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That was his invitation to kiss me. I’d meant it that way. He took it for what it was. He cupped the side of my face in his hand and leaned in, placing his lips over mine. His lips were so warm, so full and so soft and when his tongue snake

d out, my own lips parted and allowed him the access he desired. His wet tongue slipped into my mouth and explored every inch of it. My breath was completely gone and I didn’t care. The kiss was so incredible; I was ready to keep doing it until I passed out. This is how kisses are supposed to be. I loved the way he rested his hand on the side of my face while he tasted my lips, and I loved the way he was demanding, but still sweet. It’s the kind of kiss that you know you’ll never forget, even if he walked out right now and I never saw him again. That was when I suddenly remembered who it was I was kissing. I pulled back and looked at him while I tried to catch my breath. This man is more than hot. He’s perfect. He’s a work of art. He’s my boss and I just kissed him. I was torn between being giddy over that thought and horrified. I felt like a stupid teenager who’d just been kissed by the football star. I was gaping at him like a fool and I know my eyes must have been as wide as saucers. What did I just do?

CHAPTER THREE

ALEXANDER

I just kissed my maid. It’s not that I cared that she was my maid. She’s an extremely desirable woman. Today was not the first time I’d noticed. But talking to her today had put me over the top. She seemed really intelligent and compassionate and just so different from the spoiled, self-centered women I was used to. She was real, and about the time she got passionate about what she wanted to do with her life and none of it had anything to do with marrying a rich man and taking him for all he had. I decided that I liked her a lot. The problem wasn’t that she was a maid; I couldn’t care less about that. Who she was as a person was so much more than that. The problem was that she was a maid that I employed. I just broke all kinds of business commandments. I had honestly only started out to try and make her feel better. Now she was sitting here looking at me with a confused, stricken look and all I can think is that I really, really want to kiss her again. In fact, I was aroused to the point from that one kiss that I wanted to take it further, desperately so.

“I’m sorry,” she said, putting her hand to her pretty lips. Her green eyes looked like saucers and I could actually see the regret there. I felt like some kind of sexually harassing slime ball all of a sudden… and she was apologizing to me.

“Don’t be sorry, Vicki. I initiated it. I’m sorry. I just really wanted to do that and I should have stopped myself. I know I shouldn’t have. I hope you’ll forgive me.” She had tears in her eyes again. Damn it! She stood up and looked like she was about to bolt.

“No, it’s really okay. You don’t have to apologize. I kissed you back… I should know better, how unprofessional! This whole day I’ve just been such a mess.” She was crying again and I couldn’t stand that now I was the cause of it. She was blaming herself when I was clearly the one who should have known better. I stood up too and without thinking again, I put my arms around her and pulled her into my chest. I realized as soon as her warm, soft body was molded into mine that I’d made another mistake. But God, she felt so good. It was like she was made to be in my arms. Her light blonde hair smelled so pretty and I was tempted to release the bun she had it in and wrap my fingers up in it. She was shaking against me. I put my lips to her head, just trying to calm her down and whispered against the side of her face.

“Please don’t cry, Vicki. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

She looked up at me. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and her green eyes were a mixture of sadness and something else. The something else was what I was focused on. If I was reading her right, she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. Once again, I threw caution to the wind. I was going to take this so far that if she was after a lawsuit, I was handing it to her on a silver platter. I claimed her pretty, heart shaped mouth and as I did, I released her hair from its confines. I hadn’t realized how long it was until masses of it cascaded down her shoulders and back. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my fingers through it. It felt like silk and I thought if I’d ever seen it down before, I would have kissed her a long time ago. I didn’t believe for a second that she was setting me up. I had initiated the whole thing… but even if she were, I’m afraid this would be worth it.

The feel of her tongue in my mouth… tentative at first, but now passionate and urgent was going straight to my head. I felt her shift her hips slightly and I knew that she could feel how much I desired her. She wasn’t pulling away though, so I didn’t stop. Instead I let my lips slide down her jaw and find her supple neck. I kissed her there and found the soft piece between her neck and shoulder and took a soft bite. She moaned and I knew that if she didn’t tell me to stop now, I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself. I let my hand slide down her back and cupping one arm underneath her bottom, I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I sat her down on the bed and looked down at her. Her pretty hair was across her face and she was looking up at me, breathing hard.

