Maid to Love You

by Ylana MIlls

  "What are you talking about?" she asked, frowning at his idea of paying her back. He had earned his money with his hard work, why would she ever want it back?

  "This has never been about the money, Eliza. I would still iron your clothes… and cook for you, and all the stuff, for free."

  Now if that didn't show how much he cared about her, he wondered what did. Ironing for free, of all things! He hoped she would realize that only a man who is blindly in love would volunteer to perform such a daunting task.

  When he looked at her, though, he knew that his message had gotten across. The spark was back in her eyes, and a little smile was beginning to curl her lips.

  "Now wouldn't that be slave work?"

  "I was thinking more of a volunteer kind of stuff."

  "Like, you would volunteer to be my maid?"

  "Housekeeper."

  "Right. So you're not in it for the money, I see."

  She let out a sigh.

  "You might still be in it for the sex, though."

  'Busted,' he thought, unable to stop a smile forming in his lips. He swayed back and forth, looking at the ground.

  "Oh, I am in it for the sex," he whispered, raising his eyes to look at her again. "But not only for the sex."

  "Really?" Eliza muttered, fully aware that the change in his tone of voice and that look in his eyes had just steered the conversation in a new direction.

  "Really," he replied, taking a step closer to her.

  "Can you prove that?"

  "What?"

  By now, he had already reached for her waist, and his eyes never left hers. Those eyes… Oh, she would end up getting into trouble because of those eyes.

  She smirked. Who was she kidding, anyway? She was knee-deep in trouble already. All she had to do was to take the plunge.

  Her body was ready. So was his, judging by the twitching shaft brushing against her hip.

  "Can you stay clear of me for one week? Meaning, no sex, no petting, no snogging… at all?"

  "No… " he whispered, turning her body around so that her back was pressed against him. "Seven minutes, maybe… Seven hours, if I try really hard…" as he spoke, he made sure to pull her body closer, so that she could feel his very obvious growing erection. "But seven days…"

  She felt the familiar shivers going up and down her spine as he breathed into her neck, his hands reaching for the buttons of her shirt.

  "Too bad, then," she replied, while her brain was still working properly. Or almost properly, at least. "I was going to propose a challenge."

  Devon had to smile. Eliza Clark and her challenges. He could only hope that, this time, it didn't involve cleaning rooms or finding bank statements in boxes of condoms.

  "I get the feeling I will regret asking this…" he said, before biting her earlobe and sliding his mouth down her neck, kissing and sucking it as he finished unbuttoning her shirt, gently peeling it off her shoulders and arms and letting it fall to the ground. "But, what challenge?"

  Her hands reached behind her to hold his hips as he pressed all the right buttons of her body. She would be late for work. Oh, yeah. Damn right she would. If only she could bring herself to escape his grasp.

  If only she wanted to.

  "If you could keep your hands away from me for one week," she said, as he unclasped her bra, "maybe I would believe you're with me because you really care."

  And then, she had to stifle a chuckle when she thought of her situation. As she announced what his little challenge would be, the fact was that she was the one who was partially naked and almost begging him to take her, while he still had all his clothes on and was keeping his cool despite the throbbing erection that rubbed insistently against her back.

  It didn't look like she was the one setting the rules at all.

  "Ok," he whispered into her ear, and then proceeded to press soft kisses along her shoulder. "Suppose I do, what happens then?"

  Fucking tease. She was sure he was having a hell of a good time just hearing her moan as he calmly kept the conversation going.

  "Come on, Devon…" she murmured, clutching the fabric of his jeans as he cupped her breasts and traced soft patterns around her hardened nipples. "Gimme some skin here, it's not fair…"

  He chuckled against her neck, before pulling his T-shirt over his head.

  "Better?" he asked, pressing his bare chest against her back as he returned his attention to her breasts.

  "Uh-hum," she hummed, closing her eyes as the warmth of his skin blended with hers.

  "What happens then, Eliza?" he whispered, as one of his hands traveled to the zipper of her jeans. "If I win the challenge?"

