Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Hating to break our connection for even a second, I withdrew and set her on her feet before spinning her around so she faced the desk.

I pushed her down and cupped her perfect ass in my hands, tracing that silky pucker between her cheeks while she bit her knuckles to keep from crying out.

And I plunged. There was no hiding her moan this time. It seemed to fill the office, or maybe it was just my head.

Either way, as I pulled back and drove home again, that sound spurred me on. I needed to hear it again when she soaked my dick.

Hell, while we soaked my desk. I wanted every dirty drop inside her, but I wanted the proof of the place I worked every day too so I could never forget.

She was mine. Always had been mine. Now I was going to fill her up with my release. Scooping her up, I reached around her to rub her clit.

Hard, fast. She scrabbled to hold onto the desk and bucked back against me, her ass bouncing.

“Come with me,” I grated out.

“Going to.” Her ragged response had me hauling back and shoving deep as I circled her clit. She splintered apart around me, and I couldn’t hold on.

I managed to pull out once more and sank home while she was still coming, her relentless spasms milking my cock.

I turned my head and bit her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her flesh as my hips flexed and I squeezed out every drop into her giving pussy.

“Oh shit.” She slapped her hand against the desk once, twice.

“Tapping out.” Groaning out a laugh, I pulled out of her.

“Don’t move.”

“Not gonna. Can’t.” As carefully as possible, I gripped her hip and turned her over, hoisting her legs high. She gaped at me.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Keeping my cum inside you.” She threw an arm over her eyes, chest still heaving.

Her tits were distracting as fuck, and my supposedly used-up dick was already waking again.

“That’s not necessary, is it?”

“Can’t be too careful.”

“Good to the last drop,” she muttered, and I laughed. Ally’s [POV] I’d just let a guy come inside me, and he was now out in the receptionist’s area, discussing lunch with his secretary.

He had a secretary. The guy I’d just fucked to make a baby. A baby, for God’s sake, when I wasn’t even entirely sure how to make Eggs Benedict.

That logic didn’t fully track, but it did for me. I had cum running down my thighs so much for your legs up trick, Hamilton and the dude I’d banged like a drum was ordering me a salami sub. Sweet since it was my favorite.

Holy crap, I had to get out of here. First, I had to get to the bathroom. My gaze swung wildly around the office.

Spotting a closed door, I let out a breath. Of course, he had a private bathroom. I bent to gather my discarded dress.

No panties, since they were destroyed. Good thing they were a Walmart special and not La Perla. Not that I owned any La Perla, but, Panic babbling had officially overtaken my brain.

I wasn’t as weirded out by this whole thing as I was the first time we’d had sex God, we were on multiples now but the addition of procreation followed by shared salami was upping the strange factor.

I needed to get cleaned up and get out so I could think without those sexy chocolate-brown eyes unraveling me.

Was that so much to ask? After tugging up my dress and tying the straps behind my neck, I reached for my purse and cleaned up as quickly as I could with the single tiny tissue fine, cocktail napkin inside.

Then I carefully walked on my tiptoes to the bathroom, more to remain as tidy as possible than to hide my escape.

Tiptoeing wasn’t particularly easy in heeled sandals, but I was used to several foot tricks to distract myself from long hours waiting on tables.

Prancing sideways to that closed door like a polo pony, however, was a new one. I grabbed the doorknob and ducked inside, shutting my eyes with a grateful breath.

Even having another door between us was a relief. Harder for him to work his magic on me through multiple layers of wood.

Then I opened my eyes and discovered the supposed bathroom was a dusty storage closet.

“Shit.” No private bathroom meant I had to leave the office and slip down the hall. Which might not be so bad if Shelly wasn’t at her desk, but since he’d been talking to someone out there, chances were good it was her. And oh my Lord, the humiliation.

She had to have heard everything Seth and I had done. We weren’t exactly quiet. I’d tried to be, but this was all new to me and I guess good sex meant making a lot of noise.

