Healing the Maid

Haley was so young and trusting when she gave herself to the wrong guy only to be dumped for a girl from a rich family. She never knew she could feel so lost and vulnerable … or that the strength and comfort of a real man could make so many problems go away …

Mr. Carlsburg has always had a bit of a soft-spot for the nineteen year old he hired to clean up around the house since his divorce. Her inviting curves would capture any man’s attention, but he’s always looked on her more as a daughter than as a woman. And yet, when he finds her in his home crying over another man, he starts to realize his feelings for her are more real and more possessive. He wants to comfort her and protect her … but more simply and undeniably, he wants her for himself.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a wealthy man of the house and his young and curvy maid, forbidden desires, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.


While he was distracted, she found herself studying her boss. Claire’s admiring, even jealous comments from earlier came back as she studied him. He was undeniably handsome, and in his late thirties was still very much in his prime. His hair was dark and cut short in a style that seemed an impossible mix of elegant and effortless. His face was strong, with bright eyes that glinted a metallic blue and a jaw darkened by the hint of stubble. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, a garment whose formality never quite concealed how good the body within it must be: broad-shouldered and athletic.

Haley was always a bit uncomfortable when people brought up how attractive her new boss was, maybe in part because it stirred similar thoughts in herself … thoughts she knew she shouldn’t have. He was her employer, much older, and saw her as more of a daughter than anything. There was something deliciously guilty about imagining what it would feel like to … but she wasn’t that kind of girl. She might not be able to help those kinds of thoughts, but she certainly didn’t have to dwell on them.

Let the other girls giggle and make comments. The closest they ever got was seeing him give talks at the endowed seminars. She was the one who was here, now. She was the one he trusted in his home, trusted to keep his house and sometimes even watch his kids. She would be the one here on a Friday evening, getting bid goodnight. She was the one who knew his smell, felt his touch on her back as he said goodbye for the evening …

That wasn’t the kind of trust she wanted to betray. That wasn’t the kind of girl she was.


She jumped. Had she been staring? Was she being weird?

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