Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 133

I Need An Heir

**ROMANY**

"Y-you d-did what?" I stammer, my breath freezing in my lungs as I roll my hips toward Mickey's in an almost mindless rhythm. "You sent people for my cousin?!" I can feel him throbbing in his slacks, the front of them so punched out that I'm in danger of coming ever time I notch my sex against it. His calloused hands are striped across the back of my ass, kneading and massaging and pinning me upside his girth.

Before my thoughts can arch too far to the side, I remind myself of my promise to Santos.

*Fuck! What will Santos think? What will he do when he realizes they're there?*

And suddenly I know without a doubt that Santos *will* realize it. The man doesn't miss much.

*Will he think that I asked for help? That I, perhaps, told Mickey?*

*Or will he know better than that in the way he always seems to?*

"He has spies here," I whisper before I can stop myself, my mouth almost panting the words as I writhe forward and take Mickey's earlobe between my teeth. The moment my incisors prick his flesh I swirl my touch around it, sucking it behind my lips.

"Fuuuuck... Doll," Mickey groans. The long mane of my hair cascades around his face as his hands squeeze more greedily, stroking up over my hips and then down again. "I'm not even going to ask you how you know that," Mickey mumbles. Biting down on another groan, he suddenly shouts, "Stop the car! Stop it right here!"

the tiniest fraction of a second, I let fear rule me and pause in my dance above him, lifting my head away from his face and propping up on

him off? Is he going to

recognize the stone walkway as the one that leads toward the pool deck. Toward his *private suite* and its *private patio* entrance. My eyes lower

but a glowing outline, an emerald halo around the blackest pupils I've ever seen. Like a perfectly still pond, they

*Me. Just... me.*

airport and pick up Miss Romano. I want

the hell is

super sexy," he whispers, leaning his head back for a moment so he can smirk up at me. His arms slide under my ass as he unlatches the back passenger door

he steps outside the vehicle with me still in his arms. "I..." My words trail off as the SUV speeds away and a soft breeze flutters beneath my thighs. He begins to walk me toward the back of the mansion as easily as if he were carrying

wrap my legs more tightly around him, as

my sex all over you, you

my gaze narrows. "My answer *is yes*, you asshole! But that doesn't mean I *want*

her on the first floor?" He teases with a knowing smirk.

fucking not!"

easily before carrying me inside and locking the doors behind us "-she is not my fiancée. You

stare at him, my breath catching as my gaze wanders over his boyishly

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