“It’s okay, honey,” Nick said, patting her back and smiling, as though nothing could really be wrong as long as they were together. “We’ll order pizza. It’ll still be fun.”
Nick never used to smile much at all.
But Jay didn’t need a woman to be happy. Much as he’d enjoyed his time at Emily’s, he didn’t need anything serious. He liked being able to flirt with other women and take one home. He didn’t want commitment.
While Nick called the pizza place, Diana turned to Jay and said, “So I’m guessing ‘she’s nice’ means you’re not interested.”
He shook his head. “Nah. Sorry.”
“I’m not going to give up on finding someone for you.”
“I know. I’m rather frightened. Nick goes on and on about how stubborn you are.”
She laughed. “Now that the wedding is over, I don’t know what to do with all my time.”
They had pizza and beer, and Jay talked to Tanya, but tried not to encourage her. It was fun, but not as much fun as hanging out with Emily this morning had been.
And thankfully, he didn’t feel as awkward around Nick as he had last weekend.
Sleeping with your friend’s sister—that was one of those lines you were never supposed to cross. And he’d crossed it. Several times. But he was mostly okay with that now, and he was no longer disturbed by the part of himself that he’d discovered with Emily. They were enjoying themselves. No one would get hurt. How could this be wrong, just because she was related to Nick?
However, even though Jay and Nick didn’t usually talk about their sex lives, he felt like he was keeping a big secret from his best friend, and that didn’t seem right. But he had no intention of revealing the truth.
****
He called Emily the next day. He couldn’t help it.
“I was wondering,” he said casually, “when you would like me to fuck you next?”
He was rewarded with a swift intake of breath on the other end of the phone.
“Are you free on Wednesday?” she asked.
“Sure. Wednesday is good.”
“How about you come over to my place? I’ll pretend to be your maid. A maid who’s had a crush on her employer for a long time.”
Jay lowered his voice. “I’ve been thinking about being inside my maid’s pussy for a very long time.”
He didn’t want to wait until Wednesday. But he would.
Chapter Eleven
Jay got to Emily’s condo at five to eight on Wednesday. He couldn’t help but be early when he’d hardly been able to think of anything else all day.
He came inside without knocking, as she’d instructed him to do. She was nowhere in sight. It certainly smelled delicious, though. He peeked into the kitchen and saw cookies cooling on a rack. Ginger molasses, from the looks of it.
Jesus. She’d made his favorite cookies. What guy wouldn’t want this woman?
He went to the living room. She wasn’t there, either. But something caught his eye.
Emily’s home was very neat. Nothing out of place.
Except for a pink phallic object on the couch.
He picked up the vibrator. The end of it was slightly moist. He couldn’t help picturing her dressed up as a French maid, the toy between her legs. His cock hardened, and he hadn’t even seen her yet.
He walked down the hall and entered the bedroom.
And there she was, dusting the dresser.
She was not wearing a French maid outfit.
No, she was wearing that cherry apron.
And nothing else.
“Hello, Mr. Cheng.” She spoke cheerfully and kept on dusting. “How was your day?”
He’d put on khakis and a dress shirt. No tie, no jacket. He had no idea what his character did for work, except that he didn’t wear a suit every day and must make decent money if he had a maid. And Jay certainly couldn’t come up with anything now. His mind was blank.
She looked so delicious.
“Emily,” he said. “We have a little problem.”
She paused, feather duster in mid-air. “What is the problem, sir?”
He held up the pink vibrator. “I found this on the couch, and I’m certain it’s not mine. And it’s wet, as though you’ve been using it. Did you have it in your pussy just before I got home?”
She put down the duster. “I’m so sorry. I was overcome with these urges. You know how it is. I had to do it. It couldn’t wait.”
“Is this the first time you’ve masturbated on my couch?”
She looked down, a touch bashful, but her brown eyes were sultry when she looked back at him. “No, sir. You make me very hot, and sometimes just being in your house … well, I can’t help it. I can’t concentrate on my work until I take care of myself. You wouldn’t want your house to get dirty, would you?”
“I applaud you on your ability to problem solve.”
A burst of laughter escaped her mouth, and then she was back to looking sultry.
“There is also the matter of your outfit,” he said. “You seem to have lost your clothes.”
“Hardly. I’m wearing an apron.”
“And nothing underneath.”
“Ah. That.” She tossed him a sexy smile. “I thought you might enjoy the view. I hoped it would help you de-stress after your long day at … whatever the hell company you work for.”
He stepped closer. The apron was tied high at the neck so that it covered most of her chest. But he could still see a couple of red spots.
He wanted to see more.
Jay placed his hand on her bare shoulder and rubbed his thumb over her skin.
“What are you hoping I’ll do after I finish enjoying the view?” he asked quietly.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. And I’ve liked you since the day I started working for you.” She started unbuttoning his shirt. “Take me to bed. Please.”
