Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

The harder Mickey pounds into me, the higher I climb toward my climax and the less time I have to think about what he just said before pleasure explodes across my body in waves.

The moan of ecstasy that skates past my lips has Mickey freezing inside of me and then dipping forward as my pussy pulses around him. The slight movent drives a bit of a whimper from me as I slide down from the height of my climax.

"You feel too good," Mickey growls, his head next to my ear as he pauses in his thrusts to grind himself as deep as he can inside of me. "You moan like that again and I'm going to come. I want this to last." Lifting his head just barely, he says, "Fuck - I love the way you sound when I'm this deep"

I'm practically folded in half beneath him as his lips trail from my ears to my breasts, open mouthed kisses and sharp nips from his teeth trekking across my flesh while I shudder. Gyrating my hips against him, I hunt for another release, despite that he is trying to prolong his pleasure.

He chuckles, "Stop moving, Doll. Please... fuck!"

My eyes catch on his chest, on the perfectly bronzed flesh of his pectorals, on the way they expand and contract when I tighten my insides around him.

"Holy shit, you are going to kill me, baby," he hisses, gritting his teeth as he works to control his release.

"Mickey, I want more," I moan, flexing my wrists in his hands in a fight to reach out and stroke him. He is so sexy like this, his exquisitely honed body has never looked better and I'm dying to drag my nails over the grooves of his muscles. "Let me touch you. Please..."

Releasing my wrists with a surrendering groan, his hands fist inside of my hair and his tongue swirls around one nipple before it slices toward my throat and he latches on, marking me in such a way that has me gasping for air. Immediately, I palm his powerful shoulders then drag my hands over the pulse of his biceps. He trembles beneath my touch, lifting his head to stare down at me with green fire in his eyes.

Mickey whispers, "I know if I asked you to leave here today - to disappear with me - you would say no. But understand me when I tell you-" his eyes search mine as he begins to pump in and out of me once again "-there's nowhere you can go that I won't follow. If you leave here without me, I will hunt you down and steal you from whatever life you have found. There's no future for you that doesn't have me in it. I will stalk you for the rest of my life if I have to."

"I'm counting on it," I breathe, right before his lips cover mine and he steals my breath away.

I scream into his mouth as a sudden burst of pleasure finds me and Mickey's thrusts become unforgivingly powerful, his hips pistoning into mine until they feel bruised and ragged. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth in tandem with his punishing strokes and it only serves to heighten my pleasure. Then, his eyes close as he rears up and my nails dig deep into his skin, hooking the muscles of his arms as flames roar across my flesh. When I feel the white hot seed that is his promise release deep within my womb, I whimper, tilting my hips to take him as far back as he will go as my pussy spasms around him. It feels like a bolt of electricity jolts from my tailbone and I feel the depth of him like a swelling against my spine. Collapsing on top of me in a heap, he finally releases my legs so that they can wither on each side of him, traumatically over stretched, yet amazingly languid at the same time.

*Fuck... he may have just officially disturbed my walk.*

*Like... my hips might need a realignment or something.*

*Just call me Bowl Legged Betty from now on.*

I stroke his back as he pants against my lips, my fingers caressing each and every groove of him, committing him to memory.noveldrama

When he finally rolls to the side of me, he collects my body against his and draws the blankets around us, nuzzling his head into the side of my neck before nipping my earlobe. "I know you've been keeping secrets, Doll. I don't know what they are... but I want you to understand that there is nothing you couldn't admit to me. I wouln't give a fuck if you were a double agent for the FBI, I'd still be in love with you. You can always feel safe with me."

*God, I hope that's true.*

*And I love you too, Mickey.*

Of course I don't say the words out loud, because after this afternoon, he won't hear them. Instead, I catch his beautifully brilliant gaze in mine and say, "I know."

A sudden pounding on the door in the other room has me flinching back against the pillows and Mickey leaping naked from the bed. "Who the fuck is it?" he shouts, grabbing nothing but his gun as he heads into the sitting room beyond and then toward the entrance to his suite.

I bite my lip, watching the wink of his ass muscles the whole way.

*Jesus... he is ridiculously cut.*

*I feel like that ass of his could whisk eggs.*

Just the memory of the way he rotates his hips as he strokes has my pussy melting against the sheets *again.*

*I could do worse. For sure.*

Whoever is at the door has Mickey cursing and shuffling his hands through his hair, so I inch up into a sitting position and then crawl toward the foot of the bed to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, by the time I get there he's slamming the door shut as stalking back toward the bedroom with someone's phone in one hand and his gun in the other.

Mickey's dick is still at half mast by the time he notices me on all fours at the edge of the bed and the way his eyes light up and his body freezes has heat trickling between my thighs.

"Fuck you are beautiful," he declares, clenching his jaw as his gaze roves over my form and his dick rocks up. "I wish I had more time, but unfortunately I have to head out with my cousin. There's some unforeseen problem at his newly acquired club." As he studies me, I get the distinct feeling he's holding something back. Like he wants to ask me a question, but just can't get it past his lips. "Here," he says, tossing the phone in his hand onto the bed in front of me. "Alex says to let you know that he charged this

for you." He quirks an eyebrow. "According to him, the damn thing just kept going off."

My forehead wrinkles as I turn my attention to the device.

*Oh shit.*

*That's not just someone's phone.*

*That's my phone.*