Maid For The Hollywood Heartthrob: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 200)

by Flora Ferrari

  “I wanna see you,” I protest, but catch on once I notice the huge mirror opposite the bed.

  “And I want you to fuck me like this,” she growls. Her own rough tone making my dick twitch, getting a notch harder and ready to go again in an instant.

  Ashlee’s a shy girl, low confidence… I get that. We’ll work on that.

  But boy, does she know how to fuck and she’s not afraid to tell me how she wants it.

  “I love you… and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll squirt on my cock,” I tell her, making her hum with satisfaction, already gyrating her hips on me, our shared climax just the beginning of our first time together.

  Something I know I’ll treasure forever.

  “Mine,” I growl, and she only hums louder in agreement as I study her face in the mirror.

  She’s trying to watch me, but her eyes keep rolling back as she focuses, working her internal muscles and flexing her hips in time with my body, wanting to give me as much pleasure as I know I’m giving her.

  I’m watching her though, all of her. My hands on her hips, pulling her towards me with each stroke and letting one, then both slide up onto the small of her smooth back.

  Her skin is so soft, so smooth. I could glide my hands across it all day, but the sight of her bent over forward in the mirror. Her huge chest rocking into me as she pushes herself back onto me…

  I hear myself moan louder, I can’t believe what she’s doing to me. It’s incredible.

  It’s time for her to turn the tables, commanding me to come inside her, even though I know I want to go longer so she can come again.

  “I wanna feel you come inside me,” she purrs. “I want you to fill me with our babies, you can make me come anytime… right now I need you to come inside me Tony… Tony!” she suddenly gaps, gripping the sheets with both hands and growling like a she-wolf, heaving back up against me so fast and hard I have to grip her by the hips again.

  Promising to give her what she wants.

  What she needs.

  Shifting myself forward on my keens, I feel like I’m deeper inside her than I thought possible, and her sudden low moan lets me know I’ve found a new pleasure center, opened up only after such vigorous fucking.

  Her whimpering sounds try to tell me again, only getting half the word out. “Come… me… -ony…”

  Her words, her tightness flexing over my hardness like nothing else, it’s time.

  I feel myself coming and I swear out loud, telling her I love her with each pulse of the rising exchange between us.

  Circling herself firmer and slower, I feel her starting to shudder for a third time, both of us collapsing on the bed.

  I stay inside her, clutching her close as she assumes the little spoon position while I stroke her hair back, kiss her neck, and tell her she’s mine and that I love her.

  I never thought I’d be able to tell anyone that I love them, but then again I just met the only one I ever will.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Ashlee

  I’ve never felt so safe. Never felt so satisfied either.

  I’m glad I never met anyone else who wanted my virginity. I’m glad I kept myself pure so I could give myself to Tony.

  To think of all the women in the world who would give so much more than their virginity, or anything else to get what I have now.

  Hearing him tell me he loves me, and being able to tell him the same right back… it takes away all the fear and uncertainty that’s plagued me my whole life.

  I’m not even worried about Stacy anymore, or the stuff I left at her place. What used to be my home.

  I am home now, in Tony’s arms is the only place I’ll ever call home from now on and I just know he feels exactly the same.

  I try to stay awake, try to have a mumbled conversation with Tony about something I don’t even remember… but I fall asleep.

  Totally spent, exhausted but with a huge smile on my face I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, only waking to the sound of running water.

  Reaching behind me I feel a jolt of panic when he’s not there.

  I sit up, my brain foggy and my body pulsing with a pleasing ache that makes me remember what happened.

  But where’s Tony?

  I examine my feelings for a moment, and realize I’m not frightened anymore, just curious as to where he’s gotten to.

  His gift to me, inside me, which I hope will grow into our children is forever.

  I won’t die if he’s out of bed for ten minutes, probably had to use the bathroom.

  Stretching out and yawning, I don’t even feel like I need to know the time or even what day it is anymore.

  I roll over as soon as I hear Tony whistling to himself, making me smile and feeling foolish for even entertaining a doubtful thought for a second.

  “I’m running you a bath,” he says with a sly grin, only serving to broaden my own smile.

  “Do I smell bad?” I tease him, making him frown.

  “I could smell you all day and all night. I just thought...” he says, but I pat the empty space next to me.

  “Come here then,” I tell him, and in a moment he has me in his arms, kissing me tenderly again.

  “I just thought a bath might be nice, together,” he continues.

  There’s a soft knock, followed by a low sounding chime.

  “It’s okay,” he assures me. “Just dinner. I hope you like steak,” he says, kissing me again before tearing himself away to get the door, taking time to shut off the faucet on his way.

  Never in a hurry, and always knowing exactly what he wants.

  I sigh out loud, throwing myself back onto the thick pillows, stifling another squeal.

  This is actually happening! It’s really happening to me.

  He’s only got a thin towel wrapped around his waist, naked everywhere else and I still have to marvel at the man’s body when he reappears, wheeling a trolley covered with shiny silver domes, the smell of food filling the room and making me hungry.

  The sight of him just so, making me hungry for everything else he has on offer.

