Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Your Dragons

**ROMANY**

In the back of the limo all was quiet. I sat as far away from Tiny as I could get. Anger burned inside of me, I took his refusal to stop Mickey as a personal affront. I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Taking the word 'no' as a personal insult. *Who the fuck was I turning into?*

*Jesus. What is with me these days?*

I shouldn't be angry at Tiny, he was only doing his job. Mickey is his boss.

Besides, what did I expect Tiny to do? Pick Mickey up and sling him over his shoulders like a caveman? Then carry him off into the night for his own good? Ha! If he had, I'm fairly certain Tiny would have been the next one Mickey murdered. "I'm sorry," I heard Tiny say on my left.

Turning to face him, my body tingles with awareness. He's just *so* big. Even though I've crammed myself as far as I could get away from him, he's still close enough that I could touch him if I wanted to. Two of him would *barely* fit in the massive backseat of this limousine. Watching his hands open and shut as he clenches them into fists along the delicious muscles of his thighs, concocts an image in my head.

*I want those hands on me. I want them clutching my hips while I ride him into heaven.*

The way his knuckles look inked with what looks like a dragon's tail is a serious turn on. I mean, this man is so damn pretty, I may develop a serious need for him to fuck me in front of a mirror. I want his dragons on me. All over me. And the longer I stare at him, the hotter it's getting in this goddamned car.

The limo stopped at a busy streetlight and a peek outside told me we were now in the heart of Downtown Eastside.

is the penthouse?" I rasped, already edging closer to him as liquid fire dripped from my core. "How much longer until

out at the congested traffic along the city streets. "With the traffic the way it is, ten minutes." Tiny inhaled a deep breath, then turned to face me. "Why? Are you hungry?" His dark chocolate colored eyes appeared defeated as he searched my face, though

I admitted, nodding.

seatrest then closed his eyes as said, "I blew my only chance at you. Didn't

could make a list right now of all the things I would

watched his chest rise and fall in disappointment, as

him, "is that all that's

open and he turned his head to stare at me. "No," he answered seriously and the limo finally started moving again. "There are more than a few things bothering me, but out of all of them, that *might* be at the top of the list." The spingy brown curls on the top of his head make him look *so* young and *so* handsome, I want to touch them and it's almost too hard to resist. "I'm not a boss. I'm just a captain. There are a lot of things I've wanted to do for you since I met you, that I'm just not in the position to do." His gaze lowered, locking on the lower lip I was presently chewing on. "I get that you like men that are a little older. Men that have

I pointed out almost bursting into giggles. "You think you don't have power? Is

me, his head still stretched back

his shirt. "But you do, though," I said throatily, taking off my heels to pull my knees up underneath me and turn my body in my seat. "You have more power than I've seen in any of them." My eyes wandered over the buttons of his shirt, my fingers itching to reach over and undo every one

instance," he began, watching me carefully as I inched closer and closer to him on the seat. "*If* I wanted to

gasped, only half listening until he said that part. My eyes narrowed. "Are you saying that if I wanted to fuck you"-he groaned-"*right* now, and I mean *right now* - like climb on top of

didn't answer me. "It wouldn't mean that I didn't want to,"

could hardly contain

of the dragon's scales over the top of his forearm were swelling and rolling, bringing the tattoo to life on his flesh, beckoning me, *begging* me to touch them. To *explore* each and every one of them. After one last glance outside to confirm that we were still in