Maid For You - A Cinderella Love Story (8 page)

A
va

H
e tips
my chin so I can’t look away. His eyes are burning into mine and then his lips come crashing down on mine, taking my breath away with the intensity of his kiss, pulling, pushing, and biting my lips. Our breaths are ragged as we finally pull apart.

I can’t deny any longer what my body and heart are feeling. I want him with my
everything,
and I push away every nagging doubt.

I want to live for tonight.

“Let’s take this inside, Stud.”

F
ollowing his lead
, our hands entwined, we walk around to the guest cabana. He flicks on the light switch and immediately dims it to a faint glow. He’s distracted, and I watch patiently as he opens a few drawers until he finds what he’s looking for. Candles.

I tentatively take a seat on the bed, watching him as he lights a few and then dots them around the room. Turning off the light, he stands back to assess his work, looking at me anxiously for unspoken approval.

“It’s perfect.” I smile under my lashes, the enormity of what’s about to happen landing on my chest and causing it to tighten. My palms feel clammy in anticipation and I run them over my jeans.

He walks over to me, taking my hands into his. I suck in a breath.

“I want to make it as perfect for you as I can, Kitten.”

Smiling, I release my hands from his grip and place them on the sides of his face.

“I trust you, Jax.”

His eyes glaze with need. “Take off your clothes, Ava.” His voice is deep and authoritative, which sends an electrical pulse straight to my core.

Slowly, I stand and peel off my top, conscious of his eyes on me at all times. Next, I undo the button to my jeans, wiggling them over my hips until they pool by my feet. Stepping out of my wedges, I kick my jeans to the side until I’m left almost bare in just my strapless bra and black panties.

His eyes change in the glow of the candlelight, blue eyes darkening, lust written all over his face, along with something else I can’t place.

Conscious of my body, I cross my arms over my chest, feeling awkward as he rakes his eyes over me.

“God, Ava…you are so fucking beautiful. Do you know how hard you make me?” I shiver as he runs his hands over my thighs, his touch giving me goose bumps as he explores my highly sensitized skin. Not breaking eye contact, he traces his fingers higher until he reaches my core, stroking lightly against my panties. I almost combust - it feels amazing. My legs weaken as he continues his exploration of lightly teasing me, driving me mad with desire.

“Tell me, Kitten, are you wet for me?”

I moan in answer, even more turned on by his dirty talk. Abruptly, he stops and stands back, making quick work of discarding his shirt.

Oh my
. His body is literally perfect with his broad chest and defined abs. My eyes are drawn to his tattoo once again - an intricate design wrapped around Latin writing over his right pectoral muscle. Reaching out, I trace my fingers over the pattern. He hisses a breath.

“What does this mean?” I whisper.

He shrugs his shoulder, looking away. “It kind of sums up my life.”

I wait, barely breathing from his confession.

“It says
per aspera ad astra.”
He moves his head, holding my gaze. “It means ‘
through hardships to the stars.’
”

“That’s
beautiful.”

“
You’re
beautiful, Kitten.” His smile lights up the room, brighter than the glow of the candles in the background. I wish I could bottle it forever and carry it around in my heart.

He quickly discards his jeans, his arousal evident and pushing through his boxers. Capturing my mouth once again, he slowly walks me backwards towards the bed, only breaking the kiss as we climb on together.

Running his hands over my face, he kisses me deeply and then moves his lips farther down over my jaw and neck. My nipples harden through my bra, aching for his mouth to cover them, and I arch my back in pleasure.

His mouth hovers over my breasts. “Your breasts are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” His voice is thick with desire, and he deftly reaches behind my back and unhooks it. I roll my shoulders to help pull down the straps and then I’m bare before him.

He groans and takes a nipple in his mouth, licking and pulling while kneading my other breast. I moan at the sensations flooding through my body, my core clenching when he lightly bites at my skin.

His erection presses up against me and I wiggle a little, trying to gain some friction.

