Chapter 63 Maid For Pleasure (5)

• The bass thumped through the room, my hips popping in sync with Agnes’s as we twerked hard, our asses clapping like we were putting on a private show. Sweat slicked my skin, the bed creaking under us, when the door banged open—Andrew, my boyfriend’s brother, stormed in, his broad frame filling the doorway. His jaw dropped, eyes bugging out as he froze, staring at us—two naked, shaking bodies caught mid-motion, the air thick with sex and music. I yelped, nearly toppling over, while Agnes let out a startled “Oh shit!” her twerk stuttering to a halt.
• For a second, we were all statues—me clutching the sheets, Agnes half-crouched, Andrew gaping like he’d walked into a fever dream. Then Agnes, bold as hell, broke the silence with a grin, her voice cutting through the pounding beat. “Hey, Andrew,” she purred, tilting her head, “you wanna join us, or you just gonna watch like a creep?”
• Andrew blinked, shock melting into something hotter, hungrier, and he didn’t hesitate—not for a damn second. He yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, revealing a chest rippling with muscle I’d never noticed before. His trousers hit the floor next, kicked off in a rush, leaving him stark naked, his dick already hard and twitching like he’d been fantasizing about this exact moment forever. “Fuck yeah, I’m in,” he growled, stepping closer, his eyes darting between me and Agnes like he’d been dreaming of screwing us both for months—maybe years.