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“Peyton.” I gasped, clawing at the edge, hoping he’d leave or turn around so I could dismount my pleasure spout and cover myself up. “My name is Peyton. I’m Mr. Bryce’s new housekeeper.”

“Peyton.” He repeated my name like it was foreign to him and he was trying it out for the first time.

“Can you--?” I nodded behind him, “For a second?”

“Can I what?” He raised one dark brow at me and put his hands in his pants pockets.

“Turn around.”

“Why would I need to do that?” He replied instantly, taking another step toward me.

“Don’t!” I screeched, ducking further into the water and pressing my clit directly against the jet. I bit my bottom lip so hard to keep from moaning as the percussion of the water pressure nearly pushed me over the edge of bliss again. “I’m not dressed!”

He straightened up and stopped walking toward me, but he didn’t turn around. “Why would the new housekeeper be naked in the hot tub?”

“I—” I moaned lightly, but I knew he heard me as I considered just sinking beneath the water completely and drowning myself in embarrassment. “Look, just turn around and I’ll get out.”

“Tell me why you’re naked in my hot tub first, then I will.”

“Please, just—” I froze and took an alarmed breath in, “Yourhot tub?”

No fucking way was my old wrinkly new boss the massive fit thirty something year old standing over me.

He nodded to me and adjusted his stance, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “I’m Lincoln Bryce.” He said firmly, making my head swarm with confusion and horrific embarrassment. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but I’m afraid of where it’s been in the last few minutes.”

Well, I had a good run, but I was going to meet my maker through the drain of the hot tub because there was no way I was getting out and showing my face around my new boss ever again.

“I—” I stammered, opening and closing my mouth, trying to come up with some excuse for the predicament I found myself in.

“Will get out and make sure this never happens again.” He finished for me. “And you’ll make sure my groundskeeper drains that damn thing in the morning and puts enough chlorine in to remove your orgasm from the walls.” He turned and finally gave me the decency and privacy I desperately ached for, but the damage had been done. “I expect my breakfast in the kitchen by six!” He called before disappearing through the darkness up the steps to the main house.

I never saw him enter it, but I had been in my precarious position for too long. The moment he was out of my sight, I reached the peak of another orgasm. I bit my knuckles to stifle the moan as I propelled myself off the seat and plunged into the center of the hot tub, going under and screaming in horror.

Not only did I just get caught by my new boss using his hot tub for my sexual enjoyment, but I then orgasmed again from how fucking hot I got as he chided me.

If I didn’t already question my sanity for having a sex affair with a monster in dreamland, I was officially off my rocker for getting off while being disciplined by my sexy as fuck new boss.

I was fucked.

But at least I got two world-class orgasms out of it, before I quit, I suppose.

Chapter 5 – Lincoln

It was six on the dot and I rounded the corner into the kitchen, anxious to see what was waiting for me. I resisted the urge to watch my desirable little housekeeper on the cameras all night and then again this morning as she prepared for day one.

I ached to see her move around my home but refrained so I could judge her actions accordingly in real-time.

Last night I’d been watching her after our online chat and when she left the guest house in her skimpy little black bikini, I moved through the house to the darkness of the back patio so I could finally watch her in person.

I’d spent my entire life watching people through cameras, and normally I preferred it that way because I couldn’t actually standliterallyanyone. But with Peyton, I wanted to share air with her like no one else before.

So I lurked in the shadows as she floated around in the pool, stargazing and relaxing. I fixated on her, which should have been alarming, but I couldn’t look away. She consumed nearly everythought since her application crossed my desk. And knowing she was in a skimpy bathing suit in my pool left too much temptation to resist.

I had planned to simply watch her, which was my specialty. However, when she got into the hot tub, she was too far away from the patio to watch, so I stalked her around the edge of the pool, keeping myself hidden in the dark until I was less than thirty feet away.

And then she straddled my stone jacuzzi and rode it like a pony until she came with a scream of ecstasy. And I couldn’t help myself.

I revealed myself.

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