His Young Maid: A Forbidden Boss Age Gap Romance Daisy Jane (love letters to the dead TXT) 📖

me higher up on the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck, kiss his jaw, my lips ending at his ear.

“I want you,” I tell him softly as he impales me with his glorious cock, stilling when he’s to the hilt.

“Don’t tease me,” he groans, and though it’s a light warning, I take it as an admission of his fear, fear of getting hurt.

“I want you,” I breath to him, moving slow circles with my hips. Motionless as he holds himself deep inside, my heart begins to race. “More than tonight,” I say, his brow cinching with strain, his sinewy arms caging me in.

It’s true, I want him. I don’t know how I could possibly know—there’s no logic in this choice. It comes straight from my heart. I want him, body and soul. I know it, as he fills me with his hard heat, his soft lips pressed to mine, the scent of our writhing bodies making me heady.

“Britta,” he growls, one of his hands going to my hip, forcing me to hold still, to stop moving. We lie there together, still, his cock stretching and filling me, pulsing gently as he holds his orgasm back. “Be mine.”

His erotic valentine sends a jolt of ecstasy down my spine, ignites a spark inside me, my body flaring with confidence, security. I didn’t know I needed this as much as I do.

I lift my head to meet his lips and our mouths clash together, ruthless and raw, and his hips move a few more times before I feel my core tighten, my legs tremble.

“That’s right,” he coaxes. “Come, come Britta, I know you want to.”

Hearing him say those words gives me a thrill I’ve never known. My heart thuds in my ears, fireworks fill my brain, my vision goes black. My body wants to snap closed, like a Venus fly trap, the pleasure is so intense. I can’t breathe yet I’m speaking but not real words, just jumbles of feelings on heated breaths. And as my body grabs and releases, taking pleasure from the steel inside me, I feel him go still again, holding himself there, deep, so deep. My entire body is whirring with pleasure as he fills the condom, throb after throb, pulsing into me, his breath heavy against my ear.

When we come down, he slides out of me and I feel hollow, placing my hands over myself, wanting to remember how he felt there just a moment ago.

He disposes of the condom and comes back with a small towel, wiping the insides of my thighs and my swollen and tender pussy. When he settles back into the bed next to me, the curves of my body seem to meld to him, our skin sticky and warm.

My eyes go closed as my body grows exhausted. He’s so comfortable, safe and though we’ve just had sex, my heart continues to flutter like a butterfly in storm. Being with him is too good and suddenly I’m afraid to not be with him.

“He’s not worth it,” I say, wanting to take my brain’s focus off of how utterly and completely I’m falling for Brooks. He’s forty-eight years old! My mother was only thirty-nine! But I find the silver that peeks through his sandy hair a complete turn on. The way his skilled fingers know just what to do and where to go, for how long and how much. He says the right things and treats me like I’m just a normal person; not a maid, not a young girl—just his girl.

“Who?” he questions, his hoarse and throaty voice sending heat searing down to my toes.

“Mr. Nolan. Going over there, hitting him, threatening him, doing anything to him. He will most definitely call the police and he’s just not worth it.”

I know he’s not because Brooks suddenly being plucked out of my life for hurting someone like Mr. Nolan? Awful. I may be on borrowed time with Brooks, in case he gets tired of me, so I don’t want to speed up the time we have together. I know it must be limited. Britta’s don’t end up with Brooks’.

“You’re worth it, and that’s all it was ever about.”

His answer is unexpected and the wires from brain to my heart works so fast is makes my chest twist. That was incredibly romantic and causes a heavy breath to flutter up from my belly, but I cage it in before he hears. My fingers dig into his bare flesh as my lips press against his chest.

“He said he was going to get us fired. We talked to the agency, but I don’t know what’s going to happen,” I admit to him, my fingers working circles around his nipple. I’m mesmerized by the sight of his ripped body and while he felt solid through his clothes, naked is something else.

“Britta, I will make sure you don’t lose your job, I promise you that.”

I believe him.

That’s the problem, I believe him because I trust him.

Because I’m falling in love with him.

14

Brooks

I bring her downstairs and sit her at a barstool in the kitchen, grabbing a handful of things from the fridge, tossing them onto the counter. She looks sexy as fuck wearing just my t-shirt, the hem just a few inches above her knees. She’s petite with ample curves and I’ll never forget the way they feel pressed against my naked body. She’s so beautiful and she doesn’t even realize it. Her lightness and gentle demeanor make me want to put a ring on her finger so I can wake up and have a breath of fresh air in my life every day.

I’m the older one of the two of us. I should know that things can’t move this fast, it’s not rational. I’ve known her, what? A couple of days? And I’m getting her address, hunting her down, time after time, fucking her then making her an omelet and marrying her? That’s not it’s supposed to go. I knew that I should steer