Page 15 of Fake Maid

“In… In my office. I was rough with you.” I suck in a deep breath, holding her emerald gaze. God, she’s beautiful. “Please forgive me. It will never happen again. Whatever you need to feel safe and comfortable at work here, tell me. I’ll put it in place.”

Her cheeks pink from the memory of what we just did, but she shakes her head hard, her red hair drifting over her shoulders.

“It wasn’t—you didn’t hurt me.” She bites her plump lip. “I liked it.”

Relief surges through me, sweet and cool. I sit back on my heels, almost lightheaded with it.

“Then why did you leave?”

She shrugs, and she looks so damn miserable, I can’t resist. I reach out and smooth my cast over her hair. Stray locks wind around my bruised fingertips, silky and soft, and it’s the best sensation I’ve ever felt. Better than any painkiller.

I wait, but she doesn’t offer anything more. Just leans her head into my palm.

“If I’d known it was a one time thing…” I swallow hard at the thought. “That’s not how I’d have wanted it to go.”

“What would you change?” she whispers, eyes fixed on the hollow of my throat. I tip her chin up.

“I would have kissed you first.”

There’s plenty of time for her to move away. I make sure of it, still raw from the fears which consumed me in my office. The thought of touching this woman in any way she dislikes—every molecule of my body revolts.

So I lean in, achingly slow, the pool house silent except for the rasp of our shared breaths. And I stop when my mouth is a hair’s breadth from hers.

“I won’t kiss you unless you ask me to.”

She huffs out a breath, lips parting, but she doesn’t ask like I expect. Doesn’t push me away either. No—she surges forward, her mouth sealing against mine. With her hand fisted in my shirt and her tongue licking into my mouth, Coral Walsh kisses the last sane thoughts out of my brain.

I groan, hands sliding into her hair, crowding closer until I kneel between her legs. She parts her thighs easily, shuffling to the edge of the lounger until we’re sealed together tight. She’s so warm, burning bright against every inch of my front, and I’m hard again, pressed against her core. We cling and kiss and sway together, like addicts jonesing for each other’s touch after just a few minutes apart.

“Baby.” I tear my mouth away, kissing along her jaw. When I suck a bruise onto that pretty throat, she sighs into my ear. “Baby, I need you.”

She’s nodding, scrabbling at the button on my jeans, but that’s not what I mean.

What I mean is that if I’d known she’d only want me once, I’d have been the one on my knees. The one tasting and teasing; the one made vulnerable.

If this is my last chance, I’m taking it.

And I’m putting my mouth on this woman.

She sucks in a surprised breath when I hook my fingers in her leggings, but she lifts her hips and helps me shuffle them down. She watches my hands smooth over her thighs with glassy eyes, and her breaths already come fast as I push her legs further apart.

“Are you…” She wets her lip, still half dazed. “Are you sure?”

My rough laugh echoes through the pool house.

“I’m sure.”

I sit back on my heels, soaking in the full view of her. The wild tangle of her hair; her rumpled tunic hiked up around her waist; the lilac triangle of her panties.

The damp spot on the front of the fabric.

Fuck. That damp spot.

I lunge forward and she squeaks in surprise, the sound melting into a moan as I rub my face over the lace. I mouth at the fabric, licking her through her panties, and Coral curses softly and winds her fingers through my hair.

“Now who’s a tease?” she murmurs, and I smile against her covered pussy. Turning my head, I press kisses to the sensitive insides of her thighs, licking and nibbling around the edges of her panties but never dipping inside. “Eli.” she tugs my hair and I laugh, the sound vibrating over her skin.

Without warning, I slide her panties to the side and lathe my tongue up her pussy. She’s hot and slick and perfect, swollen with want, her salty, tangy taste the best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue. I bury my face between her thighs like a starving man at his last meal, licking deep into her center and drawing up to suckle on her clit.

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