Page 5 of Maid for Love
“Um–no!” I blurt in a panic. “I can’t!”
Immediately, a pang of regret strikes my heart. Why am I saying no? I so attracted to this man that ithurts. I planned to go home and have some fun with some naughty toys for a couple of hours, but I already know that I won’t be able to satisfy my needs all by myself. Nothing could make me feel as good as Barron, and I won’t be able to get him out of my head until I have him…
“No?” the older man lets out a low chuckle as he stands up, pushing the girls out of his lap. I bite my lip as I stare up at his towering form. “You’re telling me that you don’t want to join?”
“Um yes,” I whisper, not sounding the least bit convincing. “I mean, no, I don’t want to join you.”
He chuckles, blue eyes amused.
“Sweetheart, who are you kidding? You’ll be lucky if you don’t leave a puddle behind when you stand up from your spot on that couch.”
“I–” I try my best to come up with an argument, but he’s right. I’m so wet that I can feel my own juices sliding down the insides of my thighs! But am I really that obvious?
“I know you want me,” he taunts as he takes a seat next to me, so close that I can feel his breath on my cheek as he speaks. “After all, Ididhappen to catch you sneaking a peek at us earlier,” he whispers.
“What?” I stammer. My eyes widen and my heart begins to pound as he angles that dark head.
“You think I didn’t hear you moaning while you touched yourself yesterday? You’re not as quiet as you think you are when having an orgasm, you know.”
“Mr. Colgate, please, I’m so sorry–”
“Your apology was already accepted, remember?” he grins. “Besides, I’m not interested in hearing anymore ‘I’m sorry’s.’ I want to give you exactly what I know you want,” he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand over until it rests on his erection. “Or more precisely, what youneed, Miss Smythe.”
My fingers grip his hardness immediately, and I let out a shaky breath as I feel just how big his dick is. I’m practically drooling as I stare down at it because my fingers don’t even close all the way around his girth. They look like tiny baby fingers gripping something huge and massive, and the heat rushes to my thighs again.
“I–” I look over at Star and Lacy who are watching us lazily as they touch each other. Star’s hand is squeezing Lacy’s breast underneath her bra, and Lacy is massaging the inside of Star’s thigh, dangerously close to her cunt. “I–I don’t have a problem with it or anything–with other girls being, you know, with each other, and everything…” I take in a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down so I can explain properly. “It’s just that I, personally, don’t have sex with other women. So…”
“That’s fine,” Barron shrugs. “Only I will touch you. Lacy and Star will just watch. How about that?”
I stare at him.
“You can’t be serious.”
Barron shrugs.
“But I am.”
I stare at him some more, taking in the dark, tousled hair and massive bronzed chest.
“But all I did was watch. And now you want me to participate?”
He grins, flashing even white teeth.
“Exactly. That’s the price of watching us. Either that, or losing your job.”
“You wouldn’t!” I gasp, my eyes rounding with horror.
Barron merely grins again.
“Oh, I would. You intruded into my private space, Miss Smythe, and now, it’s time that I intrude into yours.”
I gasp because I can’t believe this is happening. This man is propositioning me, when all I did was sneak a peek. That’s not a crime, is it? Then again, maybe it is.
“If I do this, how do I know you won’t report me to management?”
Barron merely smiles again.
“Youwon’tknow. That’s the thing about life, sweetheart. No promises. No grand gestures. No guarantees. You’ll just have to trust me. But again, this is your job on the line. I guess what I’d ask is: how much do you want to stay employed?”