  "Whatever you want to," she replied, kicking her flats away as Devon slowly pulled down her pants.

  "You telling me…" he whispered, pressing kisses along her jaw line as she finally stepped out of her jeans, "that if I manage not to have sex with you for a week, I will eventually… get to have sex with you?"

  "Precisely."

  His hand had reached between her legs and his fingers were now rubbing a wet spot in her panties. She was so fucking turned on… His breath caught in his throat and he bit his lip as his hand slid into her underwear to touch her moist slit. One touch, only one touch, and her sex was opening up to allow his finger inside.

  "But then, if I don't resist it…" his voice was hoarse when he spoke again. "We'll have sex anyway, I suppose."

  "We might."

  Her voice was shaky, and it was likely due to the fact that Devon had just slipped another finger inside her, and was massaging her bud with his thumb.

  "Sounds like a silly challenge to me," he whispered.

  Her mouth was dry, and her legs quivered as slowly but steadily he sent her over the edge. She had to chuckle, though. His cock was twitching against her back, his fingers were working their magic on her and still, still, he found it in him to call her challenge 'silly'.

  The man was obviously a sucker for banter.

  "Oh, you know what? You're right," she mumbled, hoping her voice wouldn't falter as her heart raced with the rush of pleasure taking over her body. "Just forget about it. I knew you wouldn't be able to hold back."

  "What do you mean, I wouldn't be able to?" he whispered back. "You think I'm some sort of sex addict?"

  "Never said that."

  "You know what…"

  He then kissed the back of her neck, and slowly withdrew his soaked fingers from her just when she was about to peak.

  "Seven days? I'm game."

  Her breath was now coming in short gasps, but she wouldn't let him have the upper hand. She tried to keep her cool when she spoke again, but failed miserably at it: only after he had taken his hand back from inside her panties, did she realize what kind of underwear she was wearing.

  "Oh my God…" she whispered, with her eyes wide.

  "What?"

  "Nothing," she moaned, trying to stifle a chuckle.

  "Turn around. Let me look at you."

  When she did, her eyes were full of lust, and still, she looked awfully embarrassed.

  It would still take time for him to figure out what Eliza Clark was all about.

  "Why are you trying to cover yourself, woman?" he asked, seeing Eliza's hands move uncomfortably around her body.

  "Devon…" she said, looking mortified. "I'm wearing boyshorts. And not the sexy type. I don't know if it qualifies as sex material."

  He couldn't believe his ears. His cock throbbed painfully as he devoured her body with his eyes, finding every single inch of it very high quality sex material, including her glasses and her humble grey boyshorts.

  "What… what are you talking about?" he asked with a mixture of a frown and a smile.

  He particularly found boyshorts very sexy. Especially on Eliza Clark.

  She bit her lower lip, finally letting her arms fall to her side as his hungry eyes fell upon her breasts.

  "The night I was drunk I think I had something classier on," she whispered, scraping his chest
with her nails and pressing a soft kiss to his Adam's apple as she slowly unzipped his jeans.

  "Eliza, you're hilarious," he whispered back, shuddering as her tongue danced across a sensitive spot in his neck. "Do you honestly think I remember what you were wearing that night?"

  She took a step back to look at his face, touching his jaw and watching intently as he clenched it. Her other hand was reaching for his cock, and she kept her eyes on his as he gasped when her fingers finally wrapped around him.

  "You're so fucking hard…" she purred, feeling her own muscles contract at the prospect of having him inside her.

  "Eliza…" he moaned when her fingers brushed against the tip of his swollen cock. "This time… I want to go all the way with you."

  "I'll punch you if you don't," she whispered, before catching his lower lip in her mouth, sucking and nibbling at it as her tongue sneaked out to caress his.

  He kicked his shoes away and climbed out of his jeans and boxers without breaking the kiss, and proceeded to lift her in his arms and wrap her legs around his waist.

