Page 49 of The Billionaire and the Maid

I manage to press the code into my door and push it open while supporting her fine ass with one hand. We clumsily make it into my bedroom, disrobing as we go. I let her slide down the length of my body, and I fall to my knees, helping her remove her leggings, socks, and boots. Then I rip her underwear off and she yelps.

“Chase!”

“I’ll buy you another pair,” I grumble as I grab her ass and pull her against my face, breathing in her scent as I run my nose along her folds before licking her clit.

Her hands grip my hair and I grin against her wetness. God, I love making her come like this. I keep up my licking and sucking until I feel her body shaking and I pull away.

She groans and tries to push me back, but I get up and grin, trailing kisses along her neck. I undo her bra since I managed to remove her shirt on the way into the room and I push her back onto the bed while making quick work of my last few articles of clothing.

I grab a condom and sheath myself and then crawl between her legs. “Not like this today, princess,” I say as I flip her over and give her ass a light smack.

She lets out a moan and I smirk again. But my smirk falls away as I slide inside her, both of us releasing air from our lungs as we connect.

I try to go slow. Forcing myself to make long strokes, nearly pulling out of her and then pushing back inside, but again, my resolve crumbles and I lose control. We both begin to move at a rapid pace, each of us fixated on the end goal, on that natural high we need from our release.

My vision blurs and I close my eyes, willing myself not to finish until I feel her telltale signs of an orgasm, and just as I think I can’t wait for another second, her walls spasm around me and I let go, grunting through my release as she screams my name.

We collapse on my bed, and I discard the condom, pulling her back against me. I run my hand over her breast and place a kiss on her shoulder. She snuggles against me, pushing her ass into my softening erection. I nuzzle her hair, smelling her shampoo that reminds me of an apple orchard in the fall. She feels like home, like how I’d want a home to feel.

My eyelids grow heavy but then my phone begins to ring.

“Shit,” I mutter as I crawl off the bed and find it. “I’ll be right back. It’s my dad’s assistant, Ken.”

I shut the door and walk out to the main room, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah?” I answer.

“You better not be pulling any shit,” Ken hisses.

Who the hell does he think he’s talking to?

“Ken, you better have a fucking good reason to be talking to me like that and especially at this time of day. What the fuck are you going on about?” I ask.

“An order for textiles sound familiar?” he asks.

Shit. My dad and his staff weren’t supposed to know about it. I knew they’d try to talk me out of it before I had a chance to present to the board.

“Oh, yeah. It’s a favor for a friend. A special order that could lead to some regular business and I didn’t want to miss out on it,” I lie.

“Which friend?” Ken asks.

“None of your business,” I state.

“It is my business. I’m literally paid to make it my business,” Ken snarls.

Jesus Christ. This man needs a strong fist to his face. As much as my father drives me crazy, his assistant is like the anti-Christ. I have no idea why Dad keeps this two-faced prick on his payroll other than the fact that he’s loyal to my dad.

“Adam Wellington, if you must know. He has a company event, and he wanted a certain product for his team members,” I continue to lie as I type a quick text to Adam so he’s not surprised if Ken checks up on me.

Me: Ken might call you about a special order for a company event with a certain product from me, OK? Just go along with it.

Adam: OK…care to share with the class?

Me: NO.

Adam: Alrighty, then.

Me: Thanks.

Adam: You owe me one.

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