Free Maid for Punishment by Lacey Harper Page A

keep from getting into a ton of trouble. She was getting fired for sure, but in his house and completely at his mercy there were far worse things he could do to her.
    “ Thank god you came in when you did. I thought he was trying to kill me.” She ended with a dramatic sniff.
    “I’ll handle this.” He stalked toward the door.
    “No!” Still holding the sheet, she jumped off the bed and raced toward him. “Don’t leave me. Not right now.”
    She buried her face in his chest and prayed he’d stay. If he left right now, Dirk would end up hamburger, or worse. Her boyfriend, well, soon to be ex-boyfriend, could be a jerk sometimes, but he didn’t deserve to be maimed.
    Grant’s arms encircled her trembling shoulders then pulled her close. “Shh. Don’t cry.”
    Between sobs she whispered. “I was so scared.”
    “It’s okay baby, I got you.”
    She suppressed a smile. So far, so good. He seemed pretty damn convinced she needed to be comforted and not reprimanded.
    She brushed her cheek across his strong, masculine chest and sighed. So sexy and so off limits. Mixing business with pleasure could only end in total disaster. She’d learned that at her last job.
    “Y ou’ve got goose bumps." He briskly rubbed her arms.
    The friction from the calloused pads on his fingers sent shivers of delight straight through the slick folds of her pussy. She didn’t even get to come before Grant busted in on her and Dirk. That little spectacle stole the orgasm she desperately needed. Tension hummed in the pit of her stomach. She’d give anything to have Grant shove two rough fingers against her clit. That’s all she’d need to come all over his hand.
    “You need a nice warm bath.”
    He crossed the room and opened the door to the master bath. She followed him into her favorite room in the house. Whenever he left for a match, she’d sneak into his bathroom and take a long hot soak in the Victorian style tub. Pure luxury.
    Grant twisted the brushed copper knobs and a cascade of steaming water splashed against the bottom of the tub. She could hardly wait to wash away the thin sheen of sweat collected on her skin.
    He turned and perched on the edge of the tub. His gaze rested on her lips. “I should fire you for fucking that guy in my bed.”
    “I’m sorry about—”
    “No.” He put a finger to his lips. “Don’t say another word.”
    “But I need this job to pay my tuition. Please, don’t fire me. I swear I won’t do anything like th is again.”
    “I’ll consider it.”
    He dipped a finger into the bath then turned the cold water faucet on for a few seconds. He turned both faucets off then grabbed a bottle. The cap popped open and he poured a stream of liquid into the water. As he swirled his hand through the water, a sea of frothy bubbles formed.
    “It’s ready.”
    She didn’t want to appear too wanton, so she waited for him to leave but he didn’t move. “Are you staying?”
    “I think I’ll stay and watch. After all, it is my bathtub.” A hint of a smile played at the edge of his sensual lips.
    “I’d rather you didn’t.”
    “I’ve already seen you naked and you don’t seem to have any shame.”
    “If I’d known you were coming home, you wouldn’t have caught me and wouldn’t have seen me naked.”
    He crossed the room and grabbed the top of the sheet. “I only saw you in all your naked glory for a few seconds. But it only took a second to see that you have a great body.”
    He tugged the sheet out of her hands. She took a step back but he quickly wrapped an arm around her and drew her closer.
    “First you’ll take a bath. Then you’ll repay me.”
    “How?” She whispered.
    His amber eyes sparkled. “I have some ideas.”
    He slowly guided the satin sheet down the length of her body. The heat from his palms seared a trail over her breasts, along the hollow of her belly and done her thighs. He was almost on his knees when he finally released the sheet.
    She hurried toward the tub and