His cock was begging him to do that right away.
Soon.
“I will, but there are a few conditions. First, I must ask that you stop leaving vibrators in my living room. It would be very bad if someone else saw this, wouldn’t it? But you are welcome to leave them on my bed, if you feel compelled to orgasm in my absence.”
“I can do that, sir.”
“Second of all, you must wear this outfit from now on when you are at my house. No panties, no bra, no shirt, no skirt. Is that clear?”
“Yes. Very clear.”
It would be so easy. He could undo the bow at the back of her neck, and the top half of the apron would fall forward. But he wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.
Jay scooped her up in his arms, then set her down on the bed. He held the vibrator close to her face.
“Now show me how you use this,” he said. “Show me exactly what you did before I came home.”
Her look was all saucy and confident. She lifted up the bottom of the apron and positioned the vibrator on her clit. And then she turned it on.
“I was thinking of you when I did this, of course. Imagining your head between my legs, your tongue on me. You like eating pussy, don’t you, sir?”
He did not understand why a man had not already claimed this woman.
“Later. I’d like to get to know you better before I fuck you with my tongue.”
He crawled up her body and kissed her. She kissed him back savagely, even biting his bottom lip, and he groaned. Out of the bedroom, she was so careful, controlled. But in bed? That was a different matter. And yet the top of her apron, shielding her chest, reminded him of what she still wanted to control.
He ran his finger along her slit. She was moist and warm, and he could smell the scent of her desire. God yes, he wanted to go down on her.
But not yet.
He slipped his finger inside her as she used the vibrator. Seeing her hand wrapped around the toy, her head tipped back and mouth parted in pleasure—it was so damn hot. He began thrusting, faster and faster, wanting her to come apart in his arms. And soon she did, arching her bod
y even more, crying out.
He would never tire of hearing her come.
“You are quite a sexual young woman, aren’t you?” he said when she stopped shaking.
“Just lately.”
With him.
“Have you ever been fucked by your employer before?” he asked.
“Well, there was that time I worked as a secretary…”
Jay took the vibrator from her hand and shut it off. He kept his eyes on hers as he crawled back down the bed, until his head was at her pretty and swollen pink flesh. And then he touched his tongue to her.
She jumped.
He shut his eyes and licked her, savoring her, reveling in her quiet moans, in the way she gripped his hair. He could do this for a very long time. But he didn’t have to do it for much longer before she was writhing against him and crying out.
“I’m so sensitive today,” she said, her voice husky. She looked utterly boneless and very happy. “You take such good care of your employees.”
“Of course I do. Now tell me, are you too worn out to take my cock? Shall we have a little break?”
“No, no. I want you. But first…”
She untied the apron and pulled it off.
****
Removing the apron had seemed like a great idea when she was acting as the maid who desperately wanted to sleep with her employer. But once Emily was naked, she no longer felt like the shameless maid.
Now she was herself.
And being naked in front of someone else always made her very uncomfortable. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Em,” Jay whispered. “Show me, love.”
She slowly laid her arms at her sides.
“You’re beautiful,” he said reverently. He never seemed to tire of saying that to her.
He dipped his head and licked the outline of her birthmark. This time, she didn’t stop him. Then he pressed kisses in a zig-zag up her chest, over the worst of her red skin. He kissed her mouth afterward, slowly and deliberately, and moved his hand to her breast. He rubbed his thumb over the top of it. The skin that would show if she wore a revealing dress, but that was something she’d never be able to do.
Right now, that didn’t seem so bad. She could still enjoy herself physically.
Emily finally started to relax, her body remembering that she’d had two orgasms not long ago. He continued to kiss her, everywhere he could. The parts she liked, the parts she didn’t. They were all worthy of his attention.
He took one of her hands and moved it to his crotch. “See how hard you make me.”
She unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside. He was warm and hard and smooth—unlike her chest. And God, he felt glorious.
“Not too much,” he said, his voice strained. “I won’t last.”
He shucked off his clothes and rolled on a condom. He cupped her cheek as he pushed inside, oh so slowly, dragging out his entry into her body. His lips parted and his eyes fluttered closed, like she was giving him the most exquisite pleasure.
He filled every inch of her. Every inch of her felt cherished.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Thank you, she mouthed. Thank you.
His thrusts were deep, his skin rubbing against her skin. It was almost unbearably intense. She wouldn’t be able to take a lot of this, and yet she wanted it to go on forever.
Jay rolled them over so she was on top. He pulled her down so he could take her nipple in his mouth as she rode him. The warmth of his tongue on the skin that was almost never touched … it made her tremble. She sped up, needing to come again while he was inside her. Needing it so desperately.
Her pleasure rose, reached its peak. When she bit his shoulder in her ecstasy, he pulled his mouth from her breast and growled, spending himself inside her. And she was glad, so glad, that she could do this to him.
