By the time Agatha bit her lower lip firmly, Lanceil looked at her lips and then he kissed her.
Soft and smooth, that’s how Agatha will describe the lips of her boss. Lanceil inhaled before he nibbled her lower lip.
His hand went to the back of her head. As he pulled her closer, Agatha felt the meat at the seam of her lips. It was his tongue, which slid in, brushing her teeth as if it was knocking for an opening. Soon she opened her mouth and let him explore her inside.
Slowly, Agatha raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck. As if he got her permission, Lanceil tilted his head to the other side and dived into a full-blown kiss involving a tongue filled with fervent desire and passion.
A thin layer of excitement wrapped around her whole body, whenever he moved his tongue in and out of her mouth. The moist sound of his falling lips was audible around the kitchen.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Agatha closed her eyes and took a deep breath the moment Lanceil moved his lips away. “Kiss me hard,” his sweet and soft whisper made her arms tremble in an unexplainable tension.
Lanceil rubbed his nose onto hers before he pressed his body against her. Lanceil’s arm under her waist pulled her closer. His lower body, which he’d intentionally separated before, was now in contact with the bare mass of heat, rubbing slowly.
Agatha felt a prickling sensation through the fabric of her maid outfit and blushed. Lanceil kissed her on her cheek, on her earlobe, before his lips landed back on hers that were longing for the warmth.
“Hmmm,” she moaned then replied to his kisses.
Lanceil’s hand roamed on her side before it found its way to her left leg. Next, she felt the cold wind brushing on her upper thigh as he successfully lifted her skirt.
Agatha’s head was tilted back. She instinctively grasped his wrist to prevent him from touching her leg, growling, “Hnng!”
But Lanceil had no thought of stopping. He swallowed all her saliva, turned his head the other way, and dug deeper into her as his fingers kept going upward. Throbbing pain and pleasure came at the same time. Agatha’s body temperature was rising from her lower abdomen. A low moan came from the inside of her neck.
Now, she found it hard to breathe, so she gave strength in her hand that went in between their chest and pushed him away. Then she quickly took a short breath. As her heart was beating so fast that she could not pull herself together, Lanceil, who lost his rationality, bent his head and planted a kiss on her neck.
That was when his hand slid between her thighs and rubbed her wet region.
“Ahhh!”
Agatha saw the white ceiling inside her room. Her forehead was filled with sweat as she caught her breath. She looked around her room, trying to find the trace of the man who was kissing her neck and rubbing her panty but…
“W-What was that?”
She knew the answer. But she couldn’t believe it, that’s why she asked herself. After calming her heart, she sat up from her bed.
She set her eyes on the mini clock on the desk beside her bed. “2 am,” she read the time loudly.
She raised her hands and roughly washed her face without water. When her eyes appeared again, the embarrassment took her over.
“Why did I dream of that?” she squirmed as if soon, she’d cry.
A week ago, she and her boss almost kissed in the kitchen. But Vincent appeared and it didn’t happen.
Lanceil followed his younger brother to explain that it was a misunderstanding.
‘It is a misunderstanding?’
She felt very wronged that Lanceil had to deny the fact that they were about to kiss. But why was she so disappointed? Isn’t it her mission to seduce her boss without having any feelings for him?
An absurd idea came to her.
‘W-What if… What if…’
Agatha didn’t continue with what was going on inside her mind and instead, held her chest.
“No way,” she denied.
Then what about her dream? Why did she dream about letting him hold her like that? In addition to that, Agatha was so upset that the dream ended at the most exciting part.
“This is because of the porn I accidentally watched. Damn Vincent.”
Agatha moved up, planning to wash her body to erase the trace of her weird dream about her boss.
She got so wet.
After taking a bath, Agatha went to the kitchen and drank a glass of milk. Her hair is still wet, and she has a towel wrapped around her nape.
She looked at the vintage wall clock hanging on the wall to check the time.
“3 am.”
Agatha wondered if Lanceil really went to Singapore.
Lanceil was so busy with work, and he told her that he would be on a business trip for many days. Unknown to him, Agatha accidentally saw his schedule for the month and found out that he has no business trip these upcoming weeks.
“That means he’s avoiding me,” Agatha murmured, sighing.
Apparently, this isn’t the first time that Lanceil purposely avoided his maid. So, Agatha shouldn’t feel this sad over this.
She finished her milk and placed the glass on the sink. She is not the type of person who’s used to leaving a dirty glass or plate in the sink, but now, she felt so tired to wash the single cup.
Therefore, with her head hung low, Agatha dragged her feet on the way to her room.
“I wondered why I heard sounds early in the morning,” Vincent complained, scratching his naked upper body.
Drowsy, Vincent woke up and stood before Agatha with only his boxer.
Naturally, Agatha’s eyes went to his bulge.
He’s big!
Just like what she imagined, Vincent has a huge c*ck. She could see the line of his manhood through his boxer, and he was not even embarrassed.
Wrongfully, Agatha felt her center throb. It was because seeing Vincent’s shaft made her imagine Lanceil’s size.
Agatha didn’t know that she’d been staring at Vincent’s boxer while thinking of Lanceil.
Yawning, Vincent noticed her eyes. He followed her gaze and looked down. When he realized that she’s been looking at his thing, he got an er*ction.
Right now, there were only two of them in the house. Vincent’s brother was out of the country, and Agatha had just finished her bath.
A bath early in the morning?
Vincent couldn’t think of any reason why Agatha had to wash herself. But that turned him on.
“Why are you looking at my d*ck? Do you want to suck it?”
His question snapped Agatha. She remembered that this guy wasn’t Lanceil, but Lanceil’s pervert brother!
Agatha glared at him and hurriedly jolted toward her room. But Vincent held her wrist and pinned her to the wall.
“Ahhh!” Agatha gasped. When she looked forward, she saw Vincent’s eyes darkened with lust.
“If you are curious, you can just tell me that you wanted to see it,” Vincent whispered. He grabbed her hand, and then let her touch his er*ction.
When Agatha felt his hardness on her palm, she shivered. It was the first time she touched a man’s d*ck. And even though there was thin fabric separating her hand and Vincent’s huge c*ck, it was enough for her to tell how ferocious it was.
“Ugh,” Vincent moaned while he was guiding Agatha to rub her hand on his hardness.
Froze on her spot, Agatha was holding her breath while looking at her hand rubbing on his boxer.
“I saw what you did that night,” Vincent said while breathing heavily. “My brother almost fell from your tactics. But you still have a long way to go. What about I teach you how to make a man feel good?”
Vincent slowly put her hand inside his boxer.
“Imagine that I am brother Lanceil. Hmm?”
When he said those, Agatha regained her solitude.
She pulled her hand away from Vincent and escaped from his grip.
Chuckling, Vincent stared at her and grinned. But when he saw her blushing, the smile on his heart-shaped lips evaporated.
“S-Sir Lanceil is better than you,” Agatha said while blushing. “He won’t force me to do this.”
Agatha turned around and ran inside her room. She didn’t forget to lock the door.
Left alone, Vincent stared at the door of her room.
He didn’t know when it started. But now, he was sure.
“She… to my brother... She really…”
…has a crush on Lanceil.
Vincent discovered Agatha’s other secret. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it with his own mouth.