His Undercover Maid: An Instalove Possessive Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 190)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Okay,” I say meekly, keeping my head down. “I’ll think about it.”

  “Good girl,” Mike laughs. “Run along then,” he waves towards the door, dismissing me. Bristling with anger I get up and walk out, not sure whether to laugh or cry. I’ve bought myself some time, but for how long?

  Perhaps I shouldn’t go on our weekend getaway. Maybe I should just cut my losses and go home now.

  But then I will never know what it feels like to be taken by Sebastian, and I know that I will never meet another man like him again. If I don’t go, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life...and I will never get the chance to tell him my side of the story.

  I have to go, but I also have to face the very real possibility that it may very well be the only chance I ever have to be with him. The fallout from all of this is likely to cost me both him and my job.

  But if it means that I get to be with him just once, then it has to be worth it.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Sebastian

  I pick Rose up from her apartment in my limo, loving the wide eyed look on her face when she emerges from her building and sees me waiting there. The driver gets out and holds the door open for her, and she gets in next to me, her mouth a small ‘O’ of surprise.

  “You’re pulling out all the stops,” she says casually, but I can tell from her expression that she’s impressed. I’m not trying to show off – I'm sure she already knows how rich I am – but I want to give her a taste of luxury this weekend. Cleaning offices every day can’t be a lot of fun, and I want her to enjoy herself.

  Of course, all this is just a prelude to the more sensual joys I'm planning on giving her, and they require no money at all. Sometimes, the best things in life really are free.

  I press a button once we’ve pulled into the traffic and a small bar whirrs out of the leather interior. She laughs incredulously as a bottle of champagne and two glasses appear.

  “This is incredible. Did you hire it?”

  “It’s mine,” I tell her. “I don’t use it for everyday work however. Most people don’t keep such early hours as I do and I’m capable of driving myself. I tend to use my driver for events, important meetings etc. And this,” I smile at her, “is a very important event.”

  She blushes in that way that I find so damn sexy, and flips her hair over her shoulder self-consciously. She’s dressed in tight jeans and a simple white top, with her hair down framing her beautiful face and minimal makeup, and she looks stunning.

  “You look beautiful,” I tell her. “I’m proud to have you all to myself this weekend.”

  “Thank you,” she murmurs. She seems nervous, anxious even, and I hope she doesn’t feel like I’m rushing her or coming on too strong. I pop the champagne, which makes her laugh as it fizzes over straight into my lap, pour our glasses and then raise mine in a toast.

  “To a lovely weekend.”

  She clinks her glass with mine. When we’ve both taken a sip, I replace my glass on the tiny bar and take her spare hand with mine.

  “Rose,” I say seriously. “I want nothing more than to make love to you this weekend...but if you’re not ready, that’s okay too. We can just enjoy each other’s company. There’s no coercion here.”

  She shakes her head, a smile playing around the corners of her full lips.

  “What?”

  “I mean, can you be any more perfect?” she says in a husky voice, and whether from the champagne or my reassurance, she seems to have relaxed somewhat. “If I wasn’t already certain, I think I would be after that.”

  I grin. “Well, it wasn’t a tactic, but I’m glad to know you feel that way. I mean it though, no strings attached.” I stroke her hand, and she leans forward and brushes her lips across mine.

  “Then I’d waste the new underwear I ran out and bought today especially,” she whispers, and my cock immediately stiffens in response.

  “That would be a travesty,” I whisper back, and slide my hand up her thigh, squeezing her leg through the denim. I see her glance over my shoulder at the darkened glass that separates us from the driver, and I sit back after nipping at her bottom lip. I can wait.

  “I didn’t see you this morning. Was Mike on your rotation again?”

  She nods and immediately looks wary.

  “Did he harass you again?” I swear I will kill him if he’s attempted to lay a hand on her again.

  “No,” she says, shaking her head quickly. “He just...I got the impression that he wasn’t too happy about the other morning, but I suppose that’s to be expected.”

