Hero: Lucian Knight. Alpha.  Owner of a lucrative adult entertainment business who believes in thoroughly sampling his products.

Heroine: Sophie Black. Lucian’s PA and enthusiastic participant in Lucian’s hedonistic world.

“I like you like this,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder. “I’m going to chain you to the kitchen sink more often.”

Sophie laughed and elbowed him lightly. She spent most of her days dressed in killer heels and dresses designed to distract Lucien from his work, and he delighted in making her pay for it in all the best ways.

“Go away, you’re putting me off,” she laughed, her pulse quickening as he untied the halter neck of her summer top with his teeth.

He glanced down over her shoulder at the plate in her hands. “You’d make a terrible maid. You missed a bit,” he muttered, and pulled her top down to her waist in one fluid movement.

“I’m not sure I’d approve of this if I was your maid,” she breathed as his hands cupped her bare breasts.

“I still love your tits.” He’d said it so many times over the years, but it still made her laugh a little and gasp a little as he dipped his hands into the soapy suds and then trailed foam around her nipples. She could feel his cock hard against the base of her back and instinctively arched into him.

“Concentrate on your work princess, or I’ll have to make you start again.”

Sophie sighed dramatically as she dunked the plate back into the water.

“Better,” he said, his hands holding her hips as he bent to trail kisses down the length of her backbone. Her fingers curled over the edge of the sink when he dropped to his knees behind her and lifted her frayed denim skirt up over her backside.

“My, my, my…” he murmured, clearly approving of the fact that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. Not that it should have come as any surprise to him, given the fact that he’d removed them himself when they were sunbathing on the decking earlier that afternoon.

[…] a few minutes later

“Keep scrubbing,” he whispered, his mouth roaming over the curves of her bottom. She tried really quite hard, but her mind wasn’t on the job at hand as he moved his warm shoulder between her thighs to part them enough to accommodate him. She gave up any pretense of working as he licked her inner thighs, then tipped his head back to fleetingly mouth her sex. She closed her eyes as his fingers slid inside her, and moaned with appreciation when he returned his mouth to her clitoris for a slow, body-melting suckle. She gasped his name, opening her eyes as Lucien slid up the length of her body and unbuttoned his jeans behind her.

Knowing how good it was going to feel only made her want him more. She cried out as his hardness filled her softness, gasps of pleasure as he found his easy rhythm. He held her there, captive and impaled, kissing her neck as he drew circles on her clitoris with his index finger.

“You’re the filthiest fucking maid I’ve ever known,” Sophie could feel him smiling against her ear. “You’ve got the job.”