Maid for a Magnate

Will slid his other hand across her cheek and into her hair as he brought his mouth closer. “I don’t care if you’re the queen or the maid or the homeless person on the corner. I know what I want and I want you, Cat.”

She turned her palms to his chest, pushing slightly, but not enough for him to think she really meant for him to step back...not when she was breathless and her eyes were on his mouth.

“I’m not for sale,” she argued with little heat behind her words.

He rubbed his lips across hers in a featherlight touch that instantly caused her to tremble. That had to be her body, no way would he admit those tremors were from him.

“Maybe I’ll just sample, then.”

Fully covering her mouth, Will kept his hand fisted in her hair as he angled her head just where he wanted it. If she didn’t want him at all, why did she instantly open for him?

The sweetest taste he’d ever had was Cat. No woman compared to this one. As much as he wanted to strip her naked right here, he wanted to savor this moment and simply savor her. He wanted that familiar taste only Cat could provide, he wanted to reacquaint himself with every minute sexy detail.

Delicate hands slid up his chest and gripped his shoulders, which meant she had to have released her hold on her shirt. Will removed his hand from the wall and gripped her waist as he slid his hand beneath the hem of her shirt and encountered smooth, warm skin. His thumb caressed back and forth beneath the lacy bra.

Cat arched into him with a slight moan. Her words may have told him she wasn’t interested, but her body had something else in mind...something much more in tune with what he wanted.

Will shifted his body back just enough to finish unbuttoning her shirt. He parted the material with both hands and took hold of her breasts. The lace slid beneath his palm and set something off in him. His Cat may be sweet, somewhat innocent, but she loved the sexy lingerie. Good to know.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Will ached to explore other areas. He moved down the column of her throat and continued to the swell of her breasts. Her hands slid into his hair as if she were holding him in place. He sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere.

Will had wanted this, wanted her, four years ago. He’d wanted her with a need that had only grown over the years. She’d been a virgin then; he’d known it and respected her for her decisions. He would’ve waited for her because she’d been so special to him.

Then his father had issued an ultimatum and Will had made the wrong choice. He didn’t fight for what he wanted and he’d damn well never make that mistake again.

Now Cat was in his arms again and he’d let absolutely nothing stand in the way of his claiming her.

“Tell me you want this,” he muttered against her heated skin. “Tell me.”

His hands encircled her waist as he tugged her harder against his body. Will lifted his head long enough to catch the heat in her eyes, the passion.

A jiggling of the door handle broke the spell. Will stepped back as Cat blinked, glanced down and yanked her shirt together.

“Is someone in there?” a male voice called.

Cat cleared her throat. “I got something on my shirt,” she called back. “Just changing. I’ll be out shortly, Raul.”

Will stared down at her. “Raul?” he whispered.

Cat jerked her shirt off and stalked across the room. Yanking open a floor-to-ceiling cabinet, she snagged another black shirt and slid into it. As she secured the buttons, she spun back around.

“He’s a new employee, not that it’s any of your business.” When she was done with the last button, she crossed her arms over her chest. “What just happened here, as well as in the bathroom the other day, will not happen again. You can’t come in to where I work and manhandle me. I don’t care if I work for your family. That just makes this even more wrong.”

Will couldn’t suppress the grin. “From the moaning, I’d say you liked being manhandled.”

He started to take a step forward but she held up her hand. “Don’t come closer. You can’t just toy with me, Will. I am not interested in a replay of four years ago. I have no idea what your agenda is, but I won’t be part of it.”

“Who says I have an agenda?”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re a Rowling. You all have agendas.”

So she was a bit feistier than before. He always loved a challenge—it was impossible to resist.

“Are you still a virgin?”

Cat gasped, her face flushed. “How dare you. You have no right to ask.”