  There’s a wariness about her again that I sensed when she got in the limo, and I wonder if she’s telling me everything about Mike.

  “Rose...if he harasses you, you have to tell me.”

  “I will,” she assures me, then asks, “So, where are you taking me?”

  I sense that she’s trying to change the subject, but I can’t blame her for not wanting to ruin the evening by talking about that idiot. He’s clearly said something to unsettle her. I’ll have a word with him on Monday. Honestly, I can’t stand the guy and would love an excuse to fire him.

  “Luxury hotel in the Hamptons,” I say casually, smiling when her mouth drops open.

  “Wow, really?”

  “Sure. We’ll be staying in a nineteenth century manor house, with our dinner cooked by one of the best chefs in the country...and I’ve booked you in for a full body massage afterwards. You work too hard.”

  She looks uncomfortable at that. “Hardly, compared to you,” she murmurs.

  “Hey. My job is no more worthy than yours. My mother cleaned for years, it’s a good, honest job.” She winces at that, and I add, “Although I know it’s not what you want to do long-term.”

  “Let’s not talk about work,” she says, snuggling into my side and draining her champagne glass. “Tell me more about this lovely hotel.”

  We chat about everything and nothing until we arrive at our destination, and I take pleasure in seeing the look on her face at our surroundings. Once the concierge shows us to our room – or, I should say, suite – it's even better. In the bedroom the ornate four poster bed has been showered with rose petals at my request, and in the huge bathroom there’s a hot tub waiting and a fully laid out massage table. In the dining area a table for two is already laid with a bottle of white wine on ice, candles and fresh flowers, and a waiter stands ready to take our order.

  “Wow,” she says.

  “Do you want to eat now or wait a while? I’m starving,” I admit.

  “Me too...although I don’t want anything too heavy if I’m about to have a massage.”

  “I didn’t think of that,” I frown. “I’ve never done all this for a woman before.”

  She looks delighted, her eyes shining. “Really?”

  “Really. You’re special, Rose.”

  She takes her seat at the table, blushing furiously again. Now that we’re here, and so close to the bedroom, the thought of finally sinking myself inside her is consuming my thoughts. I try not to stare at her as she eats, transfixed by her every movement.

  “This food is delicious,” she says, catching me watching her.

  “So are you.”

  After a light dinner we drink wine on the balcony as the waiter clears away the table, then there’s a knock at the door.

  “That will be your massage,” I say.

  From my seat in the dining room I discover I can see the table from where I’m sitting, and I watch as Rose strips down to nothing but a lace thong and lies on her tummy on the couch with a towel covering her while the masseuse, a middle-aged woman with some impressive biceps, kneads and manipulates her muscles. I’m torn between the eroticism of her lying there half naked, covered in oil, and a twinge of jealousy that anyone else, even the masseuse, has their hands on my woman.

  As the massage begins to wind down and the other woman has pulled the towel up to work on the back of Rose’s legs, revealing part of her ass, I can’t take any more. I get up a
nd walk into the bathroom.

  “You can leave now,” I say. The woman nods and silently picks up her oils and makes her way to the main door of our suite.

  I shut the door behind the masseuse then walk over to Rose and roll her over, so she’s lying in front of me in nothing but her white lace thong. I run my eyes slowly down her body, drinking her in. I know every inch of her now, and tonight I’m going to finally claim her for my own. I reach for her breasts, palming them with my hand and rubbing the pads of my thumbs over her nipples. She closes her eyes and smiles, her lips pouting with contentment. My God, she is so fucking beautiful. I lean over her and kiss her softly, then trail my lips down to her luscious breasts, pushing them together so that I can take both nipples into my mouth at once, a move that elicits a little scream from her as I suck and lick at their stiff peaks.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you,” I tell her, feeling my cock stand at attention in my jeans and rub frustratingly against the denim.

  “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she murmurs.

