Page 4 of The Maid

Unfortunately, Gunther broke the kiss and stood them both up. The way he took charge and stripped her pajamas off her body and then removed his own clothing, made her feel as if she'd been the inexperienced one of the two, even if she was so much older. He didn't fumble around; he was focused and assertive. Even though he was tall and lean, there were muscles hidden underneath his clothes that she hadn't expected. His thighs were his best feature.

"I've been playing football since I was ten," he said when he caught her looking at his thighs.

"I know," she whispered.

"Ms. Finney talked about me?" he asked.

"All the time."

He smiled big, which was disconcerting. He had a very sincere smile with gorgeous white teeth. "You want to talk about my aunt?" she teased.

"Fuck, no," he said, and gently, he moved her back to this middle of the bed and tossed a condom by her pillow. He was very prepared, she thought.

Lying next to her now, he continued to kiss her as his hands caressed her body, working on one nipple and then another until he finally reached past her belly to the apex of her thighs. He nudged her legs apart and then began playing with her pussy with his fingers until she was writhing next to him. He dipped his fingers inside her and then out and then back in, alternating being in her and playing with her clit. His mouth, meanwhile, was on her nipples. "Gun…Gun…" she yelled, loudly, his dick hard and throbbing against her leg. When she was just about to orgasm, he stopped, put on the condom, hovered over her and then slid inside. They both moaned in pleasure and he used his finger on her clit while he fucked her.

It was fast but it was great.

"Oh God," she said, feeling deliciously relaxed. "Wow."

"You feel so good," he said, rolling off her. "Just like I knew you would."

"I was serious about no one finding out about this, Gun."

"They won't find out," he said, taking off the condom, tying it at the end, and tossing it into the waste basket by her little desk.

They spent the rest night doing the most unexpected thing.

They talked. They laughed. They just stayed in bed, naked and talking.

He told her about his upcoming trip and how he had gone behind his parents' backs and applied to a few schools that were scouting him for football. She told him all about school and how she was working towards her Masters in Finance.

At some point, before the sun rose, Gunther said, "I vote for a second round before the sun comes out." She giggled and rolled over him. Before he left the next morning, they'd done it two more times.

Sometime at the end of July while Addie was sweeping the kitchen floor, the front door was slammed shut, followed by yelling. She knew one of the voices all too well. The last month had consisted of a lot of sex and more sex and one of those yelling voices had spoken to her tenderly many times over the last month while they had wild sex. Yes, there had been work and school, but the sex had been a wonderful distraction. She looked forward to the evenings when Gunther snuck into her bed or when they stole a kiss (or a make-out session) during the day. She'd learned that Gunther, big muscular Gunther, was actually quite sweet and attentive, which was why hearing him raise his voice alarmed her.

"I don't need your Goddamn money!" Gunther yelled.

"Really? How the hell do you plan on paying for your little vacation? Huh? You ungrateful little shit?" Liam, his father, yelled back.

Addie tried to leave, she didn't want to be caught listening in, but they were on the side of the kitchen and there was no way for her to escape.

"I have two colleges trying to recruit me for football and I have grandfather's trust."

"You're trust fund won't get you back to the States from Europe. You should've studied a little harder. Clearly, you have absolutely no concept of what anything costs. You will go on your little trip, come back, and start school as planned and that's the end of it. I don't want to hear one more word about football. Is that clear, Gunther?"

There was just silence and Addie's heartbeat rapidly.

"Gunther. Is that clear?" Liam's voice boomed.

"Yes, sir," Gunther replied, the snark evident even from the other room. A door slammed and then another and then she was alone in the kitchen.

Their relationship had been purely physical and had an expiration date. Yet, she felt drawn to him from the first moment they met, and now, she needed to check on him after the intense fight. She finished all her tasks while listening to the sounds coming from the house. From the faint sound of ice on glass, Liam was sitting in the library drinking and Monique had gone shopping earlier in the day. The rest of the staff was spread around the house in different rooms. The coast was clear.

Carefully and quietly, Addie went upstairs and without even so much as a knock, opened the door to Gun's bedroom and closed it behind her. Gun, who sat at his desk doing something on his laptop, looked over his shoulder. "I wanted to check if you're okay," she said, standing near the door.

"No. I'm not," he said, spinning his chair around to face her.

"I'm sorry, Gun. I didn't mean to overhear but you guys were loud. Is there anything I can do? You want me to leave you alone?"