by Nella Tyler
"And you're also very beautiful woman," he murmured.
Before I knew it his head was leaning closer to mine. I knew that he was going to kiss me again. I was torn between wanting him to and not. I wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment. I know I should've stopped him, but then I told myself to shut up. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. I wanted to feel that flush of warmth that had surged through me last night and flowed through my veins for hours after I’d returned to my condo.
My heart rate accelerated and I felt tingling in my nipples as he leaned closer. Then, his lips were so close to mine I felt his breath, tinged with a hint of hops and barley. Then, his lips touched mine, feathery soft at first, then more firmly. The alcohol had taken the edge off my inhibitions and I found myself returning to kiss, pressing my lips more firmly against his. Before he knew it, my arms were wrapped around his shoulders and I was pulling him closer to me.
My breasts were pressed up against his rock hard chest. They tingled with sensations, while low in my belly; my nether regions also displayed their interest. The kiss was deep and elicited within me a myriad of emotions. While the kiss certainly got my body thrumming with desire, I also felt an odd sense of belonging as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. I had never felt this way before. I had never been kissed like this. In fact, I had never felt this compelled to return such a passionate kiss.
As my passion was ignited, I touched his lips with my tongue. That's all it took. The next second, his tongue was exploring my mouth and mine did the same with his, each of our tongues playing a sort of tango with each other. Give and take, give and take. My blood pumped and my body thrummed with desire.
I felt one of his hands move from my shoulder and reach for the front of my dress. I didn't stop him as his warm hand cupped my breast through the fabric and gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb rubbing gently over my nipple. It hardened into a pebble with his teasing. I was on fire, and desire set every nerve in my body aflame. I pulled him closer. I also grew more brazen, sliding one of my hands up underneath his polo shirt, the other cupping the back of his head. My fingers traced the heavy musculature of his ribs, and then splayed over his pectoral muscles, feeling his erect nipples. I groaned.
I felt myself grow damp with desire. Suddenly, one of his hands grasped mine and guided it toward his groin. I felt his heard, solid erection. For a moment, I felt a surge of warning, or panic, but then my heart rate accelerated further and my breathing grew heavier. I knew I should put a stop to this right now, but I couldn't. While my left hand rested on his erection, still tightly encased in his trousers, his right hand slid down my waistline, along my hips, and then along my thigh. Ever so slowly, his hand inched its way up underneath the bottom of my dress and explored the texture of my skin in excruciatingly small increments. It was as if he were exploring unchartered territory and giving me a chance to stop him from doing so all at the same time. I didn’t. Then, his palm cupped my pubis, sending heat waves surging through me.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or his overwhelming sexuality, but before I knew it, his shirt was off and the sleeves of my dress had been rolled down over my shoulders and sagged on my upper arms. My breasts were exposed to his view. He stared at them, one at a time, his pupils dilated with desire, his gaze full of admiration and want. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on my breasts. I arched my back, offering them to him. He obliged. I barely held back a gasp as his mouth found one nipple, circled it and the areola surrounding it, and then gave the same attention to the other. My back arched further and with my hand I pressed his head closer to my chest, encouraging him to continue. As I offered more of my breasts to him, he took full advantage. My hands then busied themselves caressing the smooth muscles of his back.
Then, ever so daring, I reached for the front of his pants. He leaned his weight into me, gently pressing me backward onto the couch, his tongue and fingers working their magic on my breasts. On my back now, with his body half-straddling mine, I unbuttoned his pants. My breath came in harsh gasps, impatient to feel the warmth of his chest pressed against mine. Freed of constraint, his erection literally fell into my hand. I grasped its solid, engorged length.
I had never felt so decadent in my life, and yet so fulfilled. It was incredible. Before I knew it, we were both divested of our clothing and my mind spinning with desire, alcohol, and the burning fire in anticipation. I realized that the kiss had turned into foreplay, and the foreplay was soon to culminate in our joining. I was hot and wet and ready.