  "I guess we are really meant to do it here, aren't we?" she said, laughing as he lowered her body onto the couch.

  "I guess so," he whispered back, blinking excitedly as he positioned himself between her legs.

  'You're so beautiful,' they both thought, as they stared into each other's eyes.

  She smiled again as she brought his mouth to hers for another hungry kiss. He chuckled into her mouth as his fingers reached for the elastic band of her underwear.

  "Just so you know, I'm only removing these because at this point, I really have to," he said, with a gleeful smile as he searched for her eyes. "I still think they look great on you."

  She shook her head as he got rid of her underwear, and when there was no trace of clothing separating their bodies, she remembered.

  "Oh shoot… The condoms… they're all in my bedroom," she whispered with a frown.

  He gave her a quick peck on the lips and reached out for a red glass container on the side table behind him, fishing a condom from inside it as he wiggled his eyebrows.

  "I don't believe it!" she laughed, looking at his smiling face. "You put condoms in the candy jar?"

  "Honey, there was never any candy in it," he replied with a raised eyebrow, as he unrolled the condom down his shaft. "So, I figured… why not?"

  "Very inappropriate…" she whispered, taking a long breath when she felt him touch her moist entrance, "but practical, I must admit."

  "Right?" he replied, raising his eyes to hers as he tapped her clit with the tip of his cock. "If you inspect closely, you will find out I hid condoms in every single corner of this place… so we'll never be caught off guard."

  She laughed again, partially because of his words, and partially because of the pleasure shooting up from between her legs.

  "I guess that's what happens when you get Devon Shaw for a housekeeper, huh?" she said.

  He smiled at her words, tilting his head before speaking again.

  "You should see what happens when you get me for a boyfriend."

  And then, he held his breath.

  What a time to say something like that.

  Luckily for him, Eliza Clark was feeling bold.

  "I can hardly wait to find out," she whispered, gently rubbing his arm and looking at him with another smile on her lips.

  "Eliza?"

  "Hmm?"

  "You awake?"

  "I am."

  "Sober?"

  "Yeah."

  "Can our bet wait?"

  "It will have to."

  And then, she felt him slip inside her, and little jolts of electricity raided her body as he kept pushing deeper.

  "Oh, yeah, Devon," she moaned, her nails digging into his hips as he filled her. "Fuck yeah."

  He stood still for a moment, waiting for her body to adjust to his length before pulling out and delving back in again, slowly increasing his tempo with each thrust. She was so fucking tight… He would really have to watch his pace, or her hot wetness would drive him over the edge far too soon.

  "Fuck, Eliza…"

  He reached for a cushion and placed it under her lower back, so that she could tilt her hips upward as he thrust deeper into her, in a much more favorable angle.

  "Oh God," she gasped, as his shaft rubbed against her clit on its way in, and then out. He was glad that angle was doing the trick for her, although the fact that she was now clenching her muscles around his cock wasn't making it any easier for him to delay his orgasm.

  They kissed again, and this time their tongues clashed and their teeth scraped each other's lips as their movements became more erratic and urgent. He was breathing heavily into her mouth. She was moaning into his. The sound of his cock moving in and out of her slippery hole only heightened their bliss.

  She was getting close, and so was he.

  "Devon…" she moaned, feeling her whole body throb as her climax neared. "I'm gonna… "

  Before she could finish her sentence, her words got lost somewhere in her throat and ended up replaced by a loud cry of pleasure. She arched her back and her nails dug into his shoulders with enough strength to draw blood.

  "Fuck!"

  Between the pain in his shoulders and the warmth spreading around his cock when Eliza locked him inside her as she came, Devon felt his face contort with pleasure as he too cried his release.

  "Eliza!" he gasped as the tip of his cock pushed further into her, spurting his seed as his muscles contracted. "Oh fuck… Fuck…"

  His heart rate had risen to its limit, and as it slowly started going back to normal, he let his body collapse over Eliza, feeling her chest heave up and down as she too tried to catch her breath.

