I pulled the coat around the short, barely there maid costume. I was pretty sure the costume designer bought the thing off a Halloween sale rack. It was the typical sexy French maid costume and rather cheaply made. I was just glad to be strangled, dead and carted off to the morgue for the night.

I shuffled down the dimly lit hallway to my apartment. I had to admit I was a little disappointed that they had gotten my door back up so quickly. I could have easily spent one more blissful evening in Aidan's apartment.

There were no sounds coming from his place but then I hadn't expected any. I was certain he was off at the Plaything beach house. I was equally certain he wasn't there alone. I was sure his phone contact list was populated with women's names. I couldn't be upset about that. I had no claims on the man.

Thanks to my wretched boss, after a long week of work and studying lines I was going to have to spend my one day off at Bulk Mart, and Sundays were the worst. It was free sample day and disgusting frozen foods would be sizzling in toaster ovens all over the store. People would be lined up, clogging the aisles, waiting to get their bite sized chunks of frozen burrito and pizza pocket. And all the while, I would be standing in my ugly smock, keeping the shelves straight and thinking about my big handsome neighbor making out with another woman in his luxury beach house.

They’d changed the locks on my door when they replaced it, but the new key was not a perfect match. I had to wiggle it a good minute before I could get it in. Then it was another annoying struggle to get it back out. This time it seemed the keyhole was not going to let go.

"Damn it." I shook the knob and yanked hard on the key. It was stuck. "Stupid, shitty lock." I smacked the door hard in anger.

Aidan's door swung open. He was wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. It was the first time I had seen him shirtless. My breath swept right up and out of my lungs.

"Did I hear someone say they needed help with their door? I'm very good at opening them."

I smiled, absurdly relieved that he hadn't gone to the beach house with someone else after all. "They did such a bang up job of replacing the door, I can't get my key out."

Aidan crossed the hall in two steps. Immediately, I was hyper aware of the warm heat coming off his half naked body. He was so big and so stunning, I had a hard time not gawking. His big arms flexed as he gripped the key and pulled it out. He handed it to me with a polite grin.

"I'm surprised to see you home alone on a Saturday night." I pressed my fingers against my mouth, and my gaze shot through the open door of his apartment. "Jeesh, that was presumptive. Maybe you aren't alone."

He leaned his arm up against the door jamb, highlighting the finely carved muscles of his arm and chest. There was something so erotic about his casual pose, with his arm above his head, I felt a rush of heat swirl through me.

"The truth of the matter is that I noticed a little too much dust in my apartment. I was hoping I'd run into a sweet little maid." He stared down at the lapels of my coat. His face grew hard as stone as he noticed the red marks on my neck.

Aidan dropped his arm. "Who did that to your neck?" It was silly, but I loved the protective tone he took with me.

I reached up and rubbed off some of the makeup, then showed him my red fingertips. "I was a strangling victim tonight. No bullet holes or blood this time."

"Bad light in this hall." He relaxed his massive shoulders and focused again on the coat. "If there is a sexy maid costume under that thing, I might just fucking lose my mind."

I felt a blush rise up in my cheeks as I tightened the coat around me. "There might be. Maybe I should get a closer look at this dust problem."

I pulled my door shut as he grabbed my free hand and led me across the hallway into his apartment. I walked to the kitchen table and put down my keys and purse.

I decided to tease him a bit longer with the bulky coat. I had on black high heels to go with the costume, and they seemed to be entertainment enough for him at the moment. His gaze was glued to my legs. I decided a little role play was just what he needed. I had lamented all day about him spending time at the beach house with another woman, and he'd been sitting here all evening waiting for me to get off work. That deserved more than a little thank you.

"Sir, exactly what chores need to be done?"

"Chores? Right." He'd decided to play along, but I sensed that most of his concentration had been evaporated by the notion of what was under the coat. "You know, I think there might be a lot of dust right over there on the little table."

I glanced toward the small table that held a lamp. It sat at the far side of the couch.

