His thumb and forefinger flicked eagerly at her rosebud while his tongue plumbed her hidden depths. She moaned and bucked, feeling more like a wild animal than herself. She screamed his name as his stroking grew in intensity. Then he pulled his tongue out and moved his fingers away. His lips wrapped around her pleasure button and he began to suckle her.
The orgasm hit her then like lightning. The electricity spiked over her nerves until she lay there shuddering and spent beneath him.
Xavier picked himself up and grabbed a few towels to wipe himself off. Then, he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it in long gulps. She watched his Adam’s apple bob and shuddered again thinking of the power and control in just the man’s tongue.
God, what else can he do?
When he was done, he curled up onto the seat next to her and offered Sandra a fresh bottle of water. “Would you like anything else?”
Sighing, she looked down at her watch. “I promised Tonya I’d go with her to a concert, so we have maybe an hour left. Right now?”
“Yes?”
“I want to bathe in the afterglow. Then maybe I can make you scream.”
He kissed her forehead. “I’d like that very much.”
Chapter Two
Fourteen months later…
“I can’t believe you’re getting promoted!” Tonya said as she sipped her soda.
Sandra was back at their shared apartment, hanging out with her best friend. About a year ago, Tonya had gotten a better paying gig as part of the custodial staff for Catalan Food Industries. The job was far from glamorous, but no one had ever called waitressing super fun work either. When Tonya told her about the salary jump, Sandra had begged her for a referral for months until she’d gotten an interview with the head of the cleaning staff. For the last six months, they’d been quite the pair and kept the office building as neat as a pin. Tonya still tended the bar at night to supplement her income, but Sandra was glad to kiss the drunks hanging off her and the douches of Pennsylvania Avenue good-bye. It had given her enough of a financial boost to up her YouTube production to three videos a week, and she now was close to one hundred thousand subscribers and that coveted silver play button plaque.
Well, silver-toned plaque.
But it would still look awesome in their apartment.
It wasn’t actually making films, but it was closer than anything else she was doing, and having a day job with actual health insurance gave her the freedom to do what she needed.
Still, she hadn’t expected Estelle, the head of the staff, to recommend her for a promotion to be a personal maid for the boss. Apparently, his last maid had been caught rifling through his files in an effort at corporate espionage. The big boss had demanded someone trustworthy and thorough, and Estelle had recommended her.
She sipped her own drink and nodded at her friend. “I’m pretty nervous. I don’t know much about the guy. The company Web site always talks about the tradition of the founder, Carlos Villalobos, but it isn’t very forthcoming about the two sons currently running it.”
Tonya shook her head. “Yeah, who heard of billionaires who don’t want to be on social media? I heard they ghosted everything as much as they could after some big paparazzi disaster around two years ago. Still, it’s not like you’re working for Mr. Hyde or some scarred evil dude. He’s just private.”
Sandra nodded. “I can’t imagine going through life without a Facebook page or by dodging Google searches. That’s just different.”
“You live on YouTube for your fan base. Of course you couldn’t imagine not being on social media!”
“I have to break for eight hours, five days a week, and then it takes me three hours to answer everything after that,” Sandra chimed back.
“You work too hard, but you should be stoked. Big Boss has to go to Spain to settle some things with the Barcelona factories. You’re promoted and going to see the world overseas. How lucky can one girl get?”
“Are you…you know…well…” she trailed off.
“A raging, jealous bitch about all of this?”
“I so was not thinking that.”
“You were worried I was green with envy, admit it,” Tonya said, sipping her soda.
“Okay,” Sandra replied, running a hand through her hair. “Maybe a little.”
“First, I don’t want the kind of scrutiny it must take to be under the Big Boss’s nose. Second, Trevor would die without me for a month while I was in Europe. I like my life as it is. I don’t need to be a personal valet to anyone. You know rich dudes, they always want more, and if the fringe on the rug isn’t perfect or something, they flip out.”
“So I’m perfect for this?”