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in the ravenous look in his eyes. In one strong push, his fingers were inside me again, my lips on his. He finger-fucked me like that, our lips tangled, his thumb playing tight circles on my clit until I couldn’t handle it anymore.

“I’m going to come, Brooks,” I panted, lips grazing his. Then his finger was under my chin, forcing my face up to his, our eyes locked.

It was intense.

I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I’d never been attracted to intense guys but something about being so intimately touched and looked at in that way—it made me feel close to Brooks, like he didn’t think of me as Britta the maid, but just me.

My orgasm took control, my thighs squeezing around his tight waist, fingers holding him by the belt. The warmth of his waist against the back of my fingers sent me over the edge, my sex gripping him so tight. Releasing, tightening, over and over as I panted out, screamed out, moaned out his name. “Brooks, Brooks, oh Brooks.” His name echoed inside my veins as the fog of my orgasm lifted. It was intense. It felt so fucking good.

I’m so screwed. I want more of him now and forever.

He kissed me, his tongue discovering my mouth thoroughly before pulling away and grabbing me a napkin. He washed and dried his hands before gathering my shorts off the floor and pulling them up my legs for me. As his hands grazed my thighs, my body tingled hotly, as if I hadn’t just had the orgasm of my life. I’d never been aroused after orgasm before, but with his amber scent whirring around me, the heat of his body so near, the outline of his rock-hard cock visible—I knew I had to have more.

He kissed me again and then leaned back against the counter across from me, a smirk on his lips. God he was so sexy, how in the world was he single? The strands of ash in his sandy hair were amplified in the morning sunlight, and all I wanted to do was straddle him and feel him push that magnificent cock inside of me.

The way which I wanted him surprised me. Maybe it was just because it felt so good to finally feel good. After everything that had happened. It was euphoric to be desire by him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low, the compliment unexpected to me. It wouldn’t have mattered if Brad Pitt had shown up in that exact moment and told me I’m attractive. After hearing those words from Brooks, I knew it only mattered that he found me attractive.

“What are you thinking about, Britta?” he said, and the way my name sounded coming from a cruelly handsome man like him nearly melted me.

“How surprised I am,” I said, taking him in as he informally leaned against the counter, magical hands now in his slacks. I wasn’t surprised to feel that his body was sinewy and tight with muscle under those expensive dress clothes. I was surprised that he took me that way, so powerfully and dominant.

“Surprised?” he questioned, one peppered brow raising.

“Yeah,” I said, smoothing my hands down my tangled and messy hair, which now made me feel insecure and juvenile. “Surprised that you find me attractive, surprised that I did that… surprised I want to do more…now and, honestly, surprised that you even see me.”

“See you?” his tone was confused.

“You know, I’m me. I’m a maid. I breached your privacy. And I know you saw where I live so add ‘I’m broke’ and yeah,” I seesaw a hand in the space that separates us. “You’re you and I’m me. So, why are you doing this?” I sounded more like Melody than myself, but it all tumbled out of my mouth so quick, I couldn’t stop it. My truest feelings out there—I felt inadequate.

He paced to me, running his palms up the outsides of my thighs, his touch making my spine ripple. How could someone make you feel this good? It scared me. My breath caught.

“With my eyes closed, I would see you,” he said, leaning down, slanting his mouth over mine. I let him kiss me how he wanted, to see how he liked it and I committed it to memory, so I could kiss him just how he desired later. When he broke the kiss, I wrapped my hands around his neck and barely touched my lips to his.

“I want to make you come,” our mouths grazed as I said it, and I felt the weight of him against me again as he leaned in to me. He groaned, raw and guttural, his cock pulsing against my thigh.

Then an alarm sounded. Not an emotional alarm, an actual alarm, making us both jump.

“Oh my gosh,” I squealed, looking down at his fancy watch, as he stopped the noise coming from his phone. “7:43! I still need to call an Uber!” I panicked, hopping off the counter, racing towards the door. I made it just a few paces before Brooks was behind me, grabbing my hips, pulling me back.

“You have 15 minutes. I’ll drive you. Where are you going?” he pulled my hair back and kissed my neck. His lips were warm and though it wasn’t overly seductive, my chest tightened, and my panties were put to the test.

“Just, um, just up the road. The Nolan house,” I panted, head drifting to the side, Brooks’ length pushed against the back of me. God, I wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him, something I’d never done with any guy.

“Okay, I’ll take you there and tonight you can come back here, whenever you want.” Releasing me, he walked ahead towards the mudroom. He turned back once to cast me a wink and it made my entire being tingle. I followed him outside the butler’s pantry, to his garage and I knew where we were going because I worked there, cleaned the same counter I’d just had an orgasm on. It

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