Page 34 of The Billionaire and the Maid

“Oh God…oh God, oh God!” I cry out as he pushes hard and fast inside me. He leans his head down and sucks on one of my nipples and I lose it. My body trembles and convulses under his touch. He owns my whole being and I never want it to end.

I don’t know how long I come for, but when I finish, all my muscles relax. I open my eyes and see his are dark and I know he’s holding out, but I don’t know why.

“Again,” he commands.

“Chase,” I start.

“Again,” he cuts me off as he reaches between us and presses a thumb against my clit.

If this man thinks…holy shit! He pinches my clit and I fucking go off like a canon.

“Chase!” I scream, this time my body goes absolutely fucking rigid and Chase’s thrusts go into turbo overdrive, prolonging my release as he roars through his.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Chase

It takes all my willpower not to crush her beneath me. I brace myself on my elbows with the last of my strength and press a gentle kiss to her lips.

“That was…” She trails off.

“Fucking amazing? Perfection? A religious experience?” I ask, smirking.

She giggles and pinches my side. “You’re an ass.”

I run my nose along hers. “But you like me anyhow.”

She rolls her eyes. “You clearly do not have a self-esteem problem.”

I purse my lips and pretend to consider it. “Nope. I guess not.”

She laughs. “You are incorrigible.”

“Perhaps,” I murmur as I lean in to kiss her again. Her lips are swollen and plump against mine. She sighs and I grin against her lips.

“I think it’s bath time,” I whisper.

She groans. “I’m too tired.”

“Come on,” I urge as I gently pull out of her and dispose of the condom. I hold out my hand and she takes it, letting me help her out of bed. I bring her into my arms and kiss her again.

“Well, when you ask like that,” she mutters against my chest where she places a kiss.

“I’ll even throw in bubbles,” I tease.

“Wow, a real Prince Charming,” she quips with a laugh.

I walk us toward my bathroom, the one I didn’t skimp on. The shower is room size and has a tub against one wall.

“I can’t believe you have a bathroom like this in such a small home,” she says as she looks around while I fill the tub.

“I spend the most waking moments in my office, kitchen, and bathroom. So, that’s where I spent my money,” I explain as I pour in soap that creates blankets of bubbles in the tub.

She frowns as she leans against the tiled shower wall. “But you don’t have an office in here.”

“I don’t. I’m having a small container made off-site that will be connected to the main house by a walkway. I wanted it in a separate space, so it felt like leaving my home,” I tell her as I hold out my hand. She places hers in mine and I help her into the tub. She sinks down and I smile at her. She looks like a child in the oversized tub surrounded by bubbles.

“Aren’t you getting in?” she asks, her head leaning to one side in confusion.

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