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?*

to illuminate the space around us. The digital clock displays that it's five after eight in the morning. That only

body, I stretch as if I'm getting ready to give him exactly what he asked for. I push my ass out and against his hand, my breasts harder into his chest, rotate my neck a bit, 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,

air to say because in the next instant I launch off of the bed and using his erection as a handrail. His breath wheezes out of him as he keels over. Rolling himself into a ball on the corner of his mattress, he faces me. Eyes bulging, he still manages to check me out while I pace angrily on his side of the bed. The boxer briefs that I'm still wearing make my ass look insanely hot and I use that to my advantage by turning my back on him to spit fire throughout

for you Dreamboat!" *Yay! My voice is

he chokes out, moaning in pain when I

with that skinny bitch that you *say* means nothing. Just the fact that you *used* her as part of your morning speech tells me that she's

She's not!" Damien growls, wincing when he reaches for me and

you're not sorry.

saunter toward the closet, I collect my outfits I brought in with me last night and head

Damien snaps, leaping from the bed naked

"If you touch me right now, it will be

on full display and his intricate tattoos shifting while his muscles flex in anger. Shaking his head at me, his jaw tight with fury, he hisses,

below his eyes! Be strong! Do not look

not look

in my ears. "It was the wrong damn thing to say," I snap, then I spin around 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* stop just to see what he broke, but that's what he wants me to do, so I don't. Instead, I ignore it and bounce out into the hallway, slamming his door as hard as I possibly can. Hopefully hard enough to

*Am I overreacting? Probably.*

that skinny little skank?

whether he was just playing or not, he definitely picked the wrong

allowed to say no

to be mad,

Now what?

end of the hallway, signaling that it's about to open. For a moment, I hesitate, freezing at the crossroads with my eyes on the stairway and my ear to the hall. Although I know that I'm not supposed to use the elevator 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 hitting the third floor button as many times as