Sexy House Keeper Novels & Stories

“He said and pecked my lips. He then ran and left the penthouse. I didn’t say anything and just felt so frustrated. I am so mad! What was that? He didn’t even greet me with a happy birthday! Did he forget my birthday? I got dressed and wore my sweatshirt and pants. I sighed and sat in my office area. “Hmm, maybe I should surprise him then.” I thought of something special since he would work all night and return before sunrise. I cooked him a special soup, and I am so excited for him to eat this! I left the penthouse and decided to go to his unit. I went down there and then stopped outside his door. I know the passcode! I put the soup down and then pressed the passcode; of course, the door op

"I really liked that housekeeper, too. He had strong hands." I shook my head, laughing harder. At least I wasn't the only one married to a possessive, control freak. I leaned against the counter, watching Sierra aggressively whisk the cake batter like it snitched on her. "Maybe Zane has been watching too many Mexican soap operas," I mused, tapping a spoon against my lips. "He took one look at your Italian housekeeper and thought, Ah, sí, an affair is inevitable." Sierra giggled. "Please. I doubt I would've actually started an affair."

Before he confiscated it, I managed to send a message to a mysterious contact. [Help me!] … They threw me into the cold storage like a criminal. To punish me, Jeremy had a truckload of rotten fish and shrimp brought in, dumping it all on top of me. The stench of fish scales and decay clung to my body, bringing back memories I wanted to forget.

Ronan Klein's POV My room reeked of sex and wine. I opened my eyes and feel the full glow of the sun on my face as it peeps in through the windows of my penthouse. I feel a soft groan besides me. My hands roam and they touch something hair. I stroke it and I feel it open. I lift my head and see voluptuous burnette on my bed. By her side is another. This one curvy and heavy, her breast large and her dark skin a delight to stare at. Her short cropped hair is tainted gold and she looks gorgeous with her lips slightly open as she sleeps.

Irene raised Meredith alone while working full-time in a low-level office job, but she struggled to make ends meet. So, she had no choice but to rent out her second bedroom to get by every month. I felt like I'd struck gold as soon as I moved into this house. Irene remained shapely and attractive for her age, and Meredith was just as curvy—if not more so—than her mother. On top of that, Meredith was also a college dropout and stayed home most of the day, wandering around the house in her very cropped tops and very short shorts. She reminded me of the young women in adult films—innocent-looking despite her voluptuous chest, which seemed ready to burst from her clothes.

Dirty Claim💦🫦 “Mr. Voss, your wife is going to be home any minute,” I gasped, gripping the marble kitchen counter. He didn’t stop. Alexander Voss had me bent over the cold island in his multi-million-dollar penthouse, my short black maid uniform shoved up around my waist, lace panties ripped to the side. His thick, powerful cock slammed into me from behind with deep, ruthless strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the luxurious open kitchen.

Xander had to calm himself down first and let Dara clear his mind as well. The first thing that went wrong was, of course, Xander not explaining who his new secretary, Axel, was. The second thing that became a problem was that Axel often no longer returned home to see Dara, and of course Dara felt suspicious and hired spies to spy on her son's activities, and the fact that Dara responded was not entirely wrong. Tessa is not a prostitute, and Xander would not be so stupid as to hire Tessa's services to help his son. ****

Room 3510 on the top floor of the Robert International Hotel, a drunk woman was thrown onto a soft big bed, and two wretched men looked at the woman's seductive body with glowing eyes, eagerly taking off their clothes and about to pounce on her. Suddenly, the door was opened, and two bodyguards walked in, "Get out immediately!" The gangsters looked at them and shouted, "We booked this room. Who are you??" The black-clad bodyguards looked at them with disdain, "This is Roy Robert's private suite"