The Billionaire and the Cleaner(31)
Author: Sam Crescent

Kent’s a billionaire. You can’t compare to him.

She kept to her cleaning job at night. Kent tried to distract her from cleaning. She refused to bite. He’d given her a credit card, which she refused to use. Cleaning was something she loved doing, and Kent wasn’t going to take that away from her. Lana figured if she worked elsewhere instead of inside his building, he would have encouraged her to quit. There was no way she’d rely on Kent. His money had nothing to do with why she loved him. Nor did his body have anything to do with her feelings. She loved his body, but it wasn’t everything about him.

Kent’s mind was what appealed to her. She loved the man he was when no one else was around. His never ending teasing and humour reeled her in like a fish on a hook every time. When his arms surrounded her she really thought she could fight the world.

There was only one problem … her past. She still hadn’t told him about the demons that plagued her. Frank had backed down from trying to blackmail her. She found out from Mitch that he’d been prosecuted by the police after he assaulted an ex-partner. Lana shivered whenever she thought about her ex. The danger he once posed her was now gone, but her past was there.

Sometimes in the middle of night she’d wake up in a cold sweat expecting her mother to come knocking on the door. The fear was so acute it made her feel sick.

Kent would find her looking over the city. His hands would rub her arms, and they’d go back to bed where for a few hours the fear would disappear. Each day, the fear kept intensifying.

He had a right to know about her past. The guilt she felt at not speaking grew every day.

She changed for work and made her way to the Anderson Corporation building. Mitch drove her each night she worked.

“You look a little glum today, Lana. Are you all right?” Mitch asked.

“I’m thinking.”

“Sometimes it’s good to ease the soul with thoughts that leave a sad face,” he said.

Lana smiled at him but didn’t say another word. She typed in her security PIN at the building. After grabbing her cleaning equipment she made her way up the stairs to Kent’s floor. She saw the light on in his office.

He’d been working overtime the last few days on some kind of overseas deal. She listened to everything he said about work even though she didn’t understand all the terms.

She started working on cleaning the office. Their story had done the rounds in the newspaper, but when another playboy got an heiress pregnant her story had soon died down. No one was interested in a cleaner, especially when Kent threatened them if they printed anything bad about her.

His hands wrapped around her waist as she was leaning over a desk.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get here,” Kent said.

She lifted up, and his hands cupped her br**sts. Lana moaned as pleasure shot up her spine. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, and he’d kept to his promise. Not a day went by when he’d brought her to cl**ax at least twice.

“We’re in your office, Kent,” she said.

“I don’t give a f**k. Everyone has gone home. I need you right now.” Kent lifted her onto the desk, pushed her uniform up her thighs to expose her pu**y. He tore her panties from her body.

She watched as he pulled his hard c**k out of his pants. In the next instant he was inside her. She gasped as the width of him startled her.

“Fucking, yes,” he said.

He devoured her mouth as he rode her body. Lana had no choice but to hold on as he took her on one of his employee’s desks.

“I’m not going to last. Play with yourself. I want to feel your cunt grip me,” he said.

She licked her fingers and pressed them to her clit.

“That’s it. Finger your sweet pu**y.”

Kent licked her lips as he rode her hard. “Fuck!”

He f**ked her hard, and she played with her cl*t bringing herself to orgasm as Kent finished inside her body.

She didn’t want to think about the consequences of their unprotected sex. Lana hadn’t told him she’d missed two monthly cycles. The consequences scared her. She’d never used the pill because of how it affected her moods.

“Thank you. I’m addicted to you, Lana,” he said.

“I’m addicted to you as well.” She spoke the truth. Neither of them said the L-word. Lana was afraid in case he pushed her away. From an early age she’d learned how people used you once you gave them a part of yourself.

She wouldn’t let that happen even though it was getting harder every day to deny him.

****

Lana’s cunt pulsed around his cock. Kent didn’t want to leave her body. She felt so amazing to him. He held her close and wished they were home in his apartment where he could remove all of her clothing.

“We’re going to John’s house this weekend. He’s putting on a barbeque, and a few of my friends will be there,” he said.

“I’m going?” she asked.

He hated this part of Lana. She always asked permission, as if she was his dirty little secret. Kent loved her. Why didn’t she see how he felt? His family and his friends knew he was in love with her. Why couldn’t she see what everyone else could?

“Of course you’re coming. Lana, you’re my woman. Your place is by my side.”

She smiled. “I need to finish work.”

“I think this is going to be messy,” he said.

“It’s good for you you’ve got a cleaner who knows how to clean this mess up.” He chuckled.

When they were apart he helped her clean the mess they’d created. Kent pushed all of his thoughts aside. He wanted her badly.

“I’ll help you clean,” he said.

She laughed, and together they cleaned up the building. He watched as she moved around the room. His gaze never left hers.

I love her. She’s part of my soul.

He’d phoned his mother about a ring. Kent wanted to make Lana his wife. He loved her and intended to spend the rest of his life with her.

The party at John’s place was also where he intended to propose to her. His family were due to be present. He’d planned the whole event. The last few days he’d been arranging places that would be perfect for him to propose. He’d cancelled three restaurants as proposing in those places had been done numerous times.

Lana didn’t need expensive places. She needed to be comfortable and in a place she could trust. He understood that about her more than she realised.

When they’d finished cleaning his floor, Kent waited for her in the car. She came out of the building, smiled at the security guard, and then made her way to him.