Sensing my need, he reaches down and slides a finger inside my panties, running them over my lips gently.

“Jesus…you’re so wet, Kitten.”

“Yes…I want you…please…” I push myself against his hand and he gently slips a finger inside me.

“Oh God, you’re so tight, baby…I don’t know how long I’m gonna last…”

Sliding another finger inside, he begins to move in and out of me while expertly circling my clit with his thumb. I feel widely out of control, bucking my hips against him, my body feeling like it’s exploding with the heat he’s creating inside.

I feel myself build up and he increases his speed until I come, crashing down hard against his fingers, my chest heaving with the pleasure of the aftershocks.

“Oh Jax…that was amazing…”

“I want you to come again for me, baby.” He captures my lips. “I want you to come on my cock.”

Standing up, he deftly peels off his boxers. Reaching for his wallet, he pulls out a condom, gives himself a couple of pumps with his fist, and then sheaths himself.

“Is that…are you really going to fit inside me?”

He flashes me a cheeky grin and rejoins me on the bed, dropping soft kisses on my sensitive core, farther up my stomach, leaving a trail until he finally reaches my lips.

“It will fit baby, trust me…just relax. I promise I won’t hurt you.” His words are so tender, so perfect, that I reach out and kiss him with everything I have.

He slowly pushes the head of his erection against my opening and I let out a shaky breath. Kissing me reassuringly, my whole body begins to relax.

He pushes a little more until he’s inside my entrance. I grit my teeth at the new sensation.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” I smile at him and push my hips a little, giving him the encouragement to keep going.

He slips in farther until he’s almost all the way in. Letting out a small whimper, I try to relax some more while my body adjusts to him. He stops and takes a big breath, kissing my lips.

“Oh God, you’re so tight, Kitten. And so fucking warm. You feel like heaven…”

He groans, and I can see how hard he’s trying to control himself.

I rock my hips against him, and he slowly begins to move inside me until we find a steady rhythm together.

“Jax. Oh God…it feel
so
good…”

“You feel amazing, baby.”

“Ummm…can you go faster?”

He looks at me with so much passion and desire that I blush deeply.

“Yes, baby, I can definitely go faster.”

Jax picks up the pace and reaches down between my legs, circling my sensitive nub once again. The sensations I’m feeling are incredible and again I feel myself begin to tighten around his shaft. I throw my head back against the pillow.

“Oh, Jax. Oh God, yes.” I arch my back and squeeze my eyes shut, moaning as I explode once again.

“Ava.” He pulsates within me and throws his head back, releasing himself inside me.

We lock eyes with each other, grinning and kissing until we manage to even our breathing. Slowly, he pulls out of me, knots the condom, and discards it.

“Are you okay, Kitten? Did I hurt you?” In the dim glow of the candlelight, his eyes reflect concern and tenderness.

I smile at him and shake my head. “That was perfect…I thought it was going to hurt lots…but after the initial pain, it felt amazing.”

He drops a light kiss on my nose. “You’re incredible. I swear, it felt like pure heaven for me, too.” He shifts and walks into the small washroom where I can hear the water running. A few moments later, he returns with a warm washcloth.

Sitting on the bed, he pulls off the covers and tenderly cleanses me between my legs. “This belongs to me now.”

I flush at his words and looking down, I wince.

“I’m sorry, I’ve ruined the sheets.” There’s a few splatters of blood, evidence of my lost virginity.

He waves his hand away, dismissing the mess. “Don’t worry, we have extra sheets in here…” He stands up and opens a drawer, selects a new sheet, and throws it over the bottom part of the bed. “I’ll discard them tomorrow.” He gives me a conspiratorial wink and climbs into bed, pulling me close and kissing me like he can’t get enough.

I sigh with happiness, feeling my eyes grow heavy with sleep as I rest against his chest. His arms are drawn tight against me and I throw a leg over his thigh, fully entwining us together.

My final thought as I fall asleep is that for the first time since my mother passed away, I feel at peace. I’m happy.