  “I might need that bath,” I warn him. “I’m feeling real dirty all of a sudden.”

  I chuckle as he blushes, but flush hard myself once I see the tent pole springing to life right in front of me, making me groan out loud.

  “I want that!” I exclaim, but Tony presses his finger to my lips.

  “You need to eat first,” he lectures me, smiling with a twinkle in his eyes, his body flexing without effort as he lifts those lids, and in the process letting his towel slip quite by accident, but it makes me gasp.

  I had no idea how big he really is, and it explains the pleasant ache I have which is already drenched and ready for more of what he’s packing.

  “Food,” he says firmly, wheeling the trolley over. “Unless madam would prefer it in the tub?”

  I make a face, who eats in the bath?

  “Ever tried it?” he asks me, and I shake my head.

  “Neither have I, wanna?”

  The thought of being that much closer to him, in hot water and food…? I dunno. But I’ll take Tony over my own indecision any day.

  Moments later, I’m up to my boobs in bubbles and Tony is serving us steak dinners onto the polished timber slab that sits across the enormous tub, big enough for more than the two of us, but filled nicely once Tony settles in behind me.

  I can feel his manhood resting up against my back as I lean back into his body, wondering why he hadn’t suggested this earlier.

  He spoils me.

  Cutting my meat and feeding it to me, then taking a bite for himself off the same plate.

  “Too much?” he asks, sounding concerned his idea of spoiling me might be weird, but I shake my head, my mouth full of food.

  “No, I love this. It’s perfect,” I tell him, not having to turn around, feeling his thickness getting harder and fatter behind me.

  Pulsing. Reminding me of the effect I have on him as well as the effect he has on all my
appetites. Even the newly found ones.

  There’s vegetables and a potato dish too. The food’s excellent but it’s the company I feel that makes it such a memorable moment.

  Once we’ve eaten, he slides the board all the way down, past our feet even, and lays back just holding me, crossing his huge arms over my chest as I lay there with him, staring up at the moonless night through the glass domed ceiling above us.

  I half think to myself if he deliberately has domes in all his places, or if they just come that way, but he interrupts my thought.

  “What do you want, Ashlee. From life I mean?” he asks me suddenly, breaking my train of thought. The one where he has me bent over the edge of the bath, stuffing me full of my ideal dessert under a star filled glass dome, like a snow dome in my mind.

  “What do I want?” I ask rhetorically, thinking for a moment.

  “Well, it sounds silly, but I always wanted to be an actress,” I tell him truthfully, four years at college wasn’t just for shits and giggles.

  I really did want to be an actress.

  “Is that a fact?” he asks cryptically and starts humming to himself, filling a sponge with soap to wash down my front.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Tony

  If she was any sweeter, she would have set brittle in the tub, like toffee. But Ashlee’s more than sweet, she’s level-headed and grown beyond her years.

  She knows what she wants, she’s just never been given the chance to prove she can be anything she wants.

  For me though, her just being herself is enough. I know I’ve more than fallen for her, I’m hooked and I’ll never let her go. Not for anything.

  We talk until the water grows cold and I top it up with hot water until it gets cold again, before we both just agree to go back to bed.

  I dry her off, marveling at her body all over again, not minding that she just wants to snuggle once she dried me off, even though I’m rock hard the whole time.

  “It’s just what you do to me,” I remind her. “It doesn’t always mean we have to… y’know?”

  “I thought I wanted to,” she confesses. “I really did, but after all that food and the bath… I just want to sleep.”

  I feel the same. It’s been a big day and we climb into the even bigger bed, doing our spoon thing and settling into complete bliss just holding each other.

  I start to ask her something, but realize she’s already asleep, and I’m not far behind her.

  We’re on a boat, a skinny boat of some kind and Ashlee points over to the horizon… there’s a farm or something. A double story building surrounded by ancient trees. She has a baby in her lap, and I know it’s our daughter, Emily…

  I jolt awake, the ringing of the hotel phone by the bed sees me snatching up the handset before it wakes Ashlee. I don’t want her rest disturbed.

  “What!” I hiss.

  “Good morning, Cinderella. Did you find a fit for your shoe?”

  It takes me a second to connect the dots, then I groan.

  “Max! I’m so sorry,” I whisper, getting out of bed, I walk to the next room, not wanting to wake Ashlee.

  “Quite alright, m’boy. I figured you’d make it to your second home there. I took the liberty of staying here last night, at your place. Billed by the hour at my overtime rate,” he adds matter of fact, reminding me of the importance of doing things right, sticking to your guns.

  Max is a shrewd businessman as well as a potent attorney. If I have to hand over half my millions to get my own way with Ashlee, to get back at those photographers… that Stacy woman, so be it.

  “I only called to see if you could have the car sent back. I have other clients y’know,” he drones, disinterested. I can hear his keyboard tapping and my coffee machine in the background. Max is multi-tasking every minute of every day.

  “Sure,” I yawn. “I’ll have the hotel drop it back if you like?”

  “Soon.” He adds before hanging up. I know he’s not mad, he would’ve called a lot sooner if he wanted his car, but Max never minces his words either. He’s far too busy.

