Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Policy

**ROMANY**

"Wake up, baby... somebody needs your attention."

I'm ripped from the confines of an exceptionally pleasing dream by a voice that not only stirs my core and heats its center, but stokes its fire as well. Even though my clit is now thrumming with anticipation and hungering with the promise of a morning orgasm, I refuse to get up. I like my sleep and for some reason my bed is so much comfier this morning.

"Nuh-uh," I croak with a juvenile shake of my head. My body is *way* too satisfied, and relaxed, so it refuses to come to life just yet. I just won't do it.

"Come on, do you have any idea what it's like to wake up with you pressed up against me? Your sweet ass in my hands and your nipples stabbing into my chest? It's torture. Now you wake up or you're going to regret it." *Damien. That's who that is. A shame that I wasn't sure who he was until just now.*

"No," I whisper, snuggling deeper into the heat of Damien's embrace. "And if you move me at all, I will hate you for the rest of my life."

"Ahhh," Damien coos, with a chuckle before he pulls me further into his embrace. "It's almost time for breakfast and I know how much you love to eat. If you don't get up soon the only thing you'll get before lunchtime is what's waiting between my legs."

*Shit. He's right. I hate to miss breakfast.*

"What time is it?" I mumble, dragging my knee up over his muscular thigh until I reach the base of his erection. His body tightens in response, every muscle contracting seductively. Smiling wickedly with my eyes still closed, I straighten my leg and stretch it across him with a moan, murmuring in my half sleep daze, pretending I'm falling back to sleep and not at all turned on. The thick steel of his shaft is hot beneath the weight of my leg, so I stroke a bit higher until it begins to pulsate and twitch.

Damien hisses, bucking upward as his hands curl into my flesh, his grip tightening over the back of my ass and the side of my hip. "Oh baby," he rasps. "It's eight in the morning and if you don't fucking ride me right now I'm going to have to pay a visit to the secretary."

My eyes pop open.

*What the fuck did this idiot say?*

the large blackout shades hanging over his windows, but the screensaver backdrop on his flatscreen t.v. emits just enough light to illuminate the space around us. The digital clock displays that it's five after eight in the morning. That only gives me about fifteen minutes to teach him a

and when I hear him groan as his dick swells impossibly thick against my leg - I pop up and turn it. My right knee goes into his balls, pressing into his groin as I give it all my weight and when he jerks upright, his face a mask of pain, I punch him in the

himself into a ball on the corner of his mattress, he faces me. Eyes bulging, he still manages

what could have been a very nice morning for you Dreamboat!" *Yay! My voice is back! I get to scream if

baby," he chokes out, moaning in pain when

bitch that you *say* means nothing. Just the fact that you *used* her as part

reaches for me and I sidestep his hands. "Romany!

I snap. "No, you're not sorry. But

as I saunter toward the closet, I collect my outfits I

you going?" Damien snaps, leaping from the

touch me right now, it will be the

Shaking his head at me, his jaw tight with fury, he hisses, "Please babygirl. Don't do it. I said something

eyes! Don't look below his eyes! Be strong! Do not look below his

look at

to give him my back before I race for the front door of his suite. I snarl, "You should have just let me sleep." He says nothing as I exit his room and stomp toward the front door, collecting my phone from the living room in the process. Something shatters against the wall behind me and I *almost*

*Am I overreacting? Probably.*

that skinny little

he was just playing or not, he definitely picked

to say no to him,

to be mad, right?

Now what? I need a

without Alex or Damien to escort me - I dive for it the moment the doors open. The damn thing is empty, which is mildly concerning, being as how elevators generally need an operator, but I shake off that little piece of wisdom and concentrate on