Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Jonas’s [POV]

I was slightly disappointed I didn’t get to wake up with Kenzie this morning. It was the first time I had felt something like that for anyone, and honestly, it left quite a sour taste in my mouth. Rolling out of bed, I trudged to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

As I let the water run, I quickly brushed my teeth and had been about to get inside when I heard a knock on my door. I threw one of the oversized bath towels around my waist, then walked to the door. I wasn’t expecting room service, and when I peeked through the peephole, I smirked and opened the door.

“I was just thinking about how regretful I was to not wake up beside you this morning, Kenzie. Come on in.”

She hedged slightly; her gaze fixated on mine until it wasn’t. I noticed where her eyes had dropped, and I couldn’t help but continue to grin at her. She wanted me. That much was obvious as she gazed hungrily at me.

My cock hardened as I pictured pushing her to her knees and fucking that sweet mouth again. This morning, being gentle with her was out of the question. I would hold her head still, then fuck her until she swallowed every drop, and then some.

“Are you going to come inside?”

She quickly nodded, then stepped past me. I closed the door and leaned against it as she walked to the center of the room and turned around. “I think we need to talk.”

Oh no! Not those infamous words. No good conversation between a man and a woman ever started with them. I arched a brow at her before responding, “There’re better things I can think of us doing with our mouths.”

“I’m sure there is,” she retorted, then continued. “But I’m serious. We need to talk about last night.”

We didn’t, so I let out a partially frustrated sigh. “What happened last night was completely natural and-”

“Yes, yes. I know. I need you to know that whatever I did with you last night wasn’t some ploy to try to influence your decision about the…” She trailed off, and I knew where she was heading with it.

“I never thought it was, Kenzie.” I normally didn’t mix business with pleasure, at least more than once, but as I eyed her in what I had come to expect her to wear in the kitchen, I wanted to with her. And often.

“G-good,” she stammered, then flashed me a polite smile. Before I knew it, she was headed back to the door.

I blocked her way and when she looked up at me, I stared down into her eyes. I wanted to kiss her. Hell, I wanted to bend her over the nearby table and fuck her, too. Her lush lips parted as if she was debating on saying something. I reached around her head and pulled her close. Before she could do more than hitch her breath, my mouth was on hers.

She was hesitant at first, but as I licked the seam of her lips, they parted, allowing me to work my tongue into her mouth. She was putty in my hands by the time she fully relented.

Deepening the kiss, I still held her head immobile, especially when I pinned her against the closed door. Her small hands moved up my bare chest, and I wanted to feel more of her skin against mine. They moved up and down my frontside until she reached around me and gripped my shoulders instead.

I pulled away and trailed kisses down her neck, once or twice, even burying my head in that delectable crook of her neck. Her moans soon turned to cries, especially once I dipped a hand in the front of her pants.

“I need to go downstairs,” she managed to get out, and I smirked against her flesh.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re not expected down there for another hour. Stay with me,” I said, not sure if it was more like a question than a command.

“I… Ahh…” she said, and when I bit down on her throbbing pulse, she cried out, “Jonas! You’re not playing fair.”

I loved to hear my name on her lips. Almost everyone else called me JC, but never her. I had tried once or twice back in high school to get her to do so, yet she never would. There were so many ways she was different than everyone else I played with.

While some gladly accepted their place in my world, she had not only challenged me at every turn, but she made sure to show me in so many ways how she didn’t belong there, and never would. It should’ve been a turn-off, but it had the opposite effect. Kenzie made me want to prove to her that she did.

I bit along her soft skin, while slowly working her pants halfway down her thighs. I continued to kiss her as I removed her top, then her bra. “Take your clothes off and join me in the shower.”

This time, I didn’t stall. I told her exactly what I wanted her to do, and I was more than pleased when she gave me a nod. I dropped my towel and watched as she swallowed hard. She was still a bit shy around me, and I had to admit it turned me on even more. Once she was naked, I grabbed a condom from the pile on the table, then motioned with my hand for her to go first.

I slapped her ass as she crossed the threshold of the bathroom. Last night, I had envisioned spreading her cheeks apart and fucking her there, too. While she’d once been tall and gangly, she now had a curvaceous frame that made men like me want to explore every inch of it.

God, I was hard enough to bust right now if I kept thinking along those lines. I had to be inside of her, and it didn’t even matter where. I tore the foil packet at record speed and had my cock sheathed before she could even fully enter the glass stall. I quickly followed and picking up where we had just left off, I pinned her against the wall and kissed her once more.

This time, my hands went directly to her pussy, and seconds later, I inserted three fingers inside of her. She whimpered against my lips as they went straight for the kill.

It didn’t take long before I had her shaking in my arms. The moment she came, I pulled them away, then lifted her body and pushed inside of her. She was still in the throes of an orgasm, her inner walls clamping down around my cock as I tried to work it in.

Kenzie was so fucking tight, and she felt like heaven. She also felt like hell. It was an irresistible combination that had me needing to focus so that I didn’t come like the schoolboy she remembered me being once upon a time.

I thrust into her, hard and deep, while my tongue tangled with hers. I loved when she touched me, so when she dug her nails into my shoulder, I didn’t even flinch. It made me slam into her even harder. Fuck! She was killing my restraint, especially once she began raking her nails down my back.

She was making sure she left her mark, and I supposed most of the women I slept with had tried to do the same. Unlike all of them, she didn’t have to try nearly as hard, but I sure as hell wouldn’t fault her for trying.

The bite of pain from her ministrations only made me harder. “How in the hell have I gone without this all these years,” I asked the second I pulled away.

I didn’t want to see the pain in her eyes when she’d think about the reasons, so I buried my face against her neck before I decreased the speed of my thrusts. What I lacked in speed, I didn’t in power. I was fucking her so hard I was surprised a tile or two hadn’t cracked in the process.

“Jonas,” she cried out moments later as her second orgasm swept over her.

She was so tight that I had to truly fight my way inside of her. I needed to feel every inch of her wrapped around me. Lifting her even higher, I changed the angle of penetration and fucked her to a third before I growled, then came inside of her.

Well, inside the condom. I came so damn hard, however, that I wouldn’t be surprised if it spilled over. That very thought should’ve had me scared, yet with her, it didn’t.

I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me when it came to Kenzie. Yes, I regretted what I had once done to her. Because of that, I shouldn’t even want to be with her now, and certainly not later on.

Somewhere inside my head, I hadn’t dismissed the possibility, and that should’ve made my balls shrivel up in fear. It didn’t. It had to just be this moment. Disappointed to let it end, it finally did when I pulled out of her.

“Waking up to sex is even better than coffee,” I remarked with a grin.

Color flooded her cheeks, but she stayed silent. I disposed of the condom, then proceeded to wash the two of us before helping her out of the shower. She wouldn’t let me towel dry her, so I busied my hands as I dried off myself.

She soon disappeared into the bedroom and by the time I joined her, she was already dressed. I could see how nervous she was, which was almost comical, considering all that we’d done in here, the sauna, and even the stairwell the other night.