Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Maybe if I...

**ROMANY**

I watched Alex as he stepped toward the door to leave, panting against the wall as my mind scrambled to come up with a way to soothe him. Maybe if I did something to make it up to him. Or, behaved like the robotic slave that he wanted me to be for the rest of the day, he would reconsider my... punishment. Without knowing exactly what it was he had planned for me, I wasn't even sure if I should be afraid or... if I should be excited.

My neck felt a bit raw and heated from his kisses just now, and a ravenous ache pulsed between my folds. I whimpered, pressing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes against the steady thrum in my clit. "Wait!" I said breathlessly. Only opening my eyes when I heard Alex sigh angrily. His back was to me, his hand on the door handle, white knuckled and flexing. "Alex," I beconned, in a half-moan.

His body stiffened at the sound of my voice and he chuckled darkly. The sound of it, so low, I could barely hear it at all. When his fingers slid from the glinting brass of the handle, I watched him shake his head as he began to remove his jacket. The wanton siren that I had buried inside of me, began to sing with the promise of victory as wetness coated my mound. Before Alex could even turn around, I had lifted the hem of my sweatshirt and discarded it. It dropped to the floor with a silent whisper, leaving me in only my bra and my old tattered jeans.

The smirk that was stretched across Alex's arrogant face as he confidently spun back around, stuttered and melted against the sudden fire in his emerald gaze. His jaw clenched, the delicious outline of his muscles swelling beneath his crisp white shirt. He shook his head at me, as if to tell me, *'I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work**. But I wanted it to, and I refused to back down now that I had started. Despite that he had yet to take a step toward me, I could see the absolute yearning in the black of his gaze. The bra that I was wearing was just a smidgen too tight, and barely contained the nipples of my round double Ds.

"Alex," I said again, pushing off the wall gently as I began to unbutton my jeans.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes glued to my fingers as I began to slide the soft denim of my pants over the wide curves of my hips. Sliding out of my sneakers, I pushed my pants down to the ground and stepped out of them. I walked slowly toward the front of his desk, feeling the violent storm within his eyes track me the entire way. Turning around to face him, I leaned back against the heavy oak surface and waited.

fisting as he glared at me. "You..." he trailed off as I

don't get me wrong, but the arousal that fired my blood each time that Alex exerted his dominance over me was like a drug. A high that I had been careful thus far, not to indulge in. It was

feet in anger, I began to feel pretty dumb. *How stupid of me to try something like this. This isn't me! I've never seen myself as a seductress. What the hell was I even thinking?* I sighed, straightening up and taking a

dare fucking move," he hissed suddenly, his eyes flashing

froze, crossing my arms over myself protectively as he stalked

through clenched teeth, reaching up to begin unbuttoning his shirt-"that if you give me what I want"-he paused, flexing his

me, snatching my chin in his hand as his shirt fell open to reveal the heavily muscled planes of his torso. He stared down into my eyes, towering over me as he glared. "Do not fucking lie to me,"

as even more heat pooled between my legs. "It's not a bribe," I

thing that I want... the only thing you could offer me to change your fate... is

his powerfully developed arms and the massively toned expanse of his chest. I wanted to touch him. I *ached* to

hands. "You think you can fool me," he stated. "You think you can bat those wicked blue eyes of yours in my direction and I will suddenly believe that you actually desire me," he growled, and my brows furrowed. *What?* "You can't

him, my chest heaving as I shook my