'He is mine,' Lily thought, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. 'She might have his ring, but I have his body. Let's see who really serves the Master best.'
Without a word, Lily carefully rose from her knees, her movements agonizingly slow and silent. She moved over Alex's hips, her starched black-and-white maid uniform rustling ever so slightly. She gathered the hem of her skirt in her hands and hiked it up past her waist.
Alex watched her, his breath hitching.
From his perspective, the visual was pure, concentrated sin. Lily was fully dressed in her immaculate, professional uniform from the waist up, the white frills of her apron glowing faintly in the morning light. But from the waist down, she was completely exposed. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her soaked black lace panties and pulled them aside, revealing her dripping, swollen center.