"I suppose I can take a look." I unbelted my coat and pushed the panels open wide enough to expose part of the costume. It had a lace up bodice over a white, low-cut chemise. The extremely short skirt was flouncy and sitting over several layers of petticoats. I was wearing my nicest pair of black lace panties, knowing full well that when the mystery guests discovered me draped over a chair, my underwear would be on display. My pink polka dot, brief style panties might have ruined the effect of the naughty maid's murder.

I pushed my coat off and could have sworn I heard Aidan mutter something to himself.

"What's that, sir? Do you not approve of my maid's uniform?" For the murder theater I had to play a coquettish maid, who was overly fond of the man of the house played by my coworker, Tim. It was a fun part to play, but with my new leading man, it was even more fun.

"Oh, I approve. In fact, I approve so much, I'm afraid if I move my feet toward you, I might end up ruining the uniform like I did your front door. Sometimes I don't know my own strength. Especially when my heart is pounding in my chest, making it hard for me to think clearly."

I rested a finger at the corner of my lips. "Why, sir, I'm not sure what you mean. Why don't I check on that dust." I climbed onto the couch and crawled toward the end table, making sure to give the petticoats a good shake. I knew my panties were on full display, and the thought of him staring at them made my pussy tingle.

Aidan moved amazingly fast and light for a man his size. I gasped as two large hands took hold of my hips. "Sorry, my hot little maid, but I didn't want you to fall off the couch in your attempt to dust my table." I could feel his jeans and the hard erection behind his fly pressing against my pussy.

"Screw the role play, Jane, I need you right fucking now." He flipped me around and with a gasp I landed on my back on the couch. He loomed over me, shirtless and looking almost feral with lust. "I'm thinking about you night and day, Jane. I could have gone away for the weekend, but I didn't want to leave the apartment. I wanted to be here, near you."

"I'm glad you stayed." I reached up and curled my hand around his neck. He lowered his mouth to mine.

He was so magnificently big and built, there just wasn't enough room for his long legs and big feet on the couch.

I kissed him and ran my finger along his chin. "Why don't you sit up and I'll climb onto your lap."

He pushed to his feet and gazed down at me with a heavy lidded stare as he unzipped his fly. He shoved his pants down. I pushed up to my elbows with a deep breath.

"Holy shit, I guess I should have guessed it, since everything else was oversized, but wow."

Aidan beamed down at me. "All for you, sweetie."

An involuntary shudder raced through me, and the vibrations it started ended up right between my legs. I sat up and reached for his cock. It was so thick and hot in my grasp, I shuddered again. "Do you have protection? If you say no, I might just sob in disappointment."

He reached into the end table and pulled out a condom.

"Well, that's convenient," I noted.

He shrugged. "I like to be prepared for any situation." He pushed his pants off and put on the condom. I reached up to untie the lace on the bodice.

"Not so fast, miss. Your work is not done."

He sat on the couch and pulled me over to straddle his lap. He pulled the lace crisscrossing the bodice, parting the two panels. Then he yanked the sheer chemise down below my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his head and held his mouth against my breasts. As I moved over his lap, his enormous cock pushed urgently against the crotch of my panties.

"Love this costume even more than the Monroe one," Aidan muttered against my skin.

His hands slipped past the layers of petticoats and found my panties. Before I could protest, he broke the thin strand of lace holding them on my hip.

"Those are my best pair."

"I'll buy you more."

I no longer had the strength or clear mind to complain about the ripped panties. Aidan's large hands swept over my ass and parted me so that my pussy was wide and ready. The air in the room cooled the moisture that had pooled there.

"I need you on my cock just like a silk pussy glove," he growled against the valley between my two breasts. Brock had always been nothing short of a caveman when we had sex, grunting an occasional syllable, always adding in the word fuck. Aidan, on the other hand, was a dirty talk expert. Every word he said seemed to float around the room and coast down between my legs, settling snuggly against my pussy.

I shifted up on my knees. I took hold of his face as he stared up at me, shifting his gaze from my face to my lips to my breasts and back again. As I leaned down and stroked his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, he positioned me over his erection. The slick, hot tip pushed against me. I took a deep breath to prepare. He was big, bigger than I had even imagined.

