Victoria The Billionaires Maid

“Okay, keep screaming. I’m cool with it. And guess what, Lawrence, I want the child too. To complete my family. Not that my family isn’t complete now, but I want another baby. Is that so crazy? If I was a woman, no one would be questioning why I’m doing this.”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Wrong. Big time wrong. They’d be thinking you couldn’t get a man and wanted a love substitute.”

“Well, that’s not entirely wrong. I can’t get a man, but I have to admit I haven’t tried.”

Her lips twitched. “You’re such a jackass.”

“Yeah, and I can see why you’re wary about crossing streams with me. Hamilton men aren’t easy to take on. Why we all end up divorced and bitter, or in the case of my twin, just the bitter part.” I moved toward Ally, boxing her in again neatly against the rail. Some part of me enjoyed doing that far too much. “Why I’m giving you an escape hatch. Do the deed, make the baby, escape while you can.”

Her lips trembled. “That’s not why at all. You just want the kid, not a woman.”

“Oh, I can assure you that’s not true, especially right now.” I tipped up her chin. “God did me a favor by blinding me to your beauty all these years. Otherwise I would’ve had you under me before we made it out of high school.”

She rolled her eyes. “Do these lines work on other women? Because gotta say, I’m not falling for them”

My mouth covered hers

just as thunder shook the sky one more time, but the crack wasn’t enough to disguise her moan. She lifted her hands up to my chest and I didn’t press for more, just kept my lips against hers, sucking down her staccato breaths while I gave her the moment to accede or shove me back.

Then her fingers curled into the fabric of my dress shirt and it was on.

I buried one hand in her hair, tilting her head back so I could have her the way I needed to. The sweetness from our tiramisu and her strawberry lip gloss battled in my head, setting off a furious pounding in my groin that had nothing to do with making a baby and everything to do with getting her naked.

Now.

Whatever it took.

I lowered my hands to her hips, fisting the cotton that barely hid her curves from my view, twisting it as our tongues touched and tangled. Without warning, I lifted her up on the railing and she gasped, wobbling, her hair streaming behind her as her honey eyes went wild and frightened.

“I’ve got you.” Tightening my hold, I moved between her legs and ran kisses over her delicate collarbone, tracing the edge of the arrow necklace she never took off. Aiming lower, burying my face in her cleavage so that her frantic heartbeat seemed to throb in tandem with my own.

Turning my head, I nipped the side of her breast through the material, just to hear her broken moan. She didn’t disappoint me. One hand gripped the railing and the other came up to grasp a handful of my hair as I lowered my mouth, making a wet path to where her nipple stood so tight and proud.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think past wanting her. My sanity was gone, blown away with the rising wind.

Hovering there, my breaths puffing out against the swelled flesh, I searched for words. Something to make this okay. Her legs trembled on either side of my hips, and I was holding onto her with every bit of strength I possessed. Her long dark hair blew against my face, tickling my skin, and I was helpless not to suck her nipple between my teeth, to scrape the edge of them over that sensitive tip.

A quick yank on my hair drew me closer, not away. Thank fuck.

Only half aware of the rain now pelting my back, soaking through my jacket and shirt to the skin, I sucked on her, already thinking about how I was going to get inside her. This wasn’t the end. I couldn’t have her walk away from me tonight like she had on Sunday.

Not if I wanted to survive it.

She bent forward, leaning over me, her hair surrounding us as I tugged at the fabric and the lacy bra beneath. A hint of pink gleamed wetly in the darkness before she covered herself, her long fingers caging in her nipple. Keeping it from my mouth.

Acute regret cleaved through me. I set her down on her feet, already fighting to shove myself back in line. My tongue buzzed from the taste of her, from the tang of my own needs. I couldn’t go home and jack myself off again with her flavor on my lips. Jesus, I’d go mad.

“Sage is home,” she said, and I stared at her, not understanding. “She doesn’t usually go out on Friday nights.” She pinned me in place with her stare and clutched her arrow necklace. “Your house is on the other side of the lake. The Inn. If there’s a room, we’ll do it and be done.”

Joy coursed through my body, and I nearly freaking dropped to my knees in gratitude.

Then what she’d said sank in.

“Just do it and be done,” I repeated. “Just like that.”

“If there isn’t a room, that means this is a mistake. Hell, it probably is anyway.” She started hurrying away, her heeled boots clacking on the cobblestones of the pier. “But you’re the big stud, Mr. Important, so see if they give you a suite. Text me the number if you get it. I’ll find you.”

