Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Angels began to sing...

**ROMANY**

I felt the bed dip next to me. My face was turned toward the opposite wall, so I wasn't able to peek. I thought I heard someone sigh, but I couldn't be sure. I wasn't completely aware yet, so I decided to wait it out.

Sure enough, someone shifted on the bed behind me, shaking the entire thing with their weight. I didn't know what they intended but whatever it was it couldn't be good. Soon, I felt the person scoot closer to my back, felt the radiating heat of that someone's body against my own. *Shit.* I braced myself for what might come next.

A large warm hand closed over the outside of my leg then stroked slowly and steadily up over my hip. My heart stuttered, battering against my chest, but I remained still. The hand began to squeeze gently, rubbing soothing circles over my bare arms on the outside of the blanket. The fingers were slightly calloused, the palm large and commanding. It was obvious it was a man. But who?

When the palm stroked heavily over my shoulder and then down my exposed back, I couldn't help but shiver. As the hand slid over my arm again, the naughty thing slipped *under* the blanket and onto my naked hip. It froze there for a second before ever so gently sliding over one naked ass cheek and causing me to arch my back reflexively. The person behind the hand groaned softly, before stroking up and down my back in a soothing exploration of flesh. It was about time that I 'woke up' and removed this guy's balls, but the stroking he was giving me felt *too* good.

The man shifted closer, his hand traipsing down over my ass again, this time all the way under the cleft. He began to knead and squeeze and circle my flesh, causing my cheeks to spread a bit with every pass of his hand. He sighed heavily and I felt his breath on my neck. His hand began to wander more heavily, no longer stroking as lightly as before, his fingers starting to spread out and caress. I felt a warm, full mouth kissing softly over my shoulder and I nearly panicked. *How dark is it in here?*

I gasped, my eyes shooting open as I flipped onto my back, pulling the blanket up with me to cover my chest. I was only half shocked when I saw who it was. The offhand thought that *I should have known it was him the moment he started stroking my ass* screamed into my brain as I stared at him.

"Damien," I whispered.

He was laying on his side, on the top of the covers, one arm propped over the tops of the pillows and the other stretched toward me. It took a moment for my brain to process the other, more important, super clitoric detail, but when I did I was forced to cross my legs. The man was shirtless and his thorns and vines were everywhere. *I could eat every single meal off those abs for the rest of my life and never ever be full.*

smile. The lust in his eyes still burned white hot as his gaze seemed to pass over every

for him to notice. "I am," I confirmed. "I was alone when

propped above me with one heavy leg slightly stretched over the top of mine. The intensity of which his muscles were cut across his body held me riveted. Every little move he made - whether it was to wiggle his fingers, or twist his hips - set off a riot of muscles that flexed and contracted with lethal fluidity. The thorny vines that wrapped up his arms, continued over his shoulders, then across the back of his neck, and finally down his chest to cross over his abs. Each and every time he breathed I watched them

on the balcony door," he whispered, reaching under my back to drag me into the middle

were his muscles. He probably climbed up

couldn't move. With his chest hovering just a few inches above my own, the need to touch him was starting to overpower me and I could feel my body responding in every little

his right hand stroke over the cinch of my waistline

am I

I was savagely dry humped

any good that could come from telling him the truth just now. Never mind the fact that I'm still feeling pretty stupid about the whole thing and if *no one* should ever find out, well then, so be it. Besides, like

even closer. "I needed to

shit, oh shit. His beautiful ass is going

keep him back, but the moment I touched

hips into me as he reached up and fisted both

fell open with a moan, the slight sting of my scalp, pure ecstasy as he dipped his head down and his mouth

no, oh no! Not the neck,