Page 20 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

Once outside her own apartment, we both hear heavy footfalls coming up one, so we take the other, down to the garage basement.

In what seems like seconds, she’s peeled the cover off, started the car, and then slowly driven out into the empty street, not hitting the headlights until we’re well clear before she opens the throttle and winds the window down.

The cool evening air fills the musty interior, catching her hair and making me shake my head in wonder yet again.

“There’s a Prius is in my spot back there,” she says, thumbing absently behind herself.

“This car’s only supposed to be driven by my dad, so I think we’ll be safe,” she adds.

Unless we get pulled over.

“Where to?” she asks as I feel a total moment of indecision.

For all my plans and case building against the crime families, especially the De Falco’s, I know my own house would be the dumbest place. But the safe house, and even Sophie’s have turned out to be too dangerous as well.

I shrug, trying to think but Sophie’s grin as she pumps the clutch and takes it up a gear tells me she has an idea.

That she has more than a car and the body I crave up her sleeve.

“Daddy’s car… daddy’s house,” she smiles knowingly.

“Who’s gonna hit a cop’s house?” she asks, making me half-smile as I check the mirrors.

Sure it’s a place to go, for now.

But I know plenty of people, whole families of them, who wouldn’t hesitate to hit a cop’s house.

Or his little girl and her older boyfriend either, for that matter.

But seeing her, driving so wild and free. The look of abandon and excitement in her eyes, makes me think this might be the first time Sophie’s done a lot of things today and it makes me want her even more than ever.

I’ve taken plenty of chances to get this far.

What’s a few more to keep her close, to make my case complete? To claim her properly as well.

“And just where is your dad?” I hear myself ask, trying to pre-empt the next set of obstacles, even in my own plans with her alone.

“Conference. Reno, Nevada, Two weeks,” she beams, and I feel myself easing back into the passenger seat as the car surges forward again.

My dick starting to lengthen as I relax and look over at her face, lit up from the dash.Chapter ElevenSophieI don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner, but then again I never expected Ben Slade to climb in through my window.

But I’m so glad he did.

He came for me.

For me!

Every doubt, every scrap of negative feeling I’ve had is gone the moment his arms are around me again, his lips pressing against mine and our hands targeting right where they belong.

I’m not fumbling.

I’m not trying and neither is he.

He’s not a schoolboy with a wet dream, he’s a real man and he has a body and a cock to match. He’s a professional, a man who knows what he wants and I can’t wait another minute for him to give it all to me.

If I was me. Visiting from the past, I’d tell me I’ve changed.

Changed in one single day?

You bet.

It’s incredible the transformation that can occur when someone has a real man’s face between her legs, and then the thought of his member in the same place not so long afterward.

I feel… transformed, and shedding so many of my previous inhibitions, plus the gravity of our situation, I think of it.

Our way out.

There’s dad’s vintage car in the garage. I start it once every few days and keep it gassed up, maintained with the mechanic. He pays the receipts every month, plus a little extra.

I guess it’s his way of making me feel responsible.

He never wanted me to move into a place of my own, but once he saw how miserable I was after college, he caved in, giving me a year to find my own way until he brought me home again if needed.

I thought I’d never come back, but pulling into the dark driveway with the automatic roll-up security door under the house.

I’ve never felt so safe to be home.

And having Ben at my side only makes me feel safer.

Stronger.

And way hornier then if I was just by myself.

My goodness! What this man does to me and my mind.

I feel sixteen again, letting myself in like a latchkey kid, but this time the keys are in the glove box and I’m no kid anymore.

Ben’s eyes are only reflecting the feeling I’m broadcasting.

It’s clear what his intentions are, and this time I won’t hesitate. I let us in through the garage entrance, switch the alarm to home and relax into his embrace.

We both seem to lose a tension that’s haunted us all day, the thing we couldn’t shake to feel truly alone.

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