I’m in love with Jax Prescott.

J
ax

T
he following morning
, I awake with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever been with.

A lazy smile plays across my lips as I gaze at her sleeping peacefully, her long hair splayed out over the pillow. Her beautiful face, even with some smudged eye makeup, is still perfect to me. I’m tempted to wake her and my cock is already throbbing for her, but I figure she may be sore so I’ll let her rest until I’m back later.

Glancing at my phone, I’m pleased to see that it’s relatively early – I’m due in the office at nine thirty to sit in on a client meeting with my father. I hate to leave my sexy Kitten, but I’ve no choice. Trying my best not to wake her, I slip out of bed and quickly gather my clothes. Slipping on my pants, I locate some paper and scribble a note for her when she wakes. Not bothering to button up my shirt as I’m heading for the house to hit the shower, I slip out of the cabana, shutting the door softly behind me.

Just as I’m walking past the pool, I see my mother approaching, a pinched look on her face.

I settle a look of indifference on my face as she stares at my lack of dress.

“Jax? What are you doing out here?”

“Why are you up so early, Mother?” It’s best to deflect her questions with another.

She draws her eyebrows together. “Oh, it’s Gaby. She’s going slightly crazy as she can’t find Ava. I mean, for goodness sake…that little floozy must have run off or something.”

I’m floored at how little she thinks of Ava, and my fist clenches.

“She’s not a floozy. Please don’t speak about her like that.” The muscle in my jaw is strung tight.

I make to move around her but she grabs my arm.

“What, Mother?”

“Well?” Her eyes reflect the distaste she directs at me for standing up for Ava.

I check my watch and exhale heavily. “Well, what?”

“Don’t be so petulant, Jax. Do you know where she is?”

Shrugging my arm out of her grip, I glare at her.

“Yeah, I do. She was with me.
All night
.”

Her face grows pale before my eyes. Her mouth hangs open in protest, but I don’t stick around to hear the brunt of her anger. I walk away.

“Jax.”

“Not now, Mother. I have a meeting to get to.” My voice is just as hard as hers.

T
he meeting goes well
. I observe my father in action as he secures yet another client for the firm. As they sit signing the paperwork, my thoughts drift to Ava, concerned with how I left things this morning.

I return my attention to the meeting, trying to focus and just catching the tail end of the conversation. My father’s on speaker with his secretary, instructing her to book tickets for New York. I sit up straighter in my chair.

“Are you traveling today?”

He looks up from his paperwork briefly. “
We
are, son. We’re flying to New York in a few hours for the Campbell client dinner.” Standing, he heads for the door. “I was hoping to get out of it, but it looks like my presence is needed.”

“Is my attendance necessary? I mean, I haven’t packed or anything.” He always keeps a small case in the office, ready for any last-minute trips.

Turning back around, he glares at me. “Of course you’re coming. This account will soon be yours to run. As for clothes, we’ll just pick some up at the airport.”

I grit my teeth. It’s no use arguing – he’ll never back down. I walk out of the conference room and stalk back to my desk.
Fuck
. I was really hoping to see Ava this afternoon, already making plans for the places I want to take her. Instead, I send off a quick text, informing her that I’ll be gone for a couple of days.

Dammit.

I
roll
my shoulders in my seat. We were landing soon. My father pretty much ignores me throughout the flight, engrossed in documents. Pulling off his glasses, he runs his hand over his face.

“So, how’s the lovely Olivia?”

Where did that come from? I haven’t had the chance to fill my parents in on the fact that I was no longer seeing her.

I shrug my shoulders, stalling before I land him with yet more disappointing news. They were so pleased I’d taken an interest in her - finally a good decision in their eyes. I fiddle with my empty beer can.

“Yeah, fine as far as I’m aware. Haven’t seen her for a few days.”

I can see he’s staring at me but I refuse to meet his gaze.

“Good. Treat her well, okay?” He stands. “I’m gonna use the facilities. Remember, I have a lot riding on your relationship.”

