His Millionaire Maid(19)

As she bent her knees, the tip of his erection found her entrance.  Burning hot and hard, it teased her, parting her slick folds. He paused,  holding her still. She was ready to collapse, her leg muscles  quivering, but he held her up, his biceps bulging from the strain. He  eased an inch into her, his heat and strength arousing her further.  Bending her head back, she let out a growl of pure animal need and tried  to push herself down on him. But Joe prevented her, still controlling  her descent. As he let her down one solid inch at a time, his thickness  stretched her, filled her, melted her. After several breathless seconds,  he settled her on his lap, sheathed in her flesh to the hilt, breathing  hard as he smiled at her.

"You feel so good." He took her mouth in one bruising kiss after another  until her head was swimming. She moved against him, hands on his  shoulders, arching her back as she sought the sweet friction between  them. As she'd come to expect, he took over, using his impressive  strength to shift her up and down while he thrust himself slowly and  evenly into her.

Tension built in her to fever pitch. She tossed her head, wild for  release, seeking the button to unleash the pressure. When Joe took her  nipple between his lips, she almost bucked right off him, but his hands  held her firm. His teeth riffled against her nipple, his thrust pushed  her higher, and suddenly she was an explosion of wet, molten flesh, and  stars were falling around her, and someone was moaning out, "Oh, God.  Oh, Joe," over and over again.

Joe's grunts filtered through the hot mist. She was vaguely aware of his  hands digging into her hips and his mouth nipping her shoulder as he  drove hard into her. It could have hurt, but it didn't, her wetness  assisting his fierce pounding. He gripped her tight, his body tensed as  he growled and spasmed deep inside her for several fiery moments, before  his body gradually grew slack.

Sighing deeply, he wiped his forearm across his sweaty brow. "Sweet pea, that was the most incredible ride."

She gulped, shaky and throbbing. "You can say that again," she whispered.

He was still buried deep inside her, and she didn't want to let him go.  For a while he scattered kisses over her face and neck again, this time  his mouth soft, gentle, reassuring. When he finally lifted her off his  lap, the night air nipped at her, raising goose bumps on her bottom. Joe  got rid of the condom, pulled off her boots, and held up the quilt  covering the bed. "Come here, sweet pea."

She slipped gratefully under the covers, Joe quickly joining her. The  sheets were cool, but Joe pulled her into his arms, his warmth  surrounding her. She turned to him, surprised and a little dismayed at  how eagerly she sought him out. Was it simply because Joe had given her  the best sex of her life? Or was there something more to it?

Joe didn't seem to be troubled by such worries. He kissed her hair and  wrapped his arms around her. "Just a heads-up. I'm going to let you rest  for a little while, but in about ten minutes I have another activity  planned for us."

Anticipation stirred in her loins. She shifted her legs against his. "What kind of activity?"

"It's a surprise."

"Can't you give me a clue?"

His lips curled into a lazy, teasing smile. "All I'll tell you is that  I'm going to make you say ‘Oh, God' and ‘Oh, Joe' again. Several times.  Maybe if I make the right moves, I'll even get you to scream it out.  Sound good to you?"

Nina nodded, her hunger already returning. Whatever Joe did to her would  be good, as long as she remembered that this was just sex. Great,  awesome sex, yes, but that was all it was. It didn't-couldn't-change  anything between them.

 …

Joe peered down at Nina's prone form. She looked deeply asleep, which  was no wonder, considering the epic sex they'd enjoyed through the  night. But dawn was touching the bedroom curtains, and he had to rouse  her.

Gently he shook her awake. "Hey, sleepyhead. It's time to get up."

"Wha … ?" She yawned, blonde hair sexily tousled, lips still swollen from all that kissing.

His cock stirred. If only he could strip again and join her in the bed  for an early morning quickie …  But that was asking for even more trouble.

Nina blinked several times before her blue eyes cleared and focused on  him already dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. "Where're you going?"         

     



 

"I'm taking you back to the inn before anyone else gets there." He  paused before sinking on the bed next to her. "Nina, last night was  incredible, but … "

Her mouth turned down. "But you don't want a repeat?"