  She reaches for me and rubs my cock through my jeans, and I grunt as a jolt of desire goes through me. I need to take her but I can wait. I want her wet, dripping and aching for me, so that her body accepts me without resistance. I feel so privileged to be the one that will take her virginity, that will have her writhing and naked in my arms, and I’m going to make sure she loves it so much that she will never need or want anyone else. She’s going to be mine, and I’ll fight anyone who tries to stand in my way. She was made to be mine.

  I let her unzip my jeans and take my cock out and into her hand, and I close my eyes as she tentatively starts to stroke up and down my shaft, squeezing as she goes.

  “Is that okay?” she asks, sounding unsure. I open my eyes again and down look at her.

  “It’s perfect.”

  She smiles and my words spur her on as she squeezes harder. Liquid beads at the head of my cock and I groan.

  “Not so hard,” I groan. “Or I’m going to come in your hand.”

  She giggles at that and looks triumphant at realizing her sudden power over me.

  “I want to put you in my mouth,” she says, almost shyly, and my cock jerks in her hand, clearly very happy with that idea. I nod and step closer to the massage table.

  I tip my head back and clutch the edge of the table as her soft lips close around my cock and she begins to suck on my shaft. It’s like a slice of pure fucking heaven, feeling her mouth on me. Not today, but sometime soon, I’m going to have her on her knees in front of me and she’s going to swallow my come.

  With her other hand she reaches inside my jeans and starts to fondle my balls, rolling their delicate weight in her hands, and I’m completely at her mercy in that moment, the tables have turned.

  I can feel my orgasm building fast, I cup the back of her head, gently moving her away as I pull out of her mouth. My cock aching painfully.

  “Lie back,” I order, my voice hoarse and raspy in my throat.

  She does as I say and I take her wrists and gently pin her arms over her head as I start to kiss along her collarbone while trailing my other hand along those luscious curves, down over her body to her inner thighs. I ease them apart and she opens her legs eagerly, welcoming my touch.

  I raise my head and look at her as I cup her pussy, playing gently with her clit with one finger to be rewarded by a rush of her juices. She gasps and her eyes darken with desire.

  “I love having you here like this,” I tell her as I continue to play with her. “I love feeling how wet you are, knowing that you want me.”

  “I do,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop,” she begs, and hearing her express her need for me like that turns me on.

  “Oh, I won’t,” I promise her. “I’m going to be deep inside your body, and I won’t stop until you tell me too.”

  Rose lies back, gasping when I let go of her wrists and move down the table. I take her hips and slide her down so she’s nearer the edge of the table, then help her wriggle off her panties. I bend her legs and put them over my shoulders, crouching down so that I’m eye level with her pretty pink pussy.

  I tease her, flicking my tongue around her clit and her inner lips, testing her sweet spot, then dipping just the tip in and out of her pussy. I can feel her getting increasingly wet, and the taste and smell of her arousal is driving me insane. I suck gently at her clit while reaching up to squeeze her breasts, looking up her body from between her legs. She looks divine. Like a goddess.

  I watch her intently to make sure I’m not hurting her as I carefully slide a finger inside her, moving in and out of her and carefully stretching her. When I think she is ready, I add another. She gasps.

  “Is that okay sweetheart?” I check. She nods.

  “Yes, it feels amazing,” she moans. Her voice has deepened, and her breath is coming in pants.

  Her pussy is opening up to me, unfolding like a flower, and I don’t think I'm going to have any problems with my cock, but even so, I want her to come first.

  I bring my mouth to her clit, flicking it harder with my tongue and moving my fingers against the front wall of her pussy to find her most sensitive part. Her clit swells and stiffens under my tongue and I feel her inner thighs start to tremble and I know she’s close. Suddenly Rose grabs my hair and arches her back, moaning loudly.

  “Go ahead darlin,” I groan. “Come for me.”