Then again, maybe it was just as Seth had said he didn’t mind if others heard. Was that his kink?

The depositing-his-cum-inside-me thing seemed like another one, even if it did have an established end purpose.

Still, did he have to relish it quite so much? I rubbed my forehead. Okay, time to think.

I still needed a bathroom, and I wanted some air, and I was also hungry, according to the roar currently emanating from my stomach. Oh, lookie there, that window led to the fire escape.

Score. Of course, there was the small matter of my still slightly damp thighs, but delicate steps. Forget the walk of shame.

I’d patent the matching tiptoe. I crossed the room, dodging boxes and miscellaneous paper goods, and stopped at the window. The fire escape snaked down the side of the building.

Perfect. I could slip around Barb’s Bakery and into the alley, then cross the street and cover the short distance to the diner.

Where I would finish cleaning up, fold up this beautiful dress, and put on the spare uniform in my locker so I could get to work. Day off or no day off, I needed some normalcy in my life.

Routine. A way to keep my hands and my mind occupied. My spine prickled and I gripped the window, pausing long enough to haul in a breath. Maybe I shouldn’t do this.

I couldn’t keep running out on the guy. Though this wasn’t that, precisely. I just needed to work.

To figure out why I’d had sex with my best friend twice and was now trying to have a baby with him, without happening to mention the pesky fact that oh, I’d been in love with him forever.

No big. That wasn’t all that relevant anyway. We were having sex, weren’t we? I’d never even expected to have that much with him.

Any last flickers of hope in that direction, small and rare as they were, had been stomped out when he’d married Marj.

Even after they’d divorced, that hope hadn’t returned. I was nothing if not pragmatic, and Seth and I worked as friends.

Lovers were something else entirely. But we seemed to be working there too. At least physically.

Though that was pretty much a key-in-lock situation. I shoved up the window. Yeah, I had to get out of here.

Gingerly, I climbed out, adjusting my dress as I went, and turned to push the window back down. I hurried down the surprisingly sturdy metal steps, sure everyone in town could see my midday flight.

At the bottom of the steps, I realized I didn’t have my purse. Fuck.

I’d just have to come back for it later. There was no way Seth wasn’t back in the office now. Besides, I lived with Sage and she would have a key.

There was nothing I needed urgently in my purse. I rarely used my cell phone and I’d walked over to Seth’s from the loft so my car keys were still in our apartment.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Other than a spare tampon, breath mints, and my wallet that contained a slim ten singles, my emergency credit card, and my driver’s license, the bag was empty.

And I wasn’t risking running into Seth again right now, whether or not that made me a coward.

Now I was a coward who was ducking my head and rushing across the busy street to the safety of the tree-lined opposite side.

Tall, stately buildings shielded me as I jog-walked to the diner, smiling at people as I passed, still walking like I was carrying a glass time bomb between my jittery thighs.

Nah, not a time bomb, just Seth Hamilton’s possible progeny. The diner was like an oasis in the center of Main Street.

I slipped inside and immediately aimed right for the back, tossing smiles and hellos as if they were confetti.

But the second that swinging door shut behind me, I closed my eyes and breathed. Just breathed. Made it.

My state of euphoria was short-lived.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Swallowing a sigh, I lifted one lid and faced my best friend.

The other one, with cherub blond curls and green eyes, didn’t miss a trick.

“I work here, last I knew.”

“Today is your day off,” Sage said as if I’d forgotten.

“You’re all dressed up and everything. Love the shoes, by the way.”

“Thanks. My favorite pair.” I almost said my only dressy summer pair, but she already knew that, living with me and all.

She’d seen the pathetic lack of nice clothes and shoes I’d moved into my closet. I sucked at Girling.

“Yet you sneaked in here, all spy-like. So what’s up? I want details.” Sage crossed her arms over her ample breasts.

I’d been envious of her rack a time or two until Seth had shown such appreciation for my set. Now it was hard to want any others.

Nope, I didn’t have it bad or anything. Badder, since I’d been sunk over him, to begin with.