Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Sage’s [POV]

I was probably suffering from heat exhaustion. Was that possible from hot tubbing? If not, I was apt to be the first known case.

Why else would I ask my frenemy to jerk off for my viewing pleasure?

Not that he was going to do it. I could tell he was suffering from a serious case of shock, but he didn’t seem too inclined to abide by my request.

“We’re on vacay.” I tried to keep my voice light and not reel back from being turned down. I was so attuned to the possibility that it was hard for me not to just immediately shut down. “Vegas, remember? And you’re uncomfortable…”

“Blue balls don’t kill, princess, I guarantee that.”

Princess. Had he given me a nickname? Should I balk at it, in light of women’s lib?

Fuck no. A sexy dude with an erection for me could call me anything he liked. Within reason.

“No, I know. But this trip is about new experiences, and I’ve never”

“What?” he asked, so carefully that a part of me hurt.

How could he be this sweet right now and have hidden it so well from me for so long? Was I that oblivious? Or had it taken a moment like this, far away from our family and friends, to strip down to the essence of who we are?

Of course, we were physically stripped most of the way too. That probably helped.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

And he was aroused. He’d already said it made him more charitable. So, what if we did something anything at all and we left this room and he went right back to being dickish Oliver? What if I went right back to being shrewish Sage?

Perhaps those were our assigned roles, and we couldn’t change them. It was like an adult reenactment of The Breakfast Club, except our version of detention on Saturday was griping through a lunch shift at the diner.

Then again, he did have a kinder side even away from Vegas. Like how he’d stood up for Ally at the diner with Greta. And even how he’d taken time away from his busy schedule to come to Vegas with me. Sure, I’d focused on the fact that he might be trying to slow my roll, but the truth was, he didn’t have to bother. That he’d taken a weekend out of his life to come here with me-business or no business-said a lot.

It said he had to care, if only because I was Ally’s bestie. So maybe he didn’t find it easy to access the more approachable side of himself. I would have to be more tolerant and give him a chance without preconceived notions.

Before my parents had sold the bed-and-breakfast out from under me, I’d never been so quick to judge. So eager to dismiss and berate. I’d once been hopeful enough to believe everyone was a decent person, even if sometimes the decent was slow in coming.

Today was the first chance in a while that I could try reclaiming my former self. I’d just aim for being a bolder version now, the type of woman who asked for what she wanted and believed she could get it.

That she deserved it.

This conversation was part of phase one. I just had to woman up and go for it.

“Okay, so I’ve jerked off a guy,” I said hesitantly. “I have done that.”

Strangely, he didn’t look pleased.

“But as far as giving a blowjob,” I paused as he made a sound I couldn’t identify, “no. I’ve never done that. Also, I’ve never, ahh, jerked a guy to completion either. And I’ve never watched one self-stimulate.”

“If a compound phrase was capable of killing a hard-on, that might be it. Or maybe if you started talking about musk again.”

I took a long, heady sniff near his neck. “It’s like an evergreen musk. So sexy. Mixed with that cedar thing you have going on, it’s like my closet back home. Oh, and my Hope chest.”

“You have one? Why am I not surprised?”

I ignored him. “My nana used to line it with these cedar sheets that smelled just like this.” I turned my head and licked his earlobe.

Oh my God, I just licked Oliver. I was taking this “go for what you want” credo seriously.

“Did you just lick me?” He sounded strangled.

“No?”

“If this was a pool, I’d dunk you for being a liar, and a horrible one at that. Since it isn’t one, I have no other recourse.”

Carefully, he wrapped his hands around my waist, lifted me as if I were made of air, and set me down a safe distance away. Not very far, since the hot tub was only so big. And our legs were tangled, and oh Lord, I was breathing so hard that I gripped the side of the tub to try to get ahold of myself.

“You smell very good” I began.

He held up a hand. “Let’s just table that discussion for now, shall we?”

“Okay.” At least he wasn’t suggesting we never speak again. “What should we talk about then?”

“If your request was serious, I’ll oblige you. Far be it from me to further delay a woman’s carnal education.”

The way he talked was such a turn-on. Truth be told, I got even hotter when he talked like that while acting like a dick. I just liked the softer side of him too. The one who said nice things and held me and didn’t make fun of me for having the same amount of experience as a high school senior.

Heck, freshman.

“It’s probably not fair.” I swept my loosened hair out of my face and fought the urge to fix my straggly ponytail. I was afraid to do anything that might make him change his mind. “I get to watch, and you get nothing.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’ll get something. I’ll get to come, though it’ll be far inadequate to other ways I’d much prefer to find release.” His near-black eyes glittered and made me quiver deep inside. “I’ll also get to watch you watching me.”