For the briefest of seconds, I worried about protection, but then, his mouth still lathing my nipples, he reached down into one of his pockets, remove a foil packet, and, his lips leaving mine for just a few brief seconds, he glanced down at the packet and quickly tore it open. In a matter of seconds he had rolled the condom onto his erection. Then, after one more look into my eyes, and after receiving my intoxicated nod, he situated himself between my legs and plunged inside me.
Chapter 13
The next morning I woke slowly, relishing my state of comfort. I didn't open my eyes for several moments, just reveling in the moment. I couldn’t remember the time I had slept so well. The only thing that marred my blissful comfort in the bed was a pounding headache.
A pounding head. My heart thumped in horror. It all came back to me in a rush. My heart skipped a beat and then another. I frowned. I rarely drink very much, and had only experienced a hangover once while in college, and it was something that I promised I would never allow myself to do again. Then again, last evening with Luke had certainly been an experience. He was very gifted with sexual prowess and had brought me to heights of pleasure that I never even could've imagined – not just once, but two or three times. I was chagrined to admit to myself that I had lost count.
It was silent all around me, and I counted my lucky stars. Usually, my condo complex was a little noisy in the morning, as kids got ready for school, people slammed doors as they headed down to the parking lots and started their cars, radios sometimes blaring loudly until they were turned down. I was used to these everyday sounds of life as they greeted my ears. For a second, I wondered why it was so quiet and then realized, well of course it was quiet, and it was a Saturday morning. Everyone would be sleeping in.
I settled a little deeper into the bed, fingering the soft sheets beneath me. Something niggled at my brain, but it was several moments before I realized that my cotton sheets didn't feel like butter, not like this. As my fingers splayed over the fabric, I realized that this was either fine Egyptian cotton with an incredibly high thread count or silk. I opened my eyes and felt a moment of confusion. This wasn’t my bedroom. This wasn’t my condo. A surge of alarm shot through me. Where was I?
I stared up at the ceiling, then glanced around and recognized it as the bedroom at Luke’s mansion – the one I had used to change into a cocktail dress last evening before Luke and I had gone out to dinner. Then, everything else after dinner came back to me with a rush. My heart skipped a beat and fear brought a cold sensation sweeping through me. I held my breath for a moment, thinking. I was still a Luke's house, in a bed that was not mine.
Then I remembered what we had done on the sofa downstairs. My mouth felt dry, the pounding in my heart vying for attention with my pounding head. I vaguely remembered coming upstairs, Luke helping me up, and then we toppled into this bed and made mad, passionate love again…no, two or more times.
"Oh God," I whispered, and closed my eyes. My privates felt sore, which was no wonder considering the exuberance with which we had both made love last night. I had never been so uninhibited before. Worse yet, I have been uninhibited with my boss!
I moved my hands slightly, felt the sheets again and then slowly grazed my fingers upward. Just as I thought – I was naked. I turned my head, and if my heart could have stopped, it would have at the moment that I saw Luke lying on the other side of the bed, his back turned to me. The covers had been shov
ed down to his waist and his glorious, naked back met my gaze. Oh my God.
What had I done? The alcohol had not only left me with a hangover and a pounding headache, but enough remaining alcohol to leave my brain feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. My thoughts were fuzzy and I couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate. What had I done? I think I asked myself that a least a half a dozen times in under a minute. How could I get out of this? The minute I moved, Luke was likely to wake up, so I practically held my breath and lay still, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing, and my thoughts filled with nothing but horror.
I was angry with myself and more than a little embarrassed. Had he seduced me? Plied me with drink so that I would fall into his arms? No. I had been fully aware of what was going on. I could've refused the second glass of wine at dinner and certainly the two drinks he poured me at the mansion when we'd returned. I could've said no after that first kiss and definitely when he’d paused long enough to roll the condom onto his penis. But now, I had practically thrown myself at him, as sexually attracted to him, as he appeared to be to me. Then again, was he? I felt dismayed. Had I inadvertently given him the impression that he could use me anyway he wished? Was he one of those?
