I never planned to get stuck like this.
My boss, Mr. Kane, had asked me to join him and his son at their remote mountain cabin for a last-minute work retreat. Just the three of us. The project deadline was tight, and he promised it would only be the weekend. I agreed because I needed the overtime money… and because Mr. Kane had been starring in my filthy late-night fantasies for months. I’d touched myself more times than I could count imagining his deep voice telling me exactly what to do.
Mr. Kane is forty-eight, tall and commanding, with silver-streaked black hair, sharp jawline, and a body that still looked powerful and solid under his fitted shirts. His presence alone made my stomach flutter. His son Ethan was twenty-five, lean and athletic with messy dark hair, piercing blue eyes, a