  “Yes,” she moans, writhing on the table. I pick up my pace, moving my tongue and fingers in time with each other, until she arches her back again and screams, bucking against me. I hold her hip, continuing as she comes against me, drinking up every last drop of her. When she finally lies back, the shuddering subsiding, I stand up and look down at her, and I know it’s time.

  “Are you ready?” I murmur. Smiling, she nods at me.

  “Yes,” she says. I pick her up and carry her through the suite to the bedroom and lie her down on the bed.

  I’ve never been so ready for anything in my entire life.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Rose

  I’m lying on the bed all sweaty and trembling, gazing up at him in wonder.

  That was amazing. I had no idea my body could do that.

  I watch him with my hands behind my head as he slowly strips, revealing his rock hard body to me again. He’s so beautiful, in a way that is so completely male. His shoulders broad, his cut abs, and those impossibly huge thighs...and of course, that massive cock. Even as wet and open as I am, I’m not sure I will be able to take all of him.

  But I’m certainly happy to try.

  Naked, he joins me on the bed. Looking down at me with an emotion that I know instinctively is about more than just sex. His lips are swollen from pleasuring me, his hair ruffled, and he looks so sexy I could just lie here and stare at him for hours, revealing in the afterglow. But then as his hands start to stroke my body, my desire ignites and I’m aching for him again. I wonder if I will ever be able to get enough of him.

  He positions himself between my legs, rearing up on his forearms, and the wet tip of his cock pushes against my damp folds, seeking its way inside me. He gazes down at me with an unreadable expression in his eyes, and I blink at the intensity of his gaze.

  “There’s no going back after this,” he murmurs. “You will be mine Rose.”

  I feel a wave of happiness wash over me even as I try to tell myself that he’s just talking in the heat of the moment.

  “Yes,” I say, knowing that I mean every word. “Yes, I’m yours.”

  Sebastian pushes the tip of his cock inside me then pauses, testing my reaction. I grab at his shoulders, urging him on, and he starts to slide himself inside me. There’s an intense and unfamiliar pressure, but no pain. I lift my legs and curl them around his hips as he starts to move slowly back and forth, and the pressure gives way to delicious waves of pleasure that ride my whole body. I bury my face in his shoulder, moaning with lust.

  His hips rock against mine, building up their rhyt
hm, and I move with him, matching his pace. My fingers dig into his back as he nips at the soft skin of my neck.

  “You feel so fucking good around my cock,” he groans into my ear. “Your pussy is so wet and tight.” His words send a stab of lust through me and I claw at his shoulders, panting as I feel yet another climax start to build. We thrust in time with each other and my thoughts scatter, so that all I can think about is him and me and the delicious rhythm of our bodies.

  “Come again for me,” he demands, and his words alone tip me over the edge just like that. My orgasm breaks over me like a crash of waves against the shore and I scream his name with abandon. It seems to spur him on too as he roars, and his body stiffness and I can feel his cock twitching inside me as he fills me with his seed.

  I’m his now.

  We lie in each other’s arms afterward, panting, his breath hot against my neck.

  This feels so right, so natural, lying here with him like this. I never want to let him go. I can’t let him go. Whatever happens now, I know that he really has made me his.

  Sebastian rolls onto his back and takes me with him so I’m lying on his chest. I run my hand through the hair on his chest as he lightly strokes my back.

  I’m no longer a virgin, and I really couldn’t ask for anything better. I look up at him.

  “I never dreamed it could be that good,” I say honestly. He grins with triumph.

  “There’s plenty more to come,” he grins, kissing the top of my head.

  I honestly can’t wait. I would be quite happy to do nothing but make love with Sebastian for the rest of my life.

  If he will have me. What happens when he finds out who I really am?

  Maybe he doesn’t have to. Once I tell Adrian I’m not doing this story, he will most likely fire me on the spot. Soon I may well be a maid for real. Sebastian will never have to know...but then what? I don’t even know what he wants from me.

  As though sensing my distress, he puts his hand under my chin and tips my face up to look at him.

  “What is it, Rose?”