I frowned. While Luke certainly didn't seem to be that kind of a guy, I had to admit that I didn't know that much about him. Our talk the previous evening had stayed well away from the personal. I swore, knowing that I had bogged on asking him some important questions, too enthralled by his charm that I got distracted. I had sidestepped his questions about my history, about me, from what I could remember. On purpose? I guessed so, both on my part and his. I didn't necessarily want him knowing I was rich, and I got the impression that he had been reluctant to say anything about his new inheritance. He had not told me he felt like a fish out of water. So, as a result of our reluctance to be open and honest with each other, we were at an impasse, weren't we?
In less than a week, I had allowed myself to succumb to my baser urges. I should've known better. I was the maid! It didn't matter what my background was, or his. He was my employer! My boss! Never in my life had I ever done anything like this. I had been attracted to a couple of my professors in college, and yes, they had even flirted and one had suggested that a liaison would have been fun, but I’d never indulged in such behavior. Now I was nothing but a cliché.
This type of behavior was not me! I had never have believed I could behave in such a wanton manner, let alone with someone who employed me. Staring at his back, I could only scold myself inwardly. At the same time, I admired his form, the breadth of his shoulders, and the way his chest dipped down to a firm waistline and then further down onto narrow hips, I swallowed. Despite my horror and my hangover, I felt the needling of desire again.
Stop it, I told myself. As I stared at him I realized something. I didn’t think I would be able to get through work today…how could I? Every time I looked at him I would remember last night. Every time he looked at me, it would probably be the same. How in heaven's name could I work here? We had overstepped the bounds of decorum, and I had allowed it! I didn't know what to do. Perhaps I should just get up, get dressed, and leave. I could call him later and give him my notice of termination. I couldn't work for him, could I? Not after last night.
With a sigh, I ever so slowly pushed the covers back and sat up. I glanced down at the floor, but didn't see any sign of my clothes. Shit. They were probably lying in a heap in front of the sofa downstairs. For a moment I felt a surge of panic sweep through me. Had the chef seen the clothes strewn on the living room floor? Doubtful, as he rarely entered the house through the front door, but still. Then I saw my work clothes stacked neatly on a chair by the door. Oh thank God, I had forgotten.
My fuzzy brain was not allowing me to think straight. I had changed from my work clothes and into the dress here. If I could make it to the chair and then into the adjoining bathroom without waking Luke, I could probably stand a good chance of slipping out unnoticed.
Slowly easing myself off the bed, I quickly stepped naked toward the chair by the door. I snatched my clothes up from the chair and held them close to my chest, at least offering me some modicum of privacy and decorum. I glanced at Luke and he appeared to be asleep. His face was turned toward the bathroom door, which stood slightly ajar. I would have to go past his side of the bed to reach the bathroom.
I didn't want to change here by the bed because the noise might wake him. The last thing I wanted to do was wake him or speak to him, at least not now. My emotions were in a jumble. I felt angry and embarrassed, and yes, slightly humiliated. I didn't know what I could or would say to him.
I quickly tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door halfway. Berating myself, cursing myself for my stupidity, and calling myself an idiot, I quickly dressed. I was ready to make my escape. I couldn't face him now, I just couldn't! I would leave him a note downstairs; tell him I would see him on Monday. After all, I had the weekend off. Perhaps the weekend would give me some time to think about this. I knew, however, that the best thing to do would be to resign.
I had just stepped out of the bathroom, my focus on the bedroom door, when I heard the rustle of sheets. I cast a quick glance at Luke, startled to find him awake and watching me.
Maid for Him #2
Chapter 1
My hand froze just as I reached for the doorknob. Our eyes locked, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I had no idea what was going through Luke’s mind at that moment, as he maintained a blank expression.
"I…I didn't want-" I started to tell him I was literally sneaking out of the bedroom because I didn't want to wake him up, but I had a feeling that excuse wouldn't fly, especially since he was awake.
