Page 37 of The Billionaire and the Maid

“Nope. Like I said, I sleep hot. I don’t want anything on me. Just the blanket and sometimes I kick that off,” I explain.

“You’re a monster!” she says.

I tickle her side and she laughs, trying to pull away, but I pin her with my opposite arm. “I’ll show you a monster,” I tease.

“Ace! Stop!” she yells in between laughing.

I roll us over and crawl down her body, shoving my shirt up around her breasts. I lean down and kiss her lower belly, and she stops laughing.

“I thought we were done for the night? Don’t you need sleep?” she asks.

“I’ve decided sleep can wait, Ella. Unless you’ll be turning into a pumpkin at midnight, I’d prepare for a long night of me exploring your body and showing you exactly how much I enjoy being your fake boyfriend,” I say. She tenses when I say “fake,” but then relaxes as I use my thumbs to open her folds so I can spend the next hour worshipping her properly. I need to keep this from turning into something more, but this woman is completely addictive, and right now, I’m giving in to my needs. I’ll worry about the rest later.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Ella

“He doesn’t even wear socks to bed,” I say to Gus as Elisha brings us a second refill of our coffees.

“Uh, who wears socks to bed?” Elisha asks.

“Normal people.” “Cool people.” Gus and I speak simultaneously.

Elisha laughs just as the doorbell chimes and in walks Isa. “Settle this debate. Socks or no socks to bed?” Elisha asks her.

“Oh, uh, socks…but now that I think about it, Adam doesn’t wear socks,” she says with a frown.

“You are no help,” Elisha says. “Your order is on the counter. Get your sock-covered feet back to the library.”

Isa laughs. “Damn, who would have thought socks would be such a controversy. What about you all?”

“No socks,” Elisha says. “Socks!” Gus and I both yell.

Isa keeps laughing. “Wow! OK, then. I’m just going to take my coffee and go.”

“I’ll have cookies for you later. I made extras and the order got changed,” she says with a sigh.

“I’ll stop by after work,” Isa calls out as she leaves.

I turn back to Gus who is now engrossed in what I assume is a text conversation with David based on the smile plastered on his face. I tap my finger on the table, and Gus looks up from his phone.

“Impatient much?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I need advice!” I whisper-yell.

“Youneeda therapist,” he states and then finishes typing his message and hits send. He sets his phone down and takes a long sip of his coffee. “Girl, you clearly like this fake boyfriend. And you all just…ya know…and I sort of think maybe he might be more than afakeboyfriend.”

“I don’t think so. He keeps mentioning that we are fake and how he can’t have a girlfriend and has only had like two girlfriends ever. That doesn’t exactly scream let’s get married or even let’s be serious,” I mutter before stuffing a cookie Elisha has brought over into my mouth.

“You all haven’t even been dating for two weeks. Give him time,” Gus encourages.

“I guess,” I huff as I swirl the foamy milk in my coffee.

“Just let him figure it out. He’s not going to change overnight. Just think how far you’ve come in a few weeks,” Gus points out with a motion of his hand as if I’m being unreasonable.

“I know. I just…” I trail off not wanting to admit that I’m falling for Chase. That little Ella already had fallen for Ace, and now that I know Chase and Ace are the same person, I’m more confused about my feelings than ever. Until that day with the vase, I thought Chase was just a spoiled, billionaire playboy. But now, I see he’s anything but that.

“Stop looking so confused. Chase is a man. We aren’t that complicated, I swear,” Gus says.

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