Maid for You – The Billionaire’s Maid Series Read Online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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“I am not old enough to drink.” she smirks and for the first time I get a glimpse at what she keeps hidden. Smiling, I pop it open and pour her a glass anyway.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” She quirks her eyebrow at me before taking a spoonful of her stew.

“Wow. This is delicious.” her eyes are big as she moans and chews, swallowing in between. Shit. Discreetly I adjust my cock and squeeze him as he spits in my boxers, watching her throat work and hearing the very sounds we want to be forcing from her mouth as we devour her pussy and block her throat with our girth. “Tell Norah she is amazing. I haven’t tasted soup this good since my dad’s Pozole.”

“I will be sure to let her know. Are you not going to drink your wine, Lilah?”

“No. I think I will just have some water.”

“Very well.”

The rest of dinner is spent with little conversation. Both of us, aware of each other but neither willing to draw attention to it. Her because she is unaware just how much I want her and perhaps she is unsure I am after more than just a romp in the hay. Me, because when I start, I am never going to stop. I do however need an answer to my question from earlier. “You never did tell me who was on the phone. Do you imagine he is your boyfriend?” I try to curtail the humor, but my disdain for the idea cannot be capped.

“Not that it is any of your business, Mr. Cochran, but we have yet to define our relationship, but I was hoping…”

“He is not worthy of you, baby. Any man who would let you go across the country without telling you who you are to him, is not worthy of your cherry or heart.”

“I… I don’t know why this is a relevant conversation.”

“I need to know how hard you are going to make this.”

“This?” her eyes drop down in the direction of my cock, luckily for her I am keeping him caged under this table.

“Yes, this. Us, Lilah. We are inevitable, baby. Whoever he could have been to you, is no more. He let you go, and I have you now.” I see the moment she drops her guard and lets the true desire seep out onto her face before she once again covers it.

“Well thank you for dinner. I am going to call an Uber and head home.” she is up out of her seat before I can stop her. She makes it to the door before I spin her and put her against the wall.

“Where do you imagine you are going, little flower?”

“H-home.”

“Lucky for me you are already there.” And in my grasp.

Chapter Six

LILAH

Why is everything spinning and blurry? I always thought girls giggling about being manhandled by a guy was somehow broken and missing something in her life. To me, real romance and love was like the old romance novels of corsages and five o’clock strolls before dinner. Kisses on the hand and hats tipping. I mean it was all I saw and knew. My parents never mauled one another in front of us, but obviously they had sex. I don’t think I ever recalled them kissing, even. So, between that and the books I would sneak from the library, it was my only point of reference. Which is why when Markis came along, I thought I was in my own real life romance novel. That is what I wanted, right?

Then someone please tell me why everything inside of me is alive and buzzing. Fluttering round, in spirals and tinges of peaks and valleys. Suddenly, I am in this foreign entity that I don’t recognize. “God, you smell like flowers and sin.” Crap. What is wrong with me? “You don’t even know, do you, just how alluring you are? How your untouched cunt leaves wafts and trails of fragrant bursts as you walk, breadcrumbs for desperate, weak fucks who think they have a chance. But they don’t, do they?” he whispers in my ear, his tongue leaving trails of wetness up my neck.

“N-no.” I whimper, as every part of me becomes a slave to his voice and words. I want to shout that he doesn’t have a chance, but I would only be lying to myself. If ever anyone was closer to taking something I swore would only be for my husband it is him, right now.

“Good girl. Now, I am going to fall to my knees in worship of you, right this second and I am going to taste this sweet morsel you keep flitting around town, and you are going to let me, aren’t you little flower?” I nod vigorously, not able to do anything but agree. He kisses my face, his hands moving from my arms to my waist and under my shirt. He trails his fingertips, lightly grazing my skin, leaving pebbles of goosebumps in his wake, the dizzy feeling growing with each touch. “I’m going to have to keep you in silk to protect your skin, you’re so soft.” I think he is talking to himself, but I don't really care. Everything. I feel everything.


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