Page 55 of His Dark Hunger

“I like this.” Leaning back in his recliner, he watched as she bent provocatively over his dresser and swished the feather duster around. He wasn’t certain how much dust she was actually removing, but honestly, he didn’t care. “I missed having my naughty maid around the place.”

“I’m always happy to help, sir.” She peered over her shoulder, flashing him an impish smile as she reached the duster higher. “You know that.”

Five days after Jonah’s departure, Kyle had lost count of the number of times he’d asked Amy to wear the kinky outfit for him. They both enjoyed the wickedness of the uniform, plus the dozens of dirty memories the attire already had attached to it meant as soon as she donned it, he found it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

She was a walking, talking, fabulous wet dream.

“Mmmm.” He nudged his growing cock into a more comfortable position as she purposefully stuck her ass into the air and bent lower. Without panties, Amy was an even more tempting proposition than usual, and that was saying something. “I do know that. I think the filing cabinet over there could do with a good dust as well.”

He glanced in the direction of the old cabinet, grinning as she straightened and walked toward it.

“This one,William?” She ran the tip of the duster over the top of the cabinet, sashaying her hips.

“Now is not the time to use my first name, little girl.”

She grinned at his growl. “Do you mean this one,sir?”

“That’s the one.” Jeez, she was driving him wild with her mischievous display. “Particularly theverybottom drawer.”

“Oh.” She turned, her brow rising in feigned surprise. “This one, sir?”

Bending directly from the hips, she hoisted the miniskirt into the air as she exposed her naked behind to him. The look of her reignited the fire burning in his blood.

“Yes.” His voice grew strained with desire. “Allof that one.”

“Very good.” Somehow, she bent lower as she drew the drawer open. “I’ll make sure it’s cleaned, sir.”

“Bloody hell, little girl.” The erection tenting his pants was an overwhelming distraction. “I’ll never do anything productive with you around.”

“Well…” She wriggled her ass teasingly, enticing him with two of the places he wanted to bury his cock. “I can dust somewhere else and let you get on in peace, sir.”

“Absolutely not.” Giving up on the concept of checking his investments, he closed the laptop in front of him. “These dusting sessions are for me and me alone.”

“Yes, sir.” She giggled, skimming the duster around the empty drawer.

He hadn’t used most of the cabinet for years since his investments all moved online, but as his balls ached at the sight of her, he was so happy he hadn’t removed them from his office.

“What about the other drawers, sir?” She waved the duster over the two other levels as she glanced his way.

“It’s the bottom one I want you to clean.” He smirked, knowing she’d understand why. The lowest level ensured she had to bend all the way over and stimulate him as she dusted. It facilitated the ideal position for his growing arousal.

“I see.” Righting herself, she pressed her lips into a hard line. “I’m starting to think youonlywant to objectify me, sir.”

“You’re juststartingto think that?” He couldn’t resist the sardonic chuckle that escaped him. “Well, you may have a point, little girl.”

“Seriously, I’m happy to clean around here for you for a little while regardless, sir.” Her free hand rose to sit on her hip. “I know you don’t have anyone else.”

She was right. Amy’s rapid elevation in status meant he hadn’t even started looking for replacements. He needed a new housekeeper as well as a cleaner.

“That’s not why you’re here now, sweetheart.” Despite his raging arousal, he rose to his full height and closed the space between them. “You’re no longer my employee.”

“I know, but I can still help, sir. After all, I quit both of my jobs, and aside from satisfying my master’s insatiable sexual appetite, I don’t have much to do around here.”

“Is that right?” He wrapped an arm around her. “You poor thing. What a hellish life you must have.”

“I know.” She laughed into his waistcoat as her gaze rose to meet his. “It’s a constant struggle, but I mean it. I’m happy to clean until you have someone else.”

“So long as you don’t think I’m taking too much of an advantage.” His hand rose to skim over her high cheekbones. “It’s one thing devouring you and another using you as a workhorse.”

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