What struck me most was the intensity of her gaze. I know that women like to look at me. I’ve been ogled since I was a teenager, but I’d never been so incredibly turned on just by watching someone look at me. Just that simple look gave me an ache that I felt all the way to my core. It was more than wanting her; it was a driving need to possess her suddenly. “If you don’t tell me not to, I’m going to make love to you now.” She nodded and I took that as consent. I sat down next to her, drawing her back onto the bed with me and crushed my mouth down on hers. I did my best to undress her as we kissed, but reluctantly, I had to let her go so she could get that ridiculous uniform off. Why haven’t I ever noticed how awful those uniforms are before? It must be something Cassandra came up with in hopes that I wouldn’t mess around with the help the way she’d told me that her father used to.

When Vicki pulled off that horrible dress, I felt my mouth go dry. She was every bit as gorgeous underneath it as I imagined she would be and then some. For all the drabness of the uniform, the underwear she wore so well underneath it was soft and lacy and silky… and hot. I reached up and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back down to me. I let my mind flicker across all of the bad things that could come out of what we were about to do… and then I tucked them away and I tasted the kind of pleasure that even I had never tasted before.

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I was twenty-five when Cassandra and I got married. Twenty-four when I committed to her and stopped having one-night stands with a different girl every week… some weeks every night. I lost count years ago of the number of women I’d been with, and if most of them walked right up to me on the street today, I wouldn’t have a clue who they were. But I knew instantly that with Vicki, it was going to be different, dangerous even. This was one woman that I would never forget and one afternoon that could fodder my fantasies for a lifetime. I felt like a man utterly starved and suddenly offered a steak. I’d had sex with someone last night and I’d already forgotten with whom. With Vicki it wasn’t just her gorgeous body, or her beautiful face; it was the sounds that she made turned me on and the looks that she got on her face and the deep, burning desire in her beautiful green eyes. By the time we were both panting and sweating and clutching tightly onto each other… I already didn’t want to let her go.

VICTORIA

When Alex collapsed on top of me and I got my breathing under control and I could put two thoughts together again, all I could think was, “Dear God, what have I done?” and shamelessly, “Dear God, I want to do that again.” What was in that wine? I’ve never had a one night, or afternoon, stand in my life. I’ve always been a good girl… I’ve only been with three men in my lifetime. The first was my “first love” my senior year in high school, the second was my boyfriend for two years in college and the third was Jason who I had been with since. I’m not the one night stand type. Alex is. Dear God, what is he thinking of me? I might know if I could see his face, but he’s settled into the pillow and pulled my back up against him as if we’re going to spend the rest of the day cuddled here together, as if we’re in love instead of employer and employee. Instead of billionaire and maid. He’s so warm, and his breath on my nec

k feels so good. I can’t even let my mind begin to drift back to what just happened between us because I’ll start shaking all over again. I honestly never knew that sex could be like that. Maybe it was because he was so experienced… maybe it was because our afternoon tryst was so taboo in my mind, but God it was amazing and Lord help me I really did want to do it again.

“Are you okay?” His voice had a sexy sleepy quality to it and that coupled with the heat of his breath against my neck made me shudder. I nodded.

“Mm hmm.” I know it wasn’t a brilliant answer, but what was I going to say? I felt him let go of me and I thought, “This is it. I have to get out of this bed naked in front of his eyes and put on that horrible dress and do the walk of shame back out to where my mop is.” Alex wasn’t ready to get up yet though and instead of letting me go, he turned me over so that I was now facing him. He put his fingers underneath my chin and tipped my face up to his. He smiled so sweetly and then he lowered his mouth down to mine and kissed me so tenderly that it honestly nearly made me cry again. If this was what one afternoon stands were like… I think I’ll have another.

And I did… or we did and afternoon turned into evening and evening into night and I fell asleep in his arms. He was so warm and tender and even my heart was smiling when I closed my eyes.

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