Page 71 of The Billionaire and the Maid

“What happened to my girlfriend who was obsessed with all things love?”

“She’s right here,” Ella assures me. “She’s just…this is a lot.”

“Hey,” I start as I press a quick kiss to her lips, “keep the garage apartment. Hell, use that as your office. You can always move back in. But I hope you won’t.” I pause and search her eyes. “Ella?”

“What?” she whispers.

“I didn’t believe in insta-love or love at all until I met you. I thought I did when I was younger, but you showed me something more, so much more. This is the real deal.” I motion between us. “This is forever, happily-ever-after shit, like all those movies you keep making me watch.”

She giggles and leans forward to rub her nose against mine. Her pussy grazes my semi-erect cock and I groan. “You know you love those movies,” she says as she purposefully glides across my growing erection.

“You’re killing me, Eleanor,” I moan.

She grabs a condom and rolls it down my length and then slowly sinks onto me.

“Don’t distract me with your magical pussy. I need an answer,” I grumble as my hands grip her hips.

She moves on top of me for a few seconds and then stops. Our gazes meet and I thrust inside her. Two can play at this game. Her eyes roll back in her head for a moment before she focuses on me once more.

“I’ll move in with you, under two conditions,” she says.

I don’t move. Hell, I don’t even breathe. “What are they?” I finally manage.

“We move out here permanently. No more splitting time between places. I want a home. A permanent home,” she adds.

“OK,” I agree. “And?” I can barely contain my excitement.

“No more faking anything, ever again,” she states.

I laugh and hold up my fingers in a Scout salute. “I promise thatwewill never fake anything ever again.” I stare at her raising an eyebrow.

She starts laughing and I feel her inner muscles around me. “I mean, if you’re doing everything you can, that should be acceptable.”

I thrust up and she moans. “Oh, princess, I promise I will always do everything I can when it comes to you.”

We’re both silent as she starts to move. We’re chasing our release and it’s too much to speak. It doesn’t take long before we’re both falling over the edge.

Ella screams my name and falls against me, her long hair splaying out over us like a blanket. I pull out of her and dispose of the condom, before quickly arranging her on top of me again.

“When should I move in?” she asks as she draws invisible lines on my chest with her finger.

“Tomorrow,” I announce.

She laughs. “Uh, I sort of need to pack.”

“I have people to do those things for you,” I state because it’s the truth.

She playfully slaps my chest. “Chase Giovanni Marino! We are not hiring people to pack my things.”

“Why not?” I ask. Because I was being completely serious.

“Because…there’s like personal stuff,” she stammers.

I’m confused for a moment, but when I glance down and see her pink cheeks, I chuckle.

“Personal stuff, huh?”

“Yeah.” She looks anywhere but at me, and I place a finger under her chin.

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