Page 35 of The Billionaire and the Maid

I nod and settle myself on the opposite side of the tub.

“You don’t strike me as a tub kind of man,” she says.

Shrugging, I pull her toward me. She settles on my lap, her breasts pressing against my chest. “With you in here with me, I am feeling very confident about the decision to add this tub,” I say with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes. “You really are a playboy, aren’t you?”

Frowning, I feel my jaw clench. Is that what she thinks of me? Just another rich playboy? I don’t like that. I know the reputation I have. I’m not oblivious to the tabloids, but I would have expected Ella to see past all of that. She knows the real me. She knows Ace.

Her facial features morph and I can’t tell if she’s regretting saying that out loud or if she feels bad about saying it. “I mean…I could tell you are…experienced and I’m…clearly not,” she stammers as she looks down.

I cup her jaw, and she looks back into my eyes. “I don’t care how experienced you are, Eleanor. That doesn’t matter to me. You’re perfect, just the way you are.” Is she jealous of the other women that have been with me? No. She has nothing to be jealous about. None of them meant anything to me. She should understand that, shouldn’t she? She’s looking down again.

“I’ve only ever dated two women seriously,” I state. Her eyes fly up to mine once more and widen.

“What?” she squeaks, her body shifting in the water, making it splash against the sides of the tub.

“I dated in high school, but no one serious. Then I met a woman in college, and we dated for a year, but I broke it off. I wasn’t ready to be serious. Then I dated a second woman about four years ago. I thought she might be the one, but she didn’t like how much time I spent working. We started fighting all the time. And one day, she said,it’s me or the companyand…well, I suppose you can guess how that turned out,” I say.

“The company won,” she whispers the silent part out loud. Her answer has me feeling a little bad that I did that, but it was the right thing to do.

“Yep. And since then, I don’t date, at least not seriously,” I explain.

“Oh…well, I don’t date either,” she says, her words coming out rushed and I wonder how true that is.

“I don’t,” she repeats, this time her words seem more confident.

“If you say so,” I reply as I lather soap on my hands and gently caress her skin. I take my time on her breasts. Our conversation ceases as we explore each other’s bodies. Her hands run over my pectoral muscles and down my abdomen. She brushes against my erection and my body tenses with pleasure as I cup her breast, my thumb running circles around her nipple.

She glides herself over my cock and we both moan.

“Are you on anything?” I ask as I run my lips over her jaw.

“No…I…don’t normally…” She trails off and I watch as a blush creeps up her chest to her neck and cheeks.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Ella. I just want you to know that I’m clean and I trust you. We’ll use condoms, OK?” I say gently as I kiss her jaw and cheek.

“OK,” she whispers, barely audible.

I help her up and we dry off before walking back to the bed. I grab another condom and she eyes my drawer suspiciously. I realize then that she’s got to be wondering why I have these.

I roll the condom down my length and look over at her as I climb onto the bed, settling between her legs.

I motion to the drawer. “I do normally keep one in my wallet because you never know, but these were a housewarming gift from my brother, Tate. He’s the only person who knows I built this out here, other than my friend, of course.” She raises an eyebrow.

I shrug. “Tate’s…special.”

She giggles. “Is that so?”

“Yep,” I answer, letting the “p” pop.

“So he knows about this place?” she restates as I settle myself at her entrance.

“He does.”

“How come I never met Tate when we were kids?” she asks.

I slowly slide inside her and both of us moan. I take her thighs and press them against her chest, letting me slide deeper.

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