I stretched up and he kissed my breasts as I slid down over him.

"That's it, my beautiful Jane. Hold me tight with that amazing pussy."

I continued down the delicious journey, taking in inch after glorious inch of him. It seemed his cock would never end. I tangled my fingers in his hair as I held his face against me.

"Aidan," I said breathlessly. "I've never felt anything like this." It seemed he reached every spot, every secret untouched place.

His mouth covered my neck. My head lolled back as he kissed me. He was so big, I couldn't do anything but hold him inside of me and rock lightly over his lap. Then he met my body as he pushed up against me in a long, deep, sweeping motion until he touched something inside of me that sent off an explosion of sensations. I sucked in an audible breath.

"That's it, baby. Did I touch the magic spot?" he asked, his voice husky and deep.

"Yes," I whispered. "Fuck yes."

He repeated the motion, and his cock again pressed against a spot that sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

"Hold still, Jane. I'm going to take you right over the fucking edge."

I braced my hands against his chest as his hands still gripped my ass, splitting me wide to his penetration. The deep gliding motion of his hips nestled his cock against that magic spot again and again. I hadn't even felt the orgasm approach. It was as if that magic spot was like an on switch. Suddenly my body trembled and my pussy throbbed with ecstasy and still Aidan moved inside of me, each sweeping lift of his hips, perfectly measured and accurate, with no movement wasted.

"Fuck, Aidan," I cried as I held his head against me.

As the waves slowed, leaving me with a tantalizing ache between my legs, Aidan's thrusts were faster and harder. He was no longer working on precision. His strong hands held me over him. Again I braced my hands against his chest to keep from being shot straight up into the ceiling.

His cock was so massive that I felt all of him, every long inch. His grip tightened on my hips and his head dropped back against the couch. "Fuuuck," he groaned as he came.

As his body relaxed beneath me, I dropped against him, resting my head on his shoulder. His powerful arms tightened around me.

"I'm so glad you didn't go to the beach house. And I'm equally glad that I was a murder victim tonight."

He laughed quietly and tightened his hold on me. "You know what I think?"

"What's that? You should hire a maid?"

"Yeah, well that's a given." He ruffled his hands through the layers of tulle under the skirt of the costume. "But only if this is the uniform and only if the person inside said uniform is you."

"We could probably arrange that." I sat up and brushed some hair off his forehead. "As long as you don't actually expect me to clean anything. I'm a terrible housekeeper."

"No cleaning involved." He reached up and traced his callused fingertips around my nipples, stirring up some of the earlier tingling sensations. "Just you and this costume. No panties necessary." He leaned his head over and ran his hand along my calf. "And those high heeled shoes can stay too."

"Well, I can wear the shoes anytime, but the costume goes back to the Murder Mystery wardrobe department."

"Shit. Well, never mind. I'll have a few of them sewn up for you. And maybe one of those sequined gowns too. But no bullet hole. Kind of ruins the mood."

"Before this silly tangent, you were going to tell me what you think," I reminded him.

He leaned forward and kissed my breast. "Oh yeah, I got distracted by these." He kissed the second breast. The he looked up at me. "Why don't you call in sick tomorrow. We could still head down to the beach house and spend all day in bed. Or wherever the mood takes us."

I rubbed my fingertips on the beard stubble running along his jaw. "That sounds so tempting. I hate working on Sunday. All the samplers come, and they bring all their kids for taste testing. It's nuts."

He patted my thighs. "That's it then. Call in sick. Give a couple of good hacking coughs into the phone just to make it sound legit. Then we can pack up and head out to the coast first thing in the morning."

"I don't know. I was late a few times in the last week and my manager is a tyrant."

Aidan kissed the cleavage between my breasts, and he did it with such expertise that it immediately sent heat through my entire body. He sensed my reaction.

"Come on, my hot little Jane. Come with me. I want to have you in my arms like this all fucking day."

"How the hell is a girl supposed to turn that down? All right. I'll go."

I chirped in surprise as he smacked my bottom. "Awesome."