  "This…" she whispered, after a long minute of silence in which she merely caressed his hair with the tips of her fingers. "We have to… do this… again."

  He smiled onto her chest, unwilling to move.

  "Agreed," he moaned back, kissing her lips and then lifting his body from hers against his will, to carefully pull out of her before any… accident happened.

  Eliza glanced lazily at his sweat-covered body as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom, letting her eyes soak in his figure. He had a magnificent bum. And great legs too. Great back… and shoulders. Her eyes fell upon ten bloody spots near his shoulder blades, and she bit her lower lip.

  "I think I hurt you," she said, bringing herself to a sitting position when he reappeared in the room.

  "You mean the shoulders?" he asked, as he sat by her side on the sofa, pulling her legs over his lap. "Nah, I'm fine," he then turned his head to look at her with a sassy smile. "But I'm planning to take it to court, regardless. Can you see the headline? 'Maid abused by employer shocks small community in Tallahassee'."

  She let out a chuckle.

  "A real scandal. Brace yourself for the paparazzi," he said, leaning over to kiss her again.

  Then, something buzzing near them caught his attention.

  "Did you hear that?" he asked.

  "My cell phone," she replied, and her eyes were wide when she spoke again. "Oh God, what time is it?"

  "9:10," he answered, looking at her phone screen after finally locating it inside the one of the pockets of her jeans.

  "WHAT?" she shot up from the couch.

  "Ssh. Someone is calling you."

  "Fuck!"

  "Won't you answer?"

  "Fuck!"

  Her eyes darted madly around the room as she picked up her clothes from the floor.

  "I was supposed to be at school by 8!"

  "Yes?"

  Her jaw dropped when Devon answered her phone.

  "What are you doing?" she mouthed, but he just waved her off.

  "Oh, I'm sorry, this is actually her housekeeper," he said. "Oh, I see. I apologize for that," he raised his glance to Eliza. "You see, it is actually my fault. I came in today feeling… ill," Eliza rolled her eyes as he spoke, and he had to stifle a chuckle. "Ms. Clark stayed t
o take care of me. She intended to call you, but she couldn't find her cell phone."

  He kept pacing the room, ignoring Eliza's gestures for him to hang up.

  "If she's going to work?" he looked at her again, and saw her nodding. "Yes, she is going to work. When?" he frowned, trying to decipher what she was mouthing. "In thirty…" she shook her head, "sorry, I mean twenty…" she nodded. "She will be there in twenty minutes."

  Eliza covered her eyes and shook her head as he kept on talking.

  "Me? Oh, yes, I do feel better," he said, as another smile curled his lips. "Much better. Thank you. Ok.I apologize again. You too."

  "You are unbelievable," Eliza said, when he finally hung up.

  "You're welcome."

  "I… I need to take a shower."

  "What a coincidence!" he replied, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Me too!"

  "Devon?"

  "What?"

  "I'm sorry, love," she whispered, placing a hand on his chest and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "But the bet is now officially on."

  "Oh, come on," he complained. "You can't be serious!"

  "Seven days."

  He let out a sigh, picking up his clothes from the floor as his shoulders drooped in defeat.

  "Eliza Clark… You will drive this man insane."

  She giggled at his words, and then rushed to the shower.

  Chapter 7: Temptation Waits

  Those would be very interesting seven days.

  It was not as if he hadn't been able to avoid Eliza Clark for longer than that before: he had, rather successfully, done so while he thought she had a boyfriend.

  Now, however, things were slightly more complicated. Technically, he was the boyfriend this time. Or, not quite. Actually, he was still the housekeeper. More like a volunteer, though. Details, schmetails. Whatever his status was, the fact remained he and Eliza had come together the day before. Rather literally.

  And then, there was that challenge. One week, no sex, no petting, no snogging. Ha…! Give a man a glass of water and he is likely to leave it untouched. Take it away from him, and tell him he is not allowed to have a drink, and you will see what a desperately thirsty man looks like.