"Of course I want a repeat," he answered quickly, even as the logical  part of his brain told him that was a dumb idea. Even dumber than last  night. But his body was completely enthralled with her. "I want you in  my bed as often as possible, but it has to stay between us. I can't have  the rest of the staff finding out. Not because I'm ashamed to be with  you, but-"

"I understand." She squeezed his hand briefly. "This is just a bit of  fun between you and me, right? Nothing serious. We don't need the whole  town sticking their noses into our private business."

He breathed out a sigh of relief. Nina understood his dilemma, and she  wasn't fussed about keeping this a secret. It wasn't how he usually  conducted his brief affairs, but then again he'd never had an affair  with an employee. Again, his logical brain sent out a warning, but he  ignored it. Nina was in his bloodstream, and for however long this crazy  fever lasted, he was her captive.

 …

Nina yawned as she scraped and rinsed plates. The bustle in the kitchen  was dying down after the dinner rush, but she still had plenty of  clearing up to do. It didn't help that she'd barely caught a few hours'  sleep last night. She closed her eyes, and for a moment she was  transported back to the heady sweetness of being with Joe. All day the  memories of him had teased her. Tonight he'd gone to his usual soccer  practice, which was just as well. She didn't need him distracting her  again in front of staff and customers.

"Glad you've got time to daydream." Sarah's bark sounded just inches from her ear.

Nina jerked, and the plate she'd been holding slipped and crashed to the floor. "Oh, crap!"

Sarah's lips thinned as others paused to see the cause of the commotion.  "Well, that's one way of doing the dishes. I'll tell Joe to dock your  pay again. What's that, like your fourth since you started?"

"Only my third." Nina grabbed a brush and pan and began cleaning up the broken plate. "And I don't mind Joe docking my pay."

"I thought you were desperate for a job." Sarah continued to stand over  her, and when Nina straightened, the head chef's face was filled with  suspicion. "I already know you lied about working in a coffee shop. And  now you're acting like you don't even care about the money you're  losing. So why are you really here in Hartley?"

Nina tossed the ceramic shards into the garbage bin, making as much  clatter as she could. She'd been too quick to shrug off her docked pay.  She should've acted more concerned.

"I'm here to make a fresh start," she said as calmly as possible.

"Yeah?" Sarah didn't seem convinced.

Nina was saved from having to say more by Mrs. Stewart appearing in the  kitchen. She and her friend had dined at the restaurant earlier, and  when Nina served them, Mrs. Stewart had made some coy remarks about Joe.  Now, as the smiling woman advanced on them, Nina prayed she wouldn't  say anything embarrassing in front of Sarah.

"That chicken was delicious!" Mrs. Stewart beamed at Sarah. "You must keep that on the menu permanently."

"Thanks, Mrs. Stewart." The head chef grinned. If there was one thing  that softened her up, it was compliments on her cooking. "Is there  anything else I can get you?"

"No, thank you. I really came back here to talk to Nina."

Sarah's frown returned. "Sure," she replied, but instead of leaving, she stood right there, looking suspicious.

"How can I help you?" Nina asked Mrs. Stewart, hoping she wouldn't mention Joe again.

"It's about the Food and Wine Festival. You know about it, right?"

Nina nodded. She'd seen all the posters around town and knew Joe was on the organizing committee.

"The thrift store will have a stall at the festival," Mrs. Stewart  continued. "We're accepting all kinds of donations to sell. My niece  usually helps me, but she's broken her leg, poor thing, so I was hoping  you'd volunteer."

The festival was in two weeks, and by the end of that weekend, Nina's  three-week vacation from Beaumont, Inc. would be over and she'd have to  return to San Francisco. The dreaded reminder, coupled with Mrs.  Stewart's request, threw Nina into confusion. "Oh, um, yeah, well-"         

     



 

"Of course she'd love to help you," Sarah broke in with a smirk at Nina.  "She wants to make a fresh start in Hartley, and what better way is  there than getting involved in our local charity?"