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He shoves a finger into me and sucks on my clit.

I shatter.

Another orgasm, and if possible, it’s even better than last night’s. Then I was reeling from the pain of his entry, and even though the climax was amazing… God, this one surpasses it tenfold.

I’m flying. Flying. Somehow my hands find their way into his hair, pushing his face into me farther.

“Fuck, you taste like pears,” he says against my thigh. “I could eat you forever.”

I lift my head, watch him between my legs, and when our gazes meet, I swear his green eyes have darkened.

“That’s right,” he says. “Watch me. Watch what I do to you, Ella. You’re my maid, and I’m your boss, and you’ll do what I fucking want.”

His words should bother me, but they don’t. Not in this moment. Not when my body is shuddering with pleasure.

Every time I think I can’t feel any more joyous, he touches a part of me I didn’t even know existed and I soar all over again.

God, I love it.

And I hate that I love it.

Because I want to be angry with him.

I am angry with him.

I want to remember the office, the coldness, the command in his voice when he sent me back into the ballroom like I was something he needed to hide.

But then his mouth glides against my pussy, and my thoughts scatter.

When he moves his mouth from between my legs, I whimper at the loss.

But in a flash, his cock is out of his pants, big and hard and glistening, and then he’s over me, inside me, pumping again.

And this time…

This time…

It doesn’t hurt.

It only feels full. Complete. As if this is what I’ve been waiting for since I understood what happened between men and women.

“Fuck, Ella,” he growls. “God, you feel good.”

He leans down and captures my mouth. His lips and tongue are warm and tart, and⁠—

Oh! I’m tasting myself. My pussy on his lips and tongue. And it’s… I don’t know. But I like it. I love it even.

I love everything about all of this.

He thrusts into me harder, harder, harder.

“I could fuck you forever, Ella. Damn.” He pushes inside me once more, so hard that I swear he touches my heart. My soul.

He groans so loudly I’m afraid the other maids will hear.

But they’re probably working by now.

And I don’t even care, because somehow another orgasm rolls through me, surprising me.