“Did you provide the shoes?”
Ben barked a laugh. “No. She must’ve gone back to her apartment to get them.”
Christ. The woman was going to be the death of me.
I continued to watch as she bent at the waist to slip on one shoe, then the other, her ass in perfect view of the camera.
“Next time tell her to forgo the panties,” I told him.
“I’ll make a note of it.”
“Does she know about all the hidden cameras?”
“I doubt it. I just told her to remember there were some.”
I broke my gaze from the computer screen long enough to look over at Ben. I could see from the look in his eyes that he’d set this up for me. Well, probably for me and Addison.
“Thank you, pup,” I whispered, leaning over and kissing him softly.
“You’re very welcome, Mr. Parker.”
Not wanting to miss the show, I turned my attention back to the screen.
“Why don’t you take the computer into the living room and get comfortable,” he suggested. “She’s been instructed to take her time.”
I glanced between him and the computer screen. An idea formed, but I nodded and grabbed my coffee mug and the laptop and headed into the living room. Once I was situated on the sofa, I found myself entranced by the sexy “maid” who was dusting my apartment in a way I sincerely doubted anyone ever dusted. Addison was certainly playing the part well and I was impressed.
So was my dick.
When Ben joined me a few minutes later, I patted the cushion beside me. “No reason for you to miss the show.”
He took a seat right beside me, our legs touching. While I was ridiculously turned on, I managed to keep my hands from wandering. I had something else in mind.
“So, what do you think? Should we tip her?” he asked, chuckling.
“Actually…” I grinned over at him. “I was thinking exactly that.”
His eyes widened and I noticed the instant my pup figured out where I was going with this. Although I truly enjoyed his creative scene, I had something more in mind.
Something that would take this from sexy to downright erotic.
“Give her about ten more minutes,” I told Ben. “Then, I want you to go over there. I want you to walk in and pretend that it’s your place she’s cleaning. Take a few minutes to watch her, encourage her to continue while you do. Then I want you to cop a few feels and let things build from there.”
There was heat in my pup’s eyes as he stared back at me.
“And I fully expect you to keep the cameras in mind for whatever you end up doing with your naughty maid.”
He inhaled sharply and nodded. “Yes, Mr. Parker.”
Turning my attention back to the screen, I settled in to watch the show. After all, this was far better than any porn I’d ever watched.
And it was about to get even better.
*
BEN
WHEN I DESIGNED THE SCENE in my head, I certainly hadn’t expected Mr. Parker to want me to be an active participant.
Not that I was opposed to that. I was merely surprised.
Then again, I probably shouldn’t have been. Mr. Parker was not a selfish man, not in any way. He was a very generous lover, but since this was new for us, I’d expected him to be the one to play the part of the homeowner who walked in on his sexy maid.
But here I was, opening the door to Mr. Parker’s apartment and stepping inside. I made sure I was loud enough that Addison would hear me. The last time I’d looked at the camera—less than a minute ago—she was in the kitchen, tidying things up.
I closed the door, then turned to find her looking over at me.
“Oh, sorry,” I said. “I didn’t realize you were still here.” I pretended to glance at my watch. “I thought your service sent people over earlier.”
Addison smiled. She clearly realized I was playing a part and I was surprised to see her continuing to play hers as well.
“I’m almost finished,” she said sweetly. “I’ve only got a few shelves left, then I have to take care of the bedroom.”
She had already dusted the bedroom, I knew, but I wasn’t about to ruin the scene she was setting up.
“Please take your time. I don’t mind…watching.”
Another sweet smile pulled on her lips as she went up on tiptoe to get one of the higher shelves, her skirt lifting and revealing the sexy sheer black panties she was wearing.
My fingers itched to touch her, but I held back. There was plenty of time and I damn sure didn’t want to rush this.
“I’ll be going into the bedroom now,” she said a minute later. “Just in case you want to…inspect my work.”
“Oh, of course.” I acted as though that was the logical thing to do.
As she made her way around the bedroom, I remained close, pointing out a few spots she missed. I made sure I had the ability to lean over her, touching her at every turn. It wasn’t long before she was breathing hard and I knew it wasn’t from exertion.
