeah,” I hurried past him and sat down on the couch. “Yeah...go and shower. It was great...um...yeah...I will call Lucinda for an update,” Sebastian left, and for a moment, I shamelessly watched him walk away. I took a deep breath, clenched my legs together, and called Lucinda.

“Hey, Cam,”

“Any update on clearing the entrance?”

“They are clearing the main road first,” she explained. “Municipal crews are working through the drifts. Everyone who can is out there helping to clear roads and stuff...don't worry, Cam, they will get to you as soon as they can,”

“Thank you.”

“Oh, and just so you know, I spoke to Margaret as well,” Lucinda added. “She freaked out, then went into boss mode. She says you two must stay inside until someone arrives,” I let out a small, breathy laugh.

“Of course,”

“Yeah, just hang on, Cam. Help is coming soon,” she said. I thanked her again before we hung up. We were close to being rescued. Close to stepping back into normal life. But normal had never included Sebastian Pierce’s hands, or the way my body reacted to him, even when my head insisted we were enemies. But there wasn't anything I could do about it now. We had crossed that line.

I had crossed that line.

And I had no idea what life would look like now. Would we still be enemies? Would I always look at him and remember the feel of his hands on my body? Would I always remember the way his c**k felt in my grip? I shook my head to try to clear my mind.

Those were problems I would face another day. Not today.

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