  Just as I hang up the phone, it rings again.

  “Hi Max,” I chime, knowing it’s him.

  “And don’t forget. You owe that secretary an autographed photo, Bridgette!” he reminds me, hanging up again without another word.

  I have to smile, and I know old Max is too on the other end. How he even knew her name let alone remembered it…

  That’s why I employ him. He’s the best at what he does.

  If he played best buddy with me, our client-professional attorney relationship would never work, and he’d never get his fee.

  Peeking in on Ashlee, I can see her turned away from me, but her body slowly rising and falling with the breath of deep sleep, which makes me smile.

  Knowing she’s mine now, that we’re together… Nothing seems too much either and I almost look forward to doing the list of things I know I should do today, making up for everything I didn’t do yesterday.

  But I’ve done the most important thing in my life so far, that’s all that matters.

  Flipping open my laptop in the study nook of the suite by a window lit with morning light, I’m a little staggered by the hundreds of emails, and all since yesterday.

  Almost all of them are veiled blackmail threats from trashy websites and magazine publishers, giving me twenty four hours to pay them to retract their photos, ‘or else.’

  It takes a second, but I forward all of them to Max.

  Evidence, and I know he’ll have his people follow up on every single one with a civil lawsuit.

  It’ll cost a mint, but I mean business this time. I’m not rolling over for anyone when it comes to my Ashlee.

  Before I forget, I pull a fresh nine by ten glossy portrait of myself from a drawer, and dutifully sign it to Bridgette.

  I remember the days when studios would make me spend hours signing these things. Thank god those days are over.

  Bridgette. you might be the lucky last.

  Checking the cleaning agency’s address on my old fashioned Rolodex, I go to address an envelope, but there aren’t any, no stamps either.

  I call reception and ask for some more stationary, stamps and the like. I could just leave it for them to post it, but knowing Max, he’ll be cross-examining me about how I sent the autograph.

  He’s funny like that. A real stickler for detail.

  Without meaning to, I’ve woken Ashlee but it’s the best start to my day to hear her coming out of our room, crossing the wooden floor and slinging herself over my shoulder.

  Her hair down, touching my shoulder, I can feel her, warm from our bed still.

  “Morning,” she coos, kissing my ear and I turn to give her a proper good morning kiss.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Ashlee

  Tony sets me on his lap, holding me and kissing me until I feel something familiar pulsing against me from underneath.

  I have a robe on, so does he, but his manhood has a life of its own. Like a third wheel following us around already.

  One I don’t mind at all. It’s the best feeling to wake up, knowing my man still wants me after the day and night he gave me before.

  “Breakfast?” he asks, and I have to think for a moment before he reassures me.

  “We can have it in bed,” he says, to which I heartily agree.

  “I’ll order it up, but I have to make some coffee first,” he tells me. “I’m useless without it first thing.”

  I kiss his cheek, jumping as he squeezes my ass.

  “Almost useless,” he reassures me with a muffled laugh.

  I let myself up, knowing he wants to get his coffee, but also sensing he wants to serve some for me too, wants to look after me and not let me do anything for myself while he spoils me some more.

  Then I see it.

  It’s a stunning glossy black and white of Tony, looks like it was taken a few years ago, but he hasn’t aged a day, just has some natural silver highlighting
his hair now.

  Bridgette.

  ‘For Bridgette… Love and affection, always… Tony’

  I feel my heart clench, like iced water has been poured down my robe.

  I want to tear the photo up, to run screaming at Tony, demanding he explain what all this is about.

  But I take a deep breath instead.

  He was sitting right in front of it with me, it’s his job. I remind myself.

  A celebrity signing an autographed photo is no big deal.

  I’ll have to deal with a lot more than this if I’m going to be his…

  Be his what?

  Is he really going to walk down red carpets with you? Show you off at those award ceremonies all over the world? In all those magazines?

  My chest tightens again, I feel sick.

  I suddenly don’t care who Bridgette is. I want my old life back, but I also want Tony. I need Tony. It’s a horrible feeling.

  Looking out the window, I tell myself to calm down. I don’t think I need to map out any kind of future other than what Tony’s already told me.

  He loves me, that much I know and that’s all that matters. I’ll deal with the rest as it-

  The chirping ring of my phone cuts through the near silence, and I dash to answer it out of reflex.

  Tony’s humming and tinkering in the kitchen tells me he’s busy enough.

  Without even looking though, I know who it is, making me pause before answering.

  Do I really need this right now?

  It’s Stacy… my mom.

  I want to answer it, but I chicken out, letting it go to voicemail, then wait again for the chime to let me know she left a message.

  Jeez, she’s left a message alright.

  It’s a full minute of me standing in the bedroom before I get the message notification, suggesting she’s used every second available to leave her message.

  I feel my stomach drop a little further.

  The finality of everything, me leaving home, no job, no money… and although I know it’s stupid, Tony signing photos for ‘Bridgette’ and all those like her in the world?

  I feel double sick.

  Triple sick.

  “Ash? Ashlee?” I hear Tony calling me from outside the bedroom.