Victoria The Billionaires Maid

“Tabloids lie,” I warned, and I knew that firsthand. Of course, no one was more victimized by those sleazy rags than Anton and his wife.

“Manwhores do too,” she answered.

I grinned once more. “You can’t believe everything you read. And for the record, some of those were not one-night stands. I’ve had relationships with-”

“Ha,” she huffed. “Your idea of a relationship is probably a three-day fucking weekend. I’m not interested in being one of them, so-”

I cut her off by fusing my mouth to hers. My hands worked to pin hers above her head while my tongue loosened her resistance. She was likely right on a number of those points, but I knew this girl, or at least I once thought that I did. Once she seemingly relaxed, I pulled both wrists together and held them with one hand while bringing the other to her body. I ran it slowly down her side as we continued to kiss, then brought it to the bottom of her dress.

Kenzie offered no resistance when I lifted her leg and pulled it against me. She was trembling, but made no efforts to flee. I had never forced myself on a woman, and I never would. I had never needed to. I did need to prove to her that there was still something between us, though.

My mouth continued to move hungrily over hers, and she returned very ounce of desire I shared for her. Kenzie could protest until the sun came up, but she’d never be able to convince me that she didn’t want me as badly as I wanted her. This was all a game to her now, as it had been to me back then. We were both older and wiser, age and experience honing our skills. I ran my hand up and down her upper thigh before finally releasing her hands from my grasp. Now with both of mine free, I lifted her other leg and she was soon pinned to the wall with her legs around my waist. That allowed me to cup and squeeze her breasts.

Kenzie moaned against my lips, and she rubbed herself against me. I wasn’t used to this wantonness from her, but I liked it. In the last two days, I had imagined all the different ways I would fuck her once I got the chance, and tonight might be the night to act on those instead of just imagining them in my head.

My head was one fucked up place. I would never deny that. The way I craved sex wasn’t natural. It couldn’t be, but I treated it as such, anyway. When I wasn’t fucking a woman, I was thinking about it, and my hand got as much of a workout as the rest of my body did during the two hours I spent daily in the gym. I had an unhealthy relationship with porn, and watched it probably just as long each day.

I’d been like this as far back as I could remember. By the time the other guys on the football teams were realizing what sex was, I had already worked my way through the cheerleading teams and was well on my way through other women’s sports.

I’d lost count of how many women I’d fucked over the years, and while I barely remembered any of their names, I knew that wouldn’t be the case with Kenzie. She was very memorable in more ways than one, and I realized I needed this for more than sexual gratification and bragging rights.

I needed to replace the last memories I had of her with others, and maybe then I could finally put her and our past where it belonged.

After I worked my hand into her dress, I pulled my mouth away. “You’re so fucking hot.”

It was the only thing I knew to say at the time, and when I pressed my forehead to hers, I continued to roll her hard nipple between my fingers.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Such flattery will get you-”

“Everywhere,” I replied, then smirked. “But I’m only interested in-”

“I actually meant to say it would get you nowhere. Now, let me go.”

“Is that really what you want?” I asked as I trailed kisses across her breastbone.

“I won’t lie and say you don’t affect me in some way, but I am not going to sleep with you.”

“Then, it’s a good thing that sleep isn’t what I want to do with you.”

I cut off any responses when I started to kiss her again. I half expected her to push me off, and I would’ve let her go at that point, but she was now tugging at my clothes in the same desperate haste as me. I slipped one hand between her legs, and just as I’d thought, she was still very wet. I rubbed along her slit, and other than a few twitches from her, she let me touch her.

My thumb circled her clit, and the ensuing whimper against my lips had me doing more. I inserted three fingers into her, and she greedily clamped down on them. I thrust them in and out, all the while continuing to rub her sensitive bud with the pad of my thumb.

She was liquid fire, and I wanted to be burned. It would be so easy to tear her panties away and fuck her like there was no tomorrow, and I might’ve done exactly that if I hadn’t heard my name being called.

“Jonas,” Mason Steele called out. “There’s an issue in the ballroom, man.”

I pulled my fingers out of Kenzie at the same time I stopped kissing her. Her breaths were coming in deep pants, and I inwardly cursed the fact that I would have to let her go tonight. There was no telling what the issue was that needed my attention, but I knew she wouldn’t wait around for me to handle it.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, wondering how many times I’d ever uttered those words out loud to a woman and meant them. I helped Kenzie back to her feet, then turned to my friend when he called my name again. “I’m on my way.”

Kenzie didn’t say anything as she hastily pulled her dress down as far as it could get. She then bolted past me and Mason, and headed toward the elevators. I shook my head and realized the opportunity that was now wasted. I would try again tomorrow.

I began to follow my friend back into the ballroom and planned to take swift, decisive action against whoever dared to ruin all I had managed to put together tonight. I’d likely be using my hand instead of Kenzie’s tight pussy, and someone would pay dearly for that.