I jerk my head up. “What do you mean?”

“Keep up, Jax. Her father is the head of the corporation we’re hoping to buy over the next couple of days. I’m sure once he realizes how close you two are, he’ll sign.” Giving me a quick wink, he disappears down the aisle.

What the hell?
He was using my relationship with her. I crush my can. No wonder he was so happy to see us together - truth is, he didn’t really give a fuck about me - all he cared about was closing his deals.

And I’ve deliberately ignored Olivia’s pleading texts over the past few days.

A heavy weight settles around my chest. There’s only one thing I can do. For the sake of this deal going through, I’d have to do with some fast texting and calling once we landed.

Motherfucker
.

W
e get
to our hotel a few hours later. Of course, my father has reserved his usual penthouse suite - and I get the room one floor below. It doesn’t bother me - all I can think about is the fact that my relationship with Olivia is riding on this deal.

I take a deep breath, cursing as I dial her number. She picks up immediately.

“Jax.” She sounds breathy. “It’s so good to hear from you, baby.”

I grit my teeth, her voice grating on my nerves. How the hell did I ever manage to put up with her?

“Hey, Olivia…sorry, I, er, have missed your calls. Been busy at the office.”

“Oh honey, don’t worry. I know what it’s like. I can’t believe Mother has dragged me into work as well. I mean, seriously,
interior designing?”
Her voice shudders with disdain.

“What’s wrong with your mother’s firm?”

“Oh, that?” I can picture her dismissing my comment with a flick of her wrist. “Nothing wrong with it, if you want to
work,
that is. And honey, you know, once we’re married and all, I want to stay at home and raise our kids.”

What the fuck? Was she high?

“You feeling okay, Olivia?”

“What? Why do you ask that?” She giggles on the other end of the line. “Of course I’m fine. You’ve had a few days to calm down that hot head of yours and like I said, I knew all along that we’re meant to be together. I mean, that’s why you’re calling, right? To apologize?”

I’m genuinely stunned. Speechless.

“Honey, you there?”

I shake my head and silently curse at my father. Two days of pretense. That’s all. I can do this.

“I’m here,” I said. “You were right, I just needed to cool my head.”

“Good, that’s okay, I forgive you. You know, you really need to keep these maids in their place. I mean I saw the way she was looking at us that day, and seriously-”

I exhale deeply through my nostrils. “Enough.”

“Okay, okay. Why so touchy, baby?”

“I just don’t like you belittling our staff, Olivia.”

“Fine, whatever. Wanna grab dinner tonight? I’ll see if the others are free?” She doesn’t wait for my response. “They all said you’d come back after a few days - they were right, weren’t they?”

Looks like I’d soon be in need of a new set of friends, too.

“I’m not in town. I’m in New York with my father.”

“Oh, yes. That makes sense - I overhead Dad telling Mother that he would be gone for a couple of days. Must be that deal they’re working on together…”

She trails off. Damn, was she playing me?

“Yeah, I don’t really know the ins and outs. Anyway, dinner when I’m back?”

“Sure, honey. Call me tomorrow?”

“If I can find some time. Look, I gotta run. Talk soon.”

“Bye honey, love you.”

“Later.”

Ending the call, I throw my phone onto the bed. I’m ready to break something.

O
verall
, the meetings are productive over the next couple of days. Acting as a junior clerk for my father, I’m deep in paperwork comprising of facts and figures that I’m trying to wrap my head around.

There’s only one problem. Olivia’s father, Jon, was stalling on signing the dotted line, insisting that he wanted to get to know my father a little better before he’d sign over one of his companies.

So, my father invited him to dinner back at home to seal the deal over a meal and drinks.

And he asked Jon to also invite his wife and daughter, stating that it was about time they took an interest in their kids’ relationship.

I forced a smile on my face as Jon heartily agreed, slapping me on the shoulder and grinning like a Cheshire cat as he exited the meeting room.