Page 14 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

I want this, I want him. And I want it all the time.

Everyday.

Forever.

And there’s something in his determined grip, the pressure of his hands and his body moving over mine that tells me he’s thinking the exact same thing.

I don’t feel like the maid anymore.

I feel like someone who Ben Slade wants to claim, as his own and as an equal.

The thought gives so much added excitement, I’m not sure if it’s just that or the rising climax which suddenly arrests my whole body.

His low growls of satisfaction tell me he wants me too, but I’m still not a hundred percent sure exactly what I’m supposed to even-

Oh, God.

“Ben! I’m gonna… I’m…” I stammer, and he grips me harder than ever, commanding me firmly before he covers all of me again with his mouth, which I feel start to quiver in time with the unstoppable waves of my first orgasm.

“Yes you are,” he murmurs. “Right into my mouth.”

My hands let go of his hair, gripping the sheets I was supposed to be making his bed with.

It feels like one of my eyes is open, while the other’s closed and the whole world seems to spin away from me as I feel something I never even thought humanly possible.

Feeling Ben lapping at my essence I shudder with pleasure, his strong hands working their way all over every inch he can reach. It’s just perfect.

He’s just perfect.

He makes me feel perfect.

His touch on me doesn’t stop, but gradually the intense waves subside and I shiver a breath in, tracing my fingers across his hair and shoulders before he brings his face up to meet mine again.

“You were saying?” he asks, a smug look in his eye as his cocked brow challenges me to tell him what I was thinking earlier, what I was trying to tell him.

And then it all comes flooding back, but nowhere near as intense as the waves of climax I’ve just ridden courtesy of Ben Slade.

I should be cleaning, doing my job. Not being pleasured by Ben Slade.

I sigh, still hearing the shiver in my voice as I stroke his face which is so close now I can feel its warmth on mine.

“I’m a virgin,” I whisper, closing my eyes, almost not wanting to open them in case that’s a bad thing.

Instead of rolling his eyes or pressuring me to go all the way, Ben Slade is the perfect gentleman.

My man, I hope.

He sighs loudly, smiling to himself.

Relieved.

“Is that good?” I ask, not sure exactly how I’m feeling about it.

“It’s perfect,” he whispers in my ear, nuzzling into me and I relax for what feels like the first time in my whole life.

“It is?” I ask blindly.

“Yeah. It means I’ll be your first and you’ll be only mine from now on. It’s just perfect. Like destiny,” he says, holding me extra tight as I struggle not to cry.

I never thought I could feel so much in one day, but Ben makes it more special than ever, just by being himself.

I want to tell him one more thing, okay maybe a hundred things, but I let it go for now.

Maybe too soon for that.

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he says softly, reading my mind, tracing his finger down my face before he kisses me again, letting me taste him and myself in one perfect moment.Chapter EightBenHaving Sophie come into not just my room, but into my life like this. It makes my mind up for me, about a lot of things.

I tell her I don’t want her cleaning anything anymore, from now on she’ll want for nothing.

She’s mine.

She looks at me, puzzled, then glances around the room. I have to admit, it does need tidying up.

I’m no neat freak, but I always keep things fairly tidy at home, but lately, with this case on my mind, going informant. I've had my head in some very dark clouds for days now.

Or is it weeks?

“I’ll just straighten up, it’s what they’re paying me for anyway,” she protests, easing herself out of bed, breaking the warmth we’ve created for ourselves there.

Taking a deep breath in, I see now how I could literally watch her all day.

Her thick legs quiver under her, still weak from her climax. Her heavy chest, her hair a little messy.

I feel my heart go.

She tries to rearrange her clothes, to look decent but I shake my head.

“No,” I command her tenderly. “Leave the top on if you must, but the skirts gotta go. Let me see your fine ass from every angle. If you have to clean, then let me watch you clean. Let me watch all of you,” I tell her, surprised at just how greedy I sound.

The sight of her taking her skirt off, adjusting those panties, and wearing just a thin white top, it’s a good thing I’m laying down because all the blood to keep my senses has filled the one place she has the biggest effect on in me.

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