“What the hell are you babbling about?” I caught up to her in a couple long strides, seizing her arm and spinning her to face me. “You’ll find me? Where are you going?”

“You may not care about being discreet, but I do. I’ll go back to my car, give it some time. Go up once it’s not obvious we’ve gone frigging nuts. And we’ll take care of this…issue.”

“This issue? The one where I want to fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name?”

She nodded primly. “That one.”

I didn’t mention the baby plan. She didn’t either. Okay, so we weren’t going there. At least we were going somewhere that might lead to my balls getting some goddamn relief.

But that whole getting it over with thing? Was not happening. And she would soon realize that, too late for her to do anything but lie there and take every bit of what I dished out.

I tugged out my phone and hit the speed dial for my brother. Rock-hard dick or not, my little girl was my number one priority.

“Laurie?” I asked as soon as my twin answered, turning away so I didn’t have to see the melting expression that overtook Ally’s face.

“She’s fine. Curled up with some rum and an episode of Empire.”

“What?”

Oliver laughed. “Make that rum raisin ice cream and an episode of some Care Bears crap on Disney. So easy to rile, brother.”

“How was the party?”

“Good. She was a hit. I collected numbers like it was my damn job. Now to sort through the prospects.”

Christ, only my brother would use his three-year-old niece both as a way to ditch a party and as date bait. “Can you keep her tonight? I know it wasn’t part of the deal”

“Well, now, this is interesting. What happened to Ally?”

I swallowed and tried to come up with something that wasn’t a lie. And also was absolutely not the truth. “Plans changed. Can you keep Laurie or not? I’ll be there early to get her.”

“Of course I can. This Care Bear shit isn’t half bad, if you’re practically wasted.” Before I could question him, Oliver sighed. “I had two fingers of Scotch. Your child is perfectly safe.”

“Thanks. I’ll owe you. Tell her I love her?”

Out of the corner of my eye, Ally turned away, and if I wasn’t mistaken, lifted her fist to her mouth.

“Will do. Whatever happened to your plans, hope it’s good. Don’t forget the condom this time, little brother.” Oliver clicked off before I could toss something back, probably rude as hell.

Pocketing my phone, I dipped back my head. The relentless rain streaked down my face as I hauled in a breath that didn’t do a damn thing to ease the constriction in my lungs.

Time to get this night moving. First, some insurance she wouldn’t run.

“Ally,” I rasped, sure she could hear me, rain or no rain.

She turned, studying me warily.

“Your panties. Give them to me.”

“What?” Her mouth rounded.

I moved in closer and spoke against her hair, raising my voice just above the rain. “You want to be discreet. I do too. I also want to smell your pussy before we get in that hotel room. Take them off and give them to me.” I eased back enough so our eyes were level. “Nice and slow.”

Even with the weight of what we were about to do between us, it was good to see I could still shock her. Enough that she seemed to move as if she was in a trance, casting a quick glance around to discover what I already had-the driving rain had sent the few tourists still wandering about scurrying into pubs and the ice cream shop, seeking shelter from the storm.

Right fucking now, the storm was inside me, throbbing in my head, my dick, my chest. Everywhere she’d touched and the places she still hadn’t.

But she would.

She shifted closer to the railing, reaching out to use it for balance. And bent to whip off her panties, barely even glancing my way as she pressed them into my hand.

Warm. Even with the cool rain sluicing down my neck and face, there was no denying the heat I held in my palm.

Blinking the water out of my eyes, I held her gaze and lowered my head, drawing in a deep breath of Ally and rain, mixed together. Her excitement and the burnt ozone in the air, colliding together and somehow mixing. Sweetness layered over fire.

Helpless to resist, I buried my face in them and she watched me, hair streaming back from her face, lashes starred, mouth trembling and used from mine. The tip of my tongue touched the delicate fabric and she shuddered visibly, hauling her thin jacket in more tightly around her body.

We were both soaked to the core, but she’d had a goddamn head start.

Stepping in close again, I flexed my groin lightly against hers. Her breath hissed out. She was well aware of how she’d affected me. “I’ll text you the room number. If you don’t come to me, I’ll find you.”

She said nothing, her soft exhalations somehow loud in spite of the storm.

A finger under her chin brought her face up to mine. “Every moment you make me wait is one more I’ll spend between your legs, making you beg.” Cupping her panties in my fist, I stepped back. “The choice is yours.”