Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Your Maid

**ROMANY** "With you..." I murmur, my back going rigid when I feel Alex's fingers tracing up the back of my exposed leg, stopping to stroke the skin just beneath my ass.

"Yes," Alex hisses, and I feel his breath skate over my shoulder as his other hand joins the first in stroking the other side. "You should have been in here *last* night. If I had known where you intended to go, I would have stopped you *then.*" His hands stroke around to the front of my shorts, then up and over them to caress the skin of my exposed stomach. A shiver rides through me at the unexpected gentleness. The way he's touching me is almost romantic. I've never known Alex to be this soft, not ever. Not at all. Unless you count the one time the cops raided. The morning of the night that he *sold* me to those bastard associates of his. He was gentle with me that morning and as I recall, I was similarly surprised. But later that night...he treated me like a whore.

*He would do it again for the right price.*

"Why should I have been in here?" I snap suddenly, stepping away from him. I'm surprised when he doesn't follow me, so I turn around. What I see takes my breath away.

His dark green eyes are filled with something like longing and his jaw is set behind a slight frown. The moment he notices me looking, his eyes flare bright with anger and he shakes all previous emotion from his face. One glance downward tells me he's hard as a rock, his thick and powerful girth giving rise to his towel and I hate that my mouth waters for him.

"You should have been in *here* because it is the safest place for you and because *you* are *my maid.* Not Damien's *girlfriend* as my new secretary seems to think."

"Your maid," I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Okay, thanks for clarifying exactly why I *shouldn't* be in here *with you.* I think I can brave a little blood stain. In fact," I say with a finger to my chin, "I might even like seeing this one."

I stomp toward the doors, in a rush now since there are only ten minutes before breakfast, but before I can get them unlocked Alex is behind me, caging me in between his gorgeously toned arms. "Do you like these little games you play, trying to make me lose control? Hmm? Do you have any idea how dangerous they are? What I might do if I decide you need a tighter leash?"

"I'm hungry, Alex," I snap. "I only came here to see if I could use your shower, not to fight with you. I've had enough bickering this morning."

He chuckles darkly and I feel his teeth nip at my shoulder. "Are you suggesting that I extend the breakfast hour for the day?" he whispers, pushing into me from behind and grinding his erection into my back.

I growl, "Not if I have to fuck you for it."

He stiffens, freezing with his mouth on the skin of my neck and I suddenly wish I could take the words back. The last time we were together in his office flashes through my mind. The angry, punishing sex that was hot as hell, but that I basically agreed to just to appease him and save Simone's job..

I think I

from the wall. "Fine," he snarls, pushing

*Damn it.*

"Alex-"

he shouts, causing the

and he heads straight down the hall before I can say anything that might save what I've just corrupted with my thoughtless words. Now I'm frozen in place, a strange burning pain aching in

that I enjoy being with him.

it sound like a

*Like a punishment.*

*Or...a bribe.*

of his bedroom door slamming drags me back down to earth and instead

stupid, Ro. This is dumb. Alex doesn't have feelings.

door, I don't hesitate, just throw it open and step inside, slamming it behind me

me and his towel on the floor. The taut muscles of his deeply tanned ass are like magnets for my eyes and of course my gaze goes right to them. The winding trail of glorious, sinewy flesh that ripples and flexes up his back with his every breath holds me mesmerized for a moment, not knowing what to do or say. My fingers itch to touch him. I want to taste him again, the way I did that night, but without the doped up haze. I want to savor every little groan of pleasure I steal from him

want to. Fuck yes

asks, his voice lower than usual. "No one simply barges into

the breakfast hour is when the maids clean the

*But why?*

misses Stella and sleeping so close to

and I shake it off, glaring at his back. "I'm taking a shower. Call your kitchen staff and have

bathroom and shut myself inside. I think I hear him curse me as I get undressed, but I don't let it bother me. One thing I know about Alex, is that if he didn't want me in here, I *wouldn't* be in here.