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arch to his touch .  She was wet for him.  She wanted him.  Hastily he pulled off his pants and laid on top her, her eyes wide at the sight of his impressive manhood.  Slowly he pulled his fingers out of her as she neared the edge, a wanting in her face.  His tip found its way to her moist opening and he plunged into her with force.  She screamed, in pain or pleasure he wasn’t sure.  Swiftly she wrapped her thighs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.  She was tight and wet, and he was on the edge.  Rhythmically they made love, moving together, the friction of skin that ended in an explosion of convulsing bodies.  Reyna breathed heavily as Grayson rolled off her and pulled the blanket on to both of them.  She smiled briefly before her eyes closed shut in his arms. 
     
    Reyna woke to the sight of dying embers in the fireplace, a crackling that still gave off enough heat to warm her body.  She turned over on something soft, and realized she was no longer asleep on the floor, but on the lush brown couch.  She sat up slowly, holding the blanket to her chest in modesty and looked around.  She saw Grayson, fully clothed, a mug of steaming liquid in his hands, leaning against his desk looking out at the winter wonderland from his frosted window.  Reyna’s heart beat a little faster as she gazed at him; she was definitely falling for him.  Slowly she wrapped the blanket around her like a towel, sitting up on the couch.  Noticing the movement, Grayson turned and smiled at her, “Hey,” he said gruffly. 
    “Hey,” she replied sweeping her hair up into a makeshift bun .  “You’re up early,” she said enquiringly as he folded his arms against his chest.
    Grayson sighed heavily, “A lot on my mind.”
    “Want to share?” she said in an earnest tone. 
    Grayson looked back out the window, deep lines etched onto his handsome face.  Grayson shook his head, “Just work,” he grunted as he walked toward her.  “Can I get you some coffee?” he asked changing the subject. 
    Suddenly Reyna blushed furiously as she realized she was the one who should be getting him coffee .  She was suddenly overcome by guilt and she didn’t know how to act.  Seeing her internal struggle, Grayson smiled, “It’s best not to over think it,” he said comfortingly holding his hand out to her. 
    After coffee , Reyna made her way back to her bedroom, showered and changed.  She knew Grayson had come back to work, and that she had a job of her own to do.  It wasn’t like what happened between them changed much.  Like he said, she shouldn’t overthink it, which is something that she was really good at.  Reyna stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom, a look of self-disgust on her face.  How many other maids had Grayson slept with, she thought, a heat developing in the pit of her stomach? It was obvious that he and Camilla weren’t that couple, but surely that didn’t stop a handsome man like him from getting what he wanted, from whoever he wanted.  Reyna sighed as she splashed water on her face, trying to forget the vivid memories playing in her mind.  She was just one of many, and now she would go back to being his maid. 
    Grayson scribbled some notes on a piece of paper, but his mind was far away from his work .  He thought of Reyna falling in the ice water, her almost lifeless body in his arms.  He frowned as another memory crept in, one far more distant but visually similar.  He shook his head, trying to remove the images.    His mind drifted to Reyna again, this time, her smell, her taste, her touch.  He allowed himself some time to relish in the memory.  What was it about her that intrigued him so? There were many beautiful women in the world; many beautiful women that did not work for him that were willing to do anything for him.  But why did he want her? She was his maid for crying out loud.  The sound of the door swiftly opening caught his attention and he was surprised to see Camilla