The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

Morning Exercise

Whoa! Whoa! What the hell is that? I felt something long and hard touching my backside. In my blissful sleep, my innate curious nature was still at full play. So, without even opening my eyes, my hand searched for that long, hard object.

And found it. Slightly fleshy. Slightly long. Slightly hard. It reminded me of…

“You sure like touching my dick, Jay!” A deep growl resounded in my ear.

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Boss’ banana.

My eyes popped open faster than a soda pop.

“Boss, you’re naked?” I screeched, when the awareness settled in.

“Yeah. Now come here.”

I bolted out of bed right before he grabbed me. And I almost succeeded in escaping, until my foot got tangled with the bedsheet, and I went careening over the bed, bum tumbling over backward.

Now I lay on the floor, eyes filled with only Giovanni’s captivating face. His midnight eyes flashed across my face and body, searching for signs of injuries, and when he didn’t see any, he tossed his head to the side, smirking at me.

“You sure pack a punch early in the morning, Jay. Now get up. Time for morning exercise.”

“Morning exercise!” I scooted over backward, dragging the white bedsheet along with me, until Giovanni lay in nothing but his birthday suit.

My gosh! I almost had a nosebleed. His alluring aura was too much for my young eyes.

“I kindly decline the invitation, Boss,” I refused outright, spewing out random reasons to justify my answer. “Never been a fan of morning exercises. Plus, it’s only six in the morning. Too tired to exercise. So, if you don’t mind, I’d rather get back to-”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence before Giovanni dragged me from the floor, tossing me onto the bed and yanking the white bedsheet off me.

He pinned me beneath him. He roared and laughed, his black hair falling back in waves over his head. I was trapped under this alluring beast.

At that moment, a tingling sensation settled in my belly, and I had this itchy need to feel my fingers running through his long black hair. The feeling was so strong I bit my lip and just watched him through my lashes.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve been holding it in?” He grinned, flashing pearly white teeth.

“Holding what in?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

I was smart enough to know what he was talking about. I wasn’t a prude in the world of lovemaking, even when I wasn’t a participant. It was just recently that I’d had my fair share of participating in this activity.

Not that I’d any say in it. This mafia boss, the man I’d now agreed to be his lover, had decided all the rules. Whenever the need came for him to ravish me, he surely did it. As for me, I just went along for the ride.

“Boss, isn’t it a bit too early to exercise?” I put in my opinion again.

“No excuses, Jay. Exercise is good for the body. Especially this early in the morning,” he said. “Now, what do you want to do first? Stretches? Or shall we get straight to the hard-core exercise?”

Giovanni was speaking in codes. Stretches were foreplay. Hard-core exercise was straight to sex.

“No. No stretches.” I shook my head. And a satisfied grin spread across his face.

Oh crap! Why did I say no stretches? I was just playing into his hands. Now he was already kissing me.

“Okay, stretches first. Please, stretches first,” I quickly shouted before he did anything more than kissing.

“You’ve made the right choice, Jay. I’m sure you’ll enjoy our exercise session this morning,” he remarked. “Would you like to participate?”

“No. I’ll just be a spectator,” I mumbled, surrendering myself completely.

“Wise choice. Watch and learn, for now. Later, I’ll ask for your cooperation.”

And this sealed our deal. I closed my eyes and concentrated only on this feeling, this heightening, tingling feeling that refused to dissipate until Giovanni and I’d had joined. And soon, time had morphed into one long continuum. I didn’t know when one climax ended and the next one started, until I lost myself completely, lost in his ever-loving embrace.