Afterward he held her from behind, planting lazy kisses all over her skin. She pulled up the sheet, but only as far as her hips. She felt … at peace. So different from how she’d felt after sex with anyone else.
“You’re the only man who’s sucked on my breasts,” she said.
“Really? Those other men were idiots.”
She could count on him to say something like that.
Curious, she turned in his arms and dipped her head to his nipple.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He covered his chest with his arms.
“I want to see if it’s as enjoyable for you as it is for me.”
He shook his head.
“Come on. Hasn’t a woman done that to you before? Or were they all idiots?”
“They’ve tried, but…” One corner of his mouth curled up. “I’m ticklish.”
“For real?”
“Yes, for real.”
“Let me check.” She attempted to pry his arms off his chest.
“Hell, no.”
And then they were wrestling naked in her bed, the sheets a tangled mess. She kept laughing, even though her shirt was off and she was exposed.
He pinned her on her back, holding both of her arms over her head with one hand. She struggled to catch her breath as she looked up at him. He was shockingly handsome. She’d never found someone this handsome before.
“Emily,” he said, “I’m your employer. And I must tell you that you are strictly forbidden from touching my nipples unless you want to get into very big trouble.”
“Ooh. Big trouble. That sounds interesting.”
He smiled. “Don’t you dare, okay?”
“Fine, fine. You can let me go. I’ll be good.”
“I’m not convinced. Remember, you left your vibrator on my couch and dusted my furniture while naked—”
“I was wearing an apron!”
“That hardly counts,” he said. “Your ass wasn’t covered.”
“But you didn’t want it to be covered, did you? I think you enjoyed yourself quite a bit.”
“That I did.”
Jay let go of her wrists. He lazily traced a figure eight over her chest, then rubbed his thumb over her nipple. It hardened.
“So,” he said. “You like sex quite a bit now, don’t you?”
“Apparently all I needed was to have it with you.”
“And you even got naked for me today.” He rolled her onto her side again and held her from behind. “Is this all you want from me? Are you finished with my services?”
Emily didn’t want to let him go, not yet. She wanted to try it all sorts of different ways. Off the end of the bed, sitting on the kitchen island…
And although she’d started to like sex, it was only with one particular guy. At least now she knew she could enjoy it. But she’d have to go through this again when she found someone she wanted to date. She wouldn’t feel comfortable with him right away.
“I only just managed to show my chest to a man,” she said. “I still need more practice. You don’t mind?”
“Of course not. I love fucking you.”
The words rolled easily off his tongue, and yet she felt his body tense.
She didn’t ask why. She was practically giddy, and she wouldn’t let anything interfere with her good mood.
Emily sat up and put on her apron. “I’m going to get some food.”
“The ginger molasses cookies I smelled when I came in?”
“And some coffee, if you want.”
“That would be great.”
She swayed her hips as she left the bedroom and walked to the kitchen, her back completely bare except for the ties on the apron. She whistled as she made the coffee.
She could be more than she’d ever thought possible before.
****
When Emily returned to the bedroom with two cups of coffee and a plate of cookies, Jay was half-sitting against the headboard, his arms crossed behind his head, his muscles on display. She broke off a piece of cookie and fed it to him, her fingers brushing his lips. So many little things were thrilling with him.
And they had a shared history. This, for wh
atever reason, was what her mind turned to now.
“Why did you tell your parents?” she asked, peering at him over her cup of coffee.
His brows knit together, but then he nodded. “You mean why did I tell my parents that your father wasn’t well?”
“Yes. After I made you promise not to say anything.”
She’d been terrified that if any adults found out about their situation, they would call the Children’s Aid Society. Maybe Emily and her brothers would be taken away because her father was neglecting them, and the three of them would be separated. She’d essentially lost both of her parents. She refused to lose her brothers, too.
She’d only been a child.
Emily hadn’t realized that her father was sick, and there were treatments available. She’d simply thought he was heartbroken. There was no cure for that.
Jay had come over to their house several times a week. It had been good for Nick to have someone to play with, and it had been much easier for Jay to come over rather than the other way around. Her father couldn’t be counted on to get out of the basement and drive, but Jay’s parents would always pick him up.
So he’d known what their household was like.
“They started asking questions,” he said. “They wondered why they never saw your dad anymore. I lied a few times, but I didn’t feel good about it. Then I heard you crying in the washroom, saw the tears in your eyes when you brought up another uneaten plate of food from the basement, and I thought … maybe I should tell someone.” He shrugged. “I hated to see a hot girl unhappy.” Trying to lighten the moment.
She gave him a little shove. “I still can’t believe you had a crush on me when we were kids.”
“I know.” He looked down at his mug and smiled. “What was I thinking?” And then his hand was in her hair, pushing it back behind her ears. “I knew you’d hate me for saying something—”
“And I did.”
“—but I thought it might be worth it.”
“It was, in the end. He got help and eventually he got better.”
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