“And that’s arousing?”

“Very much.” His throat moved as he swallowed. “If we were more well-acquainted, I might ask you to remove your top to give me visual inspiration. Or better yet, I’d ask you to do the same as me. Except you’d be sitting on the edge.” He jerked his chin at the side of the hot tub. “So, I could see every movement of your fingers.”

I was blushing, I just knew it. My face felt like a freaking torch. But I was so excited I couldn’t think straight.

Was this happening to me? This infuriating, sexy-as-hell man truly wanted me? He was even willing to go through my probably bizarre steps rather than, oh, just, you know…making out and having sex like normal people did every day. Especially people on vacation.

Especially when this was exactly what I’d told everyone I was looking for. No-strings-attached sex.

Yet Oliver was different. He was Ally’s brother-in-law, and we’d have to see each other everywhere. At holiday dinners, at the diner, walking down the flipping street…

But do you think it won’t be weird if he chokes the chicken in front of you? It’s practically the same thing, except you don’t get the O.

Assuming I didn’t spontaneously combust the second he whipped out his cock. There were no guarantees there.

“Sage?”

See, that worried expression mixed in with the lust. That was what was messing me up. More and more evidence was piling up to make me think he truly did care about me underneath all the bluster.

Perhaps fighting was foreplay, and we’d just had a super-long extended session of it.

“Sorry. I’m just having an out-of-body experience.” I inhaled deeply and reached for the hem of my cami, pulling it over my head before I chickened out entirely.

He just wanted to look. I had a nice rack. I even thought they were better than nice when I wasn’t obsessing over Jim’s failure to launch.

And I was done with thinking about any other man than the one currently staring at me as if he wanted to eat me alive and then lick his fingers.

I dumped the cami on the floor and sat back, stretching my arms along the sides of the tub, gripping the smooth material to keep from bolting. That kind of focused attention was new to me.

Overwhelming. Addictive.

“You’re magnificent,” he murmured.

Another inward breath. I could feel my confidence swelling like a balloon with every moment he remained fixated on my breasts. He wasn’t even trying to hide his avarice. I was flushed all over, and a glance down proved that pinkness wasn’t just in my cheeks. Between the heat from the Jacuzzi and my embarrassment and arousal, my normally pale skin was a deep red. And my nipples were like tight cherries, dipping above and below the water every time I shifted.

I was shifting a lot. Squirming.

“Thank you.” I gulped more air. “Your turn.”

Unlike me, he didn’t hesitate. He rose onto his knees, gripped the waistband of his boxers, and eased the elastic over his…wow. I only caught a brief glimpse before he dropped below the bubbles to get them off.

He tossed them over the side to join my cami. I studied the pile of our clothing, only turning back to him when the rush of water dragged my attention back to my current situation. I was regretting now my limited experiences with porn. Maybe then I’d be more comfortable watching as he…

God, he was gripping his cock. His large, fully erect cock.

I was not equipped to handle this.

And in this case, I was not speaking metaphorically.

“Jim was not built like you.” I covered my mouth with my hand, figuring my accidental comment would make him growl again, but instead, he only smiled, slow and wide like a Cheshire cat.

Of course. Because men always had to have the biggest and most powerful tools around. Or at least believe that they did.

I lowered my hand and decided to say something else I was thinking. On purpose this time.

“You’re so big,” I breathed.

He gave himself one long, slow stroke, then licked his lips. “Do you want to touch me?”

Fifteen minutes ago, I probably would’ve said no. Next level. Not ready to go there yet. Not with Oliver.

But now, I inched forward, my new resolve filling my chest.

“Just do whatever you’d like.”

His voice was low, guttural. Impossible to resist.

My gaze flickered up to meet his while I brushed my fingertips over the swollen, damp head.

He hissed as if I’d burned him. “More.”

I did it again, fascinated by how his muscles tightened and the veins bulged and shifted under his taut skin. His flesh was so much darker than mine. He was covered in lots of dense, dark ink. Swirls of intricate lines climbed his left arm creating a leopard with fascinating blue eyes. As his muscles rippled, so did the dangerous cat. More artwork reminded me of tribal swirls I’d seen on a few famous actors. It was much more interesting to see it so close, especially where I could touch it. So different than my virgin skin.

Virgin everything.

His part-Italian heritage allowed him to tan, whereas I only crisped up like a lobster, and just sliding my paler hand against his length was oddly exciting. Every part of this was. We were so different, with so many angles that could rub and spark against each other.