The Billionaire's Favorite Maid

The soft glow of the desk lamp cast gentle shadows across Ethan's focused face as his fingers danced across the keyboard, weaving words into sentences on his laptop screen. The air in his office was thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint hint of Samantha's favorite perfume—a reminder of her frequent visits.

A knock interrupted his concentration, but without looking up, Ethan beckoned, "Come in."

The door creaked open, and Samantha entered, her presence filling the room with a familiar warmth that made Ethan glance up with a small, knowing smile. "Still working?" she asked softly, her eyes lingering on him with an affectionate gaze that hinted at unspoken intimacy.

"Yeah, just trying to finish this report. But I’m glad you’re here," Ethan replied, his voice carrying a mix of relief and longing.

As Samantha settled into the visitor’s chair beside his desk, Ethan couldn’t help but admire her—her tousled hair framing a face that effortlessly commanded attention, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of playfulness and desire.

"I’ve told you not to sit there again," Ethan teased, his tone tinged with a hint of authority. "Come here."

A subtle blush colored Samantha's cheeks as she glanced towards the door. "Someone might walk in," she whispered, her words a fragile barrier against the pull of their shared attraction.

"That’s for me to worry about. Come to Daddy," Ethan urged, his voice a low, magnetic draw as he gestured for her to join him.

Samantha hesitated only briefly before rising from the chair, her steps hesitant yet filled with a growing anticipation. She approached Ethan, who pulled her gently onto his lap, his hands tenderly cradling her face before their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. It was soft, passionate, and would have gone for a little more while.

But just as their passion threatened to ignite, Samantha pulled back, her voice a soft murmur of caution. "Someone might walk in," she reminded him, a blend of desire and practicality in her eyes.

“So?”

“Are you that shy of me?” His voice was a low murmur, sending a shiver down her spine.

“No, baby. I just don’t want problems. Literally all the ladies in this building have eyes for you. I really don’t want my name to be in their mouths for rumors.” Samantha’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she glanced around the elegantly furnished office, the scent of rich leather and faint cologne filling the air.

A small, mischievous smile crept to Samantha’s lips, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Since when did you start caring about people’s opinions?” He tugged out her tucked-in shirt from her skirt, his fingers grazing her skin with a touch that sent a wave of heat through her body. Slowly, he snuck his hand underneath, the warmth of his palm pressing against her cool skin as it made its way up towards her breasts.

“I don’t. I just don’t like attention.” Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, the tension in the room palpable.

“You don’t like attention and yet you’re in love with Ethan Blake? Interesting!” His voice was a playful tease, his breath warm against her ear.

“Don’t throw it in my face.” She smiled, but the smile was soon overtaken by a soft moan as his fingers found her nipples, teasing and circling with deliberate slowness.

“Easy,” she said, trying to hide her blush, her cheeks burning hot.

“You don’t like this?” He applied more pressure, his fingers kneading and pinching her nipples with expert precision.

“I do. My breasts have just been so sore lately. Any movement on my nipples gets to my head.” Her voice was a breathless whisper, her body responding to his touch with a mind of its own.

Before she could say anything else, he raised her shirt, the fabric rustling softly, pulled down her bra, and latched onto her left nipple, his mouth warm and wet, while his hand continued to fondle the right one. He sucked with an urgency that made her gasp, her body arching towards him.

“Ethannn!” She let out a soft moan, trying so hard to keep her voice at bay. Samantha had no idea when she placed her hands on Ethan’s head, her fingers threading through his hair, guiding him to suck those tits. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved the painful pleasure she was feeling, a delicious ache spreading through her.

“F**k, yes!”

“Ethan,” she called out the moment she felt him spread her legs the way she was seated on his lap, his strong hands gripping her thighs.

“Don’t tell me you’ve started to get scared again,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin, returning to her nipples while shifting her panties to her bikini line.

“Somebody might walk in.” The words came out in a rush, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Forget everyone and focus on us.” His voice was a command, filled with possessive desire.

“I love how you’re always so wet for me.” He started running a finger over her clit, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through her body. Increasing the pace, he spoke, “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” Ethan's office was soundproof, so he knew he had nothing to worry about. Samantha didn’t trust herself well enough to speak, so she nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps.

Not being able to hold himself any longer, Ethan slid two fingers into her pussy, the slickness welcoming him. He removed his lips from her nipples and started trailing kisses around her neck, his breath hot and tantalizing, slowly finger f**king her.

“I love how your body reacts to my touch. I could f**k you all day.”

“Yes,” she moaned, the sound filled with longing and need.

“Yes, what?” He knowingly increased his pace, his fingers thrusting into her with relentless rhythm.

“Don’t stop, Ethan.”

“Why?”

“…oh f**k…yes.”

“Talk!”

“I want your d*ck in me.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, baby.”

“Please what?” He growled, not relenting on his pace, his voice a rough whisper in her ear.

“I want your huge fat cock in me!!!”

“You’re gonna get what you want, b*tch!” He gently slapped the face of her pussy, making her gasp, and made her stand to her feet. Ethan rose to his feet too, he bent Samantha over his desk, the cool surface pressing against her heated skin, raised her skirt, unbuckled his pants, took down his briefs, parted her legs a bit, slapped her ass, and slowly entered her from behind, the sensation overwhelming.

“Hmmmmm, yes baby!” Samantha moaned in pleasure as Ethan thrust into her deeper and faster, his movements urgent and demanding. He went rough on her until the duo came together, with him emptying all of his seed inside her, the heat of his release flooding her senses.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear before withdrawing his d*ck, his breath hot against her skin. Samantha blushed as she made her way to the adjoined bathroom in his office with shaky legs, the aftershocks of their encounter making her tremble. She cleaned up, the cool water soothing her heated skin, adjusted her clothes and hair, then came out in no time.

Instead of going back to sit on the visitor’s chair, she went straight back to her lover’s lap, and he willingly embraced her, the warmth of his body comforting.

“I want to show you something.” Before Samantha could ask what it was, Ethan leaned forward a bit, opened his drawer, and took out a square-shaped box. Samantha’s throat went dry, her heart started beating twice as fast at the realization of what that could be.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now but I was waiting for the right time.”

“I can’t imagine you existing in this world and not being mine. It made me realize I had to act fast because I would be so damn jealous if another man took you away from me.”

He opened the box. Samantha felt tears rush to the corner of her eyes at the sight of the very gorgeous ring, the light catching the diamonds and making them sparkle.

“Will you marry me?”.