Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

FYI

**ROMANY**

"Did I..." I was shocked. The way he was looking at me was curling around my heart and making me feel all kinds of guilt. *Yes, I did kiss them. And yes, I did like it.* Instead of answering his question I clamped my eyes shut and turned my face toward his bare forearms. His hands were still fisted in my hair so I was able to press my lips on the smooth decadence of his flexed muscles.

"Angel," he whispered, his arm trembling against my mouth. His left hand released my scalp and stroked over the side of my face. Grabbing my jaw in his hand, he leaned forward and spoke in my ear. "You deserve to be punished for what you've done. Wouldn't you agree?"

My core pulsed with heat between my legs and I released a whimpering moan, nodding my head as best I could in his grip.

Alex snarled, "That's right, you do."

In a flash of movement, Alex reached beneath my body, turning me onto my stomach and bending me over his desk. Kicking my legs apart, he grabbed the flimsy sleeves of my dress and dragged them downward until the garment puddled at my feet. The phone in my pocket hit with a dull thud and a glance at the grandfather clock told me I was already down to thirty minutes.

*Shit. This has to happen faster.*

the black bikini I still wore. "This time is for my pleasure, not yours," he growled out, shoving my bikini bottoms to the side and plunging two fingers into my wet channel. "Fuck, angel," he whispered, removing his fingers to grasp one globe of my ass, greedily. "The day you stop

desire in me that could be felt dripping down my thighs. *Damn it. Maybe I am severely fucked up, but I love it when he talks to me that way.* The sound of his belt coming undone and his zipper sliding down, activated a frenzy of need just behind my clit. My arms shot forward to grip the end of the table just as I felt the head of his shaft nestle itself between my folds. Sucking in a deep

yell, grimacing against

of me. My pussy was overstimulated, running hot against the speed of his thrusts. I could feel my internal muscles fighting against his attack, desperately

I almost forgot how thick his cock is. *Jesus

polished floors beneath. His hand on my face didn't stray, but the other was locked onto my hip, pulling me backward so that each penetration went a little deeper than the last. I was quick to realize that nothing could have prepared

fucking tight, angel. So wet," he whispered harshly. "This pussy belongs to me. It's mine

ashes with the force of a volcano. My vision flashed, my body quivering and my legs shaking. The jarring impact of his punishing hips only served to highlight my pleasure. As my muscles locked onto his dick, I felt him spasm, shooting his seed toward the back of my womb. His movements quickened with intensity and he began to groan, his hips jerking against me as he came. But he continued pounding into my core until

moving and collapsed over my back. My chest was heaving and he

of my lips and said groggily, "God,

a tumble down the mountain, but a quick glance at the clock had me shouldering through it. After readjusting my bikini, I bent down to pull up my dress and then turned around to face

with his hair mussed up and his semi-hard cock on full display. He looked so incredibly sexy that for a moment I almost forgot I was on a time schedule and nearly stepped toward him. He made me want to straddle him and stoke the ferocious fire in his gaze. He was eyeing me up like he might want to go another round, so before he could reach for