He rolled over, pulling the sheet with him as he rolled onto his back. The sheet barely covered his lower half and I could see the outline of his genitals under it. I felt the heat of a blush rush up into my cheeks and then quickly jerked my eyes back up to his face. When I did, I saw the slight grin that turned up the corners of his mouth. Again, my heart thudded. He looked absolutely adorable lying there half asleep, and I could just imagine what he must've looked like as a boy. He wasn't a boy anymore, but a man, and I had slept with him last night. The fact that I could hardly remember any of it was beside the point.
He made a noise, somewhere between a groan and a stretching yawn. "You're on schedule to work today, aren't you, Molly?"
I nodded. He smiled, a goofy smile that gave me a hint of his more playful side, a side of him I hadn't seen before. He held out his arms toward me. Those hands…those gifted hands and fingers. Those broad shoulders and that chest…I was sorely tempted, really I was. My stomach churned with a combination of embarrassment, uncertainty, and, okay, I'll admit it, desire. Yes, I had spent the night with him, and a slight soreness in my private area attested to the fact that we had gone at it quite hot and heavy, but did I want to rejoin him in the bed?
I struggled between desire and common sense. Common sense should win out, especially in a situation like this. This had been a bad idea from the start. I was his maid, not his plaything. Besides, what about that other woman he had been seeing, the one that was linked to him in the tabloids and that I had found about on the Internet? I didn't want to be trifled with or treated as if I were nothing but a convenient sexual object. I frowned.
"Luke…to be quite honest with you, I can't remember everything that happened last night…" I shifted my weight from foot to foot, glanced down at the floor, and then at him. "I enjoyed the evening with you, no doubt about it, but it isn't really proper-"
"Who's going to know?" he asked, folding his arms behind his head.
The movement only drew my gaze toward his gorgeous chest and rock solid abs, noting the way that his narrow waist only accentuated the breath of his chest. I traced my gaze down the thin line of hair disappearing beneath the sheet. Once again, I was forced to jerk my gaze up, only to find him gazing at me with a knowing smile. To my amazement, and alarm, I saw the sheet shift slightly and
realized that he hadn't moved his legs. A tent began to form under the sheet, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Luke, it's not about who's going to know and it's not that I didn't have fun last night. You're my boss!"
He shrugged. "So?"
I let go of the doorknob and faced him, my hands on my hips. "So? So it just isn't done! I'm your maid and you’re my employer. What if it gets out? I'm not sure if you realize the ramifications of dallying with your maid or any other staff member," I said. "I've had a bit of experience in that regard-"
He lifted an eyebrow. "You’ve slept with other employers?"
I shook my head and scowled. "No! Of course not!" I tapped down the inkling of anger that rose within me. "But I know of those who have, and believe you me, their situations didn't turn out very well. Not only do they end up with a bad reputation, but employers are reluctant to hire them, afraid of claims of sexual harassment."
He stared at me for several moments, contemplating my words. "You're getting paid regardless, so-"
"Luke, I’m getting paid to clean your house, not to sleep with you!" A thought struck me and my eyes widened with horror. “Besides, I wasn’t prepared last night, and I don’t need to end up-”
“I wore a cover, Molly,” he sighed. “You don’t remember?”
I shook my head. I only recalled bits and pieces of our night in bed together, unfortunately, but the pieces I did remember were delicious. He had worn a condom? I didn’t recall. My head pounded. I felt like someone had struck me right between the eyes with a heavy object and the dull throb was grating on my nerves.
He sighed, his voice still sleepy, his hair mussed. He shifted onto his side, leaning his head on a bent elbow as he continued to contemplate me. The sheet shifted slightly lower, exposing his left hip and a tiny corner of the nest of curls that hid his growing erection. For the third time, I jerked my gaze from that specific area of his body and tried to concentrate on his face. A five o’clock shadow darkened his jaw, giving him an even more handsome appearance. Crap. Why did he have to be so good looking?
