One Night with My Maid
Every deep, agonizing plunge of his hips set her skin on fire, the friction of his bare, scarred chest rubbing against her breasts driving her closer to the edge of sanity.
Elena’s mind spun out of control. She couldn't fight him, and she didn't want to. She gave in completely to the savage rhythm, her hips instinctively lifting to meet every powerful stroke, her body tightening around him in a desperate, breathless rhythm. The smacking sound of their skin meeting echoed loudly in the small, soundproofed room, thick with the scent of whiskey, sweat, and pure, intoxicating lust.