“Please be aware, this is a severe weather warning alert. As of 9:08 pm the city of Montreal is officially in a blizzard watch. The city officials are encouraging everyone to seek shelter immediately. Anyone on the streets after 9:30 pm will be cited for resisting authorities. This is not a drill.”

I look at Carey, a little disappointed with what the radio is saying.

“I guess I have to get home now.” I say, putting my playing cards down. The power in Carey’s apartment went out about half an hour ago, and we decided to pass the time playing poker by candle light. We’re been together a little over two months and he’s honestly already the most amazing man I’ve ever had the pleasure of being around.

“You could just spend the night. We can cuddle for warmth.” He suggests, raising an eyebrow. I lean over to kiss him.
“I have to go to work in the morning.” I say, looking down at my yoga pants and Canadiens hoodie. “And I don’t think my boss would be okay with me showing up in this.”
“Okay.” He sighs, a little disappointed.

I really want to stay, and his sad face is killing me. The sexual tension between the two of us has been so high ever since the other night when we slept together for the first time. And the second time.

“You know, your apartment is only just around the corner. You could quickly walk home and get some clothes and then come back.” He suggests hopefully.
“Carey, it’s already almost 9:30. By the time I get down to street level and get home it’s going to be crazy outside.” I say, disappointed myself.
“I know. I was just really hoping to spend some time with you.”

We stand and he walks me towards the door, helping me into my jacket. I turn and he captures my lips in a searing kiss, filled with desire. It quickly becomes heated and Carey pushes me against the wall, covering my body with his. His tongue parts my lips and explores my mouth, reminding me of what it can do in other places of my body as well. I grab his lower back and bring him closer to me, feeling the bulge growing in his pants. I’m out of breath and completely turned on and want nothing more than to spend the night here in Carey’s bed completely naked. But I know I can’t.

I pull away reluctantly and catch my breath.

“Nat.” He whispers. “Please stay with me.”
“Carey you know I can’t. Believe me, I would if I could.”
“I know.” He looks down, dejected.
“Go take a warm shower and take care of your friend here.” I joke, patting his bulge. “By the time you’re done I’ll be home and we can talk on the phone until we fall asleep.”
He sighs, but nods his head.
“Be safe getting home?” He asks.
“Of course.” I push up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips.

He opens the door and I slip out, heading for the stairwell. I sigh knowing I’m going to have to walk down all seventeen flights of stairs. At least when I get to my apartment I’ll only have to walk up six.

I finally reach the bottom and sadly wave goodnight to the security guard.
“Do you want an escort getting home?” He asks, knowing I’m just going around the corner. I look outside at the mounds of snow building on the street.
“No thanks. I think I can make it. Have a good night.”

Just as I reach for the door, my phone begins to blare the familiar tone for my boss. I quickly pull it out of my jacket pocket and answer.

“Hello?”
“Natalie, fantastic I’ve reached you.” She says. “I just wanted to let you know that we’ve decided not to open tomorrow. I have a feeling everything in the entire city is going to be shut down anyway. But in case it’s not, we want you all to just stay at home and be safe.” My smile crosses my face in a flash.
“Thank you for telling me! I was about to head home but now I’m just going to stay where I am!” I laugh.
“Fantastic. Have a good night, Nat.”
“You too.”

I hang up and smile brightly at the security guard, who is smiling back at me.

“Would you like me to call Mr. Price and let him know you’re coming back up?” He asks.
“No thank you. I’d like to surprise him.” I respond, heading back towards the stairs.
“Have a good night.” He laughs.

The walk back up seventeen flights of stairs should be torture, but my brain hardly processes the burn in my legs. All I can think about is getting back up to Carey. I finally reach his floor and get to his door. I try the doorknob, hoping he forgot to lock it again. I get lucky and it opens easily.

“Carey?” I call. There’s no response, but I notice that the kitchen and living room have both been cleaned up from our dinner. He must be back in his room waiting for me to get home and call him.

I head back to his closed bedroom door and knock softly. There’s no answer, so I open it slightly. Carey isn’t anywhere to be seen, but I hear the sound of his shower running and see steam coming from his bathroom. The only light in the room comes from a candle on his bedside table.

A low moan makes my breath hitch. I was only joking about taking a warm shower, but I guess he wasn’t.

Completely turned on, I quickly shed my clothes and make my way to the bathroom.

“Natalie.” He moans, not knowing I can see him gripping his length and flicking his wrist.

I feel my desire pooling between my legs and bite my lip to keep from moaning myself. His wrist jerks harder and my eyes bug out.

“Fuck, Nat.” He whispers.

I quietly make my way towards the glass door and open it, startling him.

“What-”

I cut him off by forcing myself on him, connecting our lips. He quickly overcomes the surprise and pins me against the wall, his hands roaming my body. Our lips move furiously against one another and he presses one thigh between mine. His muscles press against me and I arch my back, desperate for contact with him.

Getting the hint, Carey picks me up and I wrap my legs around him, never breaking our kiss. He lines us up and presses gently into me, eliciting a long moan from both of us. Turns out the thoughts I’ve had about his size and the other night were indeed a great memory, and not just a wonderful fantasy.

“Fuck.” He whispers.

I move my lips to his neck and bite him gently, letting him know it’s okay to go. And go he does. Carey begins softly, but quickly picks up the pace. Both of his hands are gripping my ass and he has my back firmly against the shower wall. His thrusts are strong and precise, exactly like Carey.

My head drops back against the tile and my hands grasp at his hair, shoulders, neck, biceps. Whatever I can reach I grab onto as he pounds into me, lighting up every nerve ending I have.

“Carey.” I moan when he inches deeper into me.
“Mmmmh.” He moans in response.

His grunts become more frequent and his thrusts become a little sloppy, clueing me into the fact that he’s likely close. I keep one hand wrapped around his neck, but the other moves south along my body, searching for relief.

My fingers hit my clit and I squeak at the intense feeling. Carey’s eyes widen when he realizes what I’m doing and his thrusts get harder.

“Nat, baby. You’re so fucking sexy. Holy shit.” He murmurs.
“I’m so close.” I pant.
“Me too.” He admits. “Come for me, Natalie.”

I tweak my fingers again and Carey hits me deep at the same time, causing every nerve ending in my body to fire. I scream out and gasp as I release, gripping his cock with everything I have. He groans loudly and buries his dick inside me, warmth spreading between my legs.

We stand there for a minute, the hot water running over us. Eventually, Carey pulls out and puts me down, turning to grab his soap. I take it from him and wash his body off, thoroughly enjoying running my hands all over him. He does the same for me, peppering light kisses along my neck line.

When we’re both done, he turns off the water and reaches outside the shower for a towel. He wraps one around me first and then reaches for another, wrapping it around himself. After we’re both dry, he blows out the candle in the bathroom and we head towards his bedroom, laying down on the bed.

“So why did you come back?” He asks, trailing his fingers lightly along my naked side.
“I got down to the lobby and my boss called. She said even if the city doesn’t completely shut down over night, we’re still not opening tomorrow. I really didn’t want to leave you, so I came right back up.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t get all the way home before she called.” He says.
“Me too.” I respond, pressing my lips to his shoulder.
“You know, they say sharing body heat is the best way to stay warm during a blizzard.”
“I can think of a couple ways we can stay warm, Mr. Price.” I joke.

He smiles and brings our lips together. I can feel him hard against my leg and part my legs, allowing him to slip into me softly. This is going to be a good night.

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