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

cheek and wipes away a tear that I didn’t even know was there. “I don’t want to rush you or push you, baby, but I know what I want. After all these years, I know what I want. And it’s you.”

“You’d buy an entire commercial development in another state, move, you’d do all that for me?” I let my fingers walk down his chest until they reach his belt. The metal is cold against my hot, needy skin and I tug at it gently without unbuckling. “What if—” he stops me.

“I love you Britta. And you love me. There is nothing else that goes with those two sentences. I love you. You love me,” he cups my face in his hands, steady and powerful, and dusts the tip of my nose with a kiss.

“I can’t believe it, all of it,” I admit, “I was preparing myself to be let down easy.”

“You didn’t feel how much I wanted you the last six weeks?” he kisses me again.

“I didn’t want to believe it, in case it wasn’t real,” I admit, stray tears embarrassing me by colliding with his hands on my face.

“Be my girlfriend, that’s all you have to agree to and I will take care of everything else,” he says into my temple before he kisses me there, again.

“Together, in day light, outside of the house, for real,” I confirm.

“There’s no other way,” he finds my mouth and our lips pull together, one of his fingers slipping behind the elastic of my panties, dipping into my wet flesh.

And I know now, whatever conversations we need to have, will have to wait. They absolutely have to.

Falling back into my seat, I smooth my skirt out and calm my hair down as Brooks adjusts himself in the driver’s seat. He’s mine now, and though I know it, I still can’t help but feel a bit naughty and dirty when I glance across the cab at his crotch and see him, under those expensive black dress slacks, rigid and throbbing, all for me.

He sees me looking and I flush, a smile plays at his lips. Looking forward, he drives out of the parking lot.

“Wait, should I get anything from my place right now? Since we’re here?” I assume I’ll be spending the night. Maybe many nights.

“I am pushing my abilities to wait,” he moves the buckle at his waist and I get an eyeful of hard cock smothered in rich fabric. “If you need anything from your place, we’ll take a night drive through the city,” he says, planning a beautiful date so effortlessly and casually. I love how he does everything with such confidence and ease, it makes me feel secure, too.

“Okay,” I say, not caring enough about the apartment to cast it a second glance. “Are you good to drive?” I ask him, gnawing nervously at the side of my lip as I quietly unbuckle my seatbelt.

“Britta, I stopped drinking casually six weeks ago,” his brow dips with confusion as he casts me a sideways look, then he sees my seat belt off and glances back to me again. He groans before looking back at the road.

“I know, that’s not what I mean,” though it hits me like a ton of bricks as I slither over the center console of the car that he’d given up alcohol because of not wanting to spark any bad memories from my past. I didn’t ask, he did it on his own. It felt substantial.

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me,” I said, my eyes burning into his profile as I unbuckled his belt, too. His Adam’s apple bobbed as my hand grazed his chest, tucking the seatbelt by the door.

“I mean,” I continued, my fingers working his belt over, “are you okay to drive while I go down on you?” the sound of his zipper descending at my hand worked like a shot of adrenaline in my veins, making my whole body come alive. I was on a mission now.

“Fuck, Britta,” his heavy hand on my head, thick digits tangled in my wild hair, I heard him lean back, I heard his other hand close and squeeze on the leather steering wheel.

“It’s not safe,” he growled as my hand finally found him, under the tail of his shirt, through the cotton of his boxers. It’d been weeks since I’d felt him this way, bare and rigid in my hand. I gaze down at his thick, hardened cock, and his voice is rough when he says my name again.

“Britta,” and before I get tantalized by the hot steel in my fingers, I slip him into my mouth. I’ve missed him so much, in this way. He cages a growl in as I move my mouth down his length until my lips are pressed tight against his pants. The back of my throat tickles and spit pools inside my mouth but he’s so deep inside me now, I don’t want to let up. I want to feel him like this, straining, holding back for me.

“I don’t want to come like this,” he snarls as I let my tongue push past his rigid flesh, lapping at his skin. “Oh fuck, Britta, baby, not like this,” and I lift off him, the salty taste left on my tongue making me starving. Needing to devour him.

I have my fun putting him back in his pants and he gasps and rumbles behind the wheel, at my mercy, making my heart race knowing he’ll be in control when we get back to his house.

I can’t wait to give him control.

25

Britta

It’s been so long since we’ve been together in this way. Smoldering eyes, jaw clenched tight, his chest rises and falls along with the beats of my heart. It feels so good being with him again. Though we’re still a few feet apart I swear I can feel the heat radiating from him, fiery and raw. I’ve thought about him so much these last weeks, I know as soon