Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
After all, he is my boss, and arrangements like the one we have together rarely work out, regardless of how nice the guy is. I’ve seen girls at the places I’ve worked before try them before, and it always ends up with the guy breaking her heart and her getting fired. Do I want that to happen to me? The answer to that question is pretty obvious.
But I also don’t know if I have the stomach for just cutting things off either. I’m just having so much fun with Ethan, with this job, living here…waking up every day feels like a dream. I’d have to be stupid to ruin it, wouldn’t I?
I look out across the lot where Ethan is finishing up lining up a row of tree saplings with Chuck and two new guys, Shane and Andy, and feel what I always feel when I watch him work—a rising warmth in my chest and a feeling of security that I’ve only ever felt around him.
I love watching him when he works, then seeing him come back to the house all shining and sweaty. One of my favorite things to do is to have a nice glass of ice water ready for him and the shower already running, then go up there and join him under the water with a sudsy loofa that I use to wash his gorgeous, muscled physique.
Never would I have thought I would have found pleasure in being subservient in that way to a man, but doing things for Ethan not only makes me happy, but it also turns me on. I guess it’s my way of showing him just how much I care about him without actually putting it into words, because saying those words is something I simply cannot bring myself to do. Not yet.
Ethan looks up and across the yard, dusting the dirt off his hands. Our eyes meet, and butterflies flutter through my stomach. Yep, I still get them, even now. I’m immediately thinking about how to please him as he starts to walk toward the house. Arousal fills me as my eyes trace the outline of his thick manhood, visible beneath his off-black shorts that hug him so right.
As he approaches the house, I go to the cabinets and take out a glass, fill it with ice, and then with water. I hear the sound of the front door opening and feel my heart start to race. I love being a sexy little house maid for him, doing things to appease my daddy.
I smell his pheromones as he enters the kitchen and turn to see him as he comes through the door.
So unbearably sexy.
“Thirsty?” I ask in my cutest voice, presenting him the glass of water with a little shift of my hips.
Ethan grins. “You read my mind, baby.”
He takes it from me, and in one long sip, guzzles down almost the entire glass. I love it when he does things like that. The veins in his forearms are standing out, and his muscles are bulging like they always are after he’s finished a day’s work. Some company owners are content to sit back in their office chairs and delegate, but not Ethan. Ethan would waste away and die if he wasn’t out there every day getting his hands dirty.
“Why don’t we get you out of those dirty clothes?” I ask, taking his glass from him as I lift the hem of his T-shirt. Smiling, Ethan raises his arms above his head and lets me slip the shirt up and off, exposing his chiseled torso.
“So sweaty,” I say, playfully teasing him. “You know what I think? I think you need a shower.”
“I think you may be right,” Ethan chuckles. “Would you care to join me?”
“I think that’s a great idea,” I giggle, taking Ethan’s hand and leading him upstairs to the bathroom. Once there, I take his belt buckle and undo it, then strip him out of his pants and briefs, leaving him standing naked before me.
I don’t need to step into the shower to be wet; I’m already dripping at the sight of his body. And Ethan is already nearly fully hard and I haven’t even touched him. I’m still fully clothed as well.
“This isn’t fair,” he says, unbuckling the top button on my jeans. “You get to look at me but I don’t get to look at you?”
Biting my lip in anticipation, I let Ethan take my pants off as I slip out of my shirt and toss it aside. The anticipation of him filling me up is so great that I’m practically quivering. His sex is standing out straight now like a spear, nudging at my thighs, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer.
Buzzing, I twist on the water, and we both step under its stream. There’s nothing more I want right now than to be filled completely, but I also want to please my man, so I soap up the loofa and go to work washing him up.