Victoria The Billionaires Maid

I’d never believed in letting an opportunity go to waste, so I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed a few towels of my own. I wrapped one around my waist and took the others with me as I entered the sauna. Kenzie had been leaning back with her eyes closed, but when the door opened, her lashes fluttered open. Her eyes widened and before she could get up, I set down the other towels and took my place on the bench below her. She tried to rise to leave, and I stopped her by placing my hand on the top of her thigh.

“Don’t go,” I told her.

Confusion warred in those cerulean depths, and she sat back down. “Are you following me?”

I chuckled at her question. “Would it bother you if I was?”

I remembered how much she used to hate it when I answered questions with a question. She always gave me the same look she was now, one which was equal parts glaring and exasperation. I smirked, especially when she let out a huff.

“It would because that would make you a stalker.”

“Have you ever been stalked before?” I asked, suddenly wanting to make sure she hadn’t been before I made things worse. That seemed to be a habit with me.

“No,” she hedged, then turned a slight shade of red. “I’m just sure that someone like Leeann would appreciate this level of attention more than I would.”

My grin grew wider. She was jealous. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, all the while trying to resist the temptation to tug on her quivering one with my teeth. “I’m not attracted to her,” I commented, not even sure why I should have.

“Hmmm,” was all she said before she leaned back and closed her eyes.

“What’s that for?” I asked, then noticed the hint of a smile as she stayed quiet.

I shook my head. Women. I’d never understood them as long as I lived and breathe. I knew their desires, but outside of that, they were true mysteries, and ones I had stopped trying to solve many years ago.

We sat there in relative silence until she cleared her throat. “Do you often pick up women in rooms such as this?”

I glanced up at her, and I could see her looking down at me with fascination. “Not particularly,” I answered honestly, then added, “but there is a first time for everything.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Hmmm,” she repeated.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re making that noise for?”

She let out a soft giggle, then shook her head. Again. Women! I went to look away, but when I tried, she moved, and the towel slid farther up her leg. Unable to resist, I reached out and touched her. She practically jumped out of her skin but settled when I started rubbing my fingers up and down her dewy flesh.

“Your skin is so soft,” I told her, not missing the slight hitch in her breath as I moved a little higher this time. Kenzie didn’t swat my hand away or even voice a verbal protest, so I leaned in and replaced my fingers with my lips.

Kenzie’s [POV]

This was more than awkward as we sat there, and I wanted to rail at him for touching me, but the truth was that it felt nice. Most of the men I’d been with since he had been so different. I tended to control things when with them, while Jonas flipped the script.

After he’d hurt me, I wondered if I would ever have sex with anyone again. I was pregnant, so that helped, but after Tori was born, I realized I might be weary, but I wasn’t dead. He’d awakened urges inside of me that would no longer stay silent.

The first man after him had nearly ended in disaster. I had been comparing the two until I realized how crazy that was. Once I separated my past from my present, I began to enjoy the things my body ached for, including Jonas’s mouth as it skimmed the inside of my thigh.

I was feeling the heat, and not just the kind one would expect to find in a sauna. His touch set my body ablaze, which was why when he used his hands to raise the towel higher, I didn’t even offer an ounce of protest. I should’ve, but I’d had trouble getting last night out of my head.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I told him when he lapped at my salty skin with his tongue.

“We’re two consenting adults, Kenzie,” he pointed out, just as he shifted his body so that he was now kneeling in front of me.

I knew what he was planning, but did nothing to stop him from undoing the knot in my towel and opening it. I was on full display, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened as he drank the sight of my naked body in. He spread my thighs wider, and when a small bit of common sense came back, I clamped them closed.

He grinned as if my sudden shyness was all a game. Of course, it was to him. I knew how completely he’d nearly destroyed me the last time, yet my core ached to feel him inside.

We stayed still for a few seconds, staring directly into each other’s eyes until he reached around me and drew me in close. His mouth touched mine just as it’d done last night. And, as I also did. I offered no resistance to him.

His lips were fused to mine and when he thrust his tongue inside, I wrapped my hands around his neck and held him there as I fought for some shred of control. It was all fading as I surrendered to him.

He must’ve realized when I did because I felt him insert two fingers inside of me. I should’ve pushed him off, but the truth was that it felt too damn good.

An urgent need inside of me built, but he kept the flames controlled by the slow and leisurely way he caressed my inner walls with those long digits. His kiss was more desperate, however, and a direct contradiction to his other actions.

That kiss matched the intensity inside me, and when he added a third and fourth finger, I nearly came. Leave it to Jonas to know exactly where my spot was located, and waste no time getting there. Others in the past struggled mightily when it came to things such as that. Jonas had no problem whatsoever, and I knew why.

Forcing those reasons out of my head, I focused on the pleasure he was wringing from me. Once he started to rub it firmly under his fingers, I couldn’t help but whimper against his lips. I needed to be fucked so badly, and my hand or any toy I owned wouldn’t do the job.

God, how I hated this man, yet wanted to fuck him something fierce. Jonas stroked that spot and it wasn’t long before my entire body tensed as I came. It was such a subdued orgasm, and I needed more.

He pulled away and the flames in his gaze matched the color of his hair. I gripped his head, pulling at the shorter strands as he said nothing. He just lowered his head, and I cried out the moment his tongue touched me.

Just like last night, anyone could walk in, but I didn’t care. When he thrust his tongue inside of me, I cried out his name.

It brought me briefly back to our high school days when I had no idea of the ugliness the world possessed or the pleasure his actions would bring.

Focusing on the latter, my head lolled from side to side as his tongue was replaced once more with his fingers, and he latched on to my clit. It’d been a while since I’d had sex, and even longer since I felt a man’s mouth on this part of me.

Jonas was once attentive and patient, whereas now, he was showing me just how much he wanted me, and we both needed the same thing.

He ate me voraciously, and it wasn’t long before I was coming for him once more. This time, he increased the speed of his fingers until a smaller, albeit less intense, orgasm ripped through me.

I was panting heavily at this point, and when he finally moved away, there was nothing I could say that would be witty or even put the ball back in my court. In the game we were playing, he had taken this round. Or had he?

Jonas stood up and once he did, I tugged at his towel until it fell free from his body. Seeing his cock as it bobbed against his toned abdomen, I was briefly reminded of my thoughts the first time I had seen him naked. I had wondered if it would fit, and I quickly learned that it did so perfectly.

“You have learned a few things with your tongue,” I finally remarked, and it earned a grin from him.