In Too Deep: An Anti-Hero Mafia Romance

Sneaky at work

When we walk into the back office at the club the place is just getting busy. Kelly’s already there, her jaw drops when she sees Xander.

I laugh at her reaction. “Guess who’s here?”

She nods towards Xander, “I can see.”

I explain, “He surprised me with a visit. You’ll never guess what? “ I look towards Xander who is smiling. “I'm moving to Madrid - to be with him.” I grab hold of his hand for support.

She comes over to us and hugs us both together in a big joint hug. “I'm made up for you honey. You two are made for each other. Wait . . . does this mean I get free holidays now?” She looks completely serious.

I laugh. “Actually, yeah.”

I go to a cubicle to get changed into silver shiny hot pants and a silver cropped vest top, I pull on the furry boots that we dance with and smooth on the metallic shimmer cream that we have to wear to attract the lights - to make the overall look effective. I fluff my hair up so that it’s a mass of big curls, put on loads of eye make-up with my lip gloss, and then look at my reflection. My stomach drops, s**t yeah . .. he’s gonna go crazy. He is not the easy-going type that will think it's ok for his girlfriend to go dance in front of a few hundred people with hardly anything on.

When he sees me walk out of the cubicle, his eyes widen and his expression darkens.

He stands quickly. “Please tell me that this is not the full outfit that you dance in?” I can see the muscle in his jaw twitching.

“Er . . . yes. . . sorry, it’s the uniform. Come on . . . you knew what I did, and you own clubs - so you know what the dancers wear.”

“Yes I do, but none of those is my girlfriend.” he says angrily. I'm pleased to hear it.

I smile at him.

“What are you smiling at?” he snaps.

“I love hearing you say I'm your girlfriend.” His warm eyes twinkle at me.

I try to reassure him, “Xander there’s only one guy that I'm going home with tonight. Or have EVER gone home with ok?” I walk over and slip my arms around him, reach up and peck him on the cheek.

He nods. “I am now getting very worried about this dancing, yes?” It makes me laugh that when he’s stressed, angry or turned on his Spanish accent gets so thick.

I shrug, “Well, I won't be doing it for much longer will I?” He seems to relax a little at this, then I add “Well . . . not in this country anyway . . . ” His head snaps up again as I walk out.

I do my warm-up before I go out to the podium. I'm in such a good mood . . . a huge difference from a few hours ago - I was so miserable, heartbroken but now I'm on cloud nine. I give it my all on the podium. Kelly and I do some of our routines which the crowd love. I purposely don’t look for Xander.

Once I'm done he’s waiting for me in the dressing room. I look at him nervously. I'm sweating, completely exhilarated like I always am when I just come off.

“You are by far the sexiest woman I have ever met,” he says huskily, striding over to me. I breathe a sigh of relief. He carries on, “I am not happy that you will be doing that when I'm not here. All the men out there will be hard right now because of you. I do not like this.”

There he goes again, presuming that every guy in the world wants me. I shake my head, “Xander just because you fancy me – and you’d better - doesn’t mean that every other guy does!”

“You have no idea mi amor. I will be happy when you are in Madrid with me.”

He kisses me forcefully, pressing himself up against me - I can feel how hard he is. He hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me so that my legs are around his waist. He carries me off into the dressing room.

I break off from kissing him. “Xander, what are you doing?”

“I'm going to f**k you right now, I’ve been hard watching you for the last hour and a half . . . now I'm going to make you mine.” He breathes into my ear, then starts to kiss my neck.

“Oh god, Xander . . . I am yours.”

He lowers me to the floor, so that I'm standing, then turns to close the curtains.

“Wait,” logic taking over, “What if someone comes in?”

“You will just have to be quiet then, yes?”

Oh, f**k it . . . I want him, I’ll be leaving this place soon anyway. I lift my top over my head, slide my shorts and my knickers down my hips then I kick off my boots. I'm naked in front of him. “Come on then,” I tease “but it’ll have to be quick,”

He smirks “Baby . . . I’ve been hard for ninety minutes, quick is not a problem.”

His mouth crashes down on mine again, I slide my hands under his t-shirt to feel his skin, and drag my fingernails over his skin softly, he groans, unfastening the waistband of his jeans, and pushing them down with his boxers so that his erection springs free.

He runs his hands down my body, resting over my c**t, where he starts to rub in a circular motion, then he slides two fingers inside me.

“Christ baby, I didn’t need to worry about you being wet for me . . . I never do.” He withdraws his hand and grabs hold of my thigh, hooking it on his hip, keeping a grip of it, giving him the angle to enter me, but he doesn’t, he just touches me with the tip of his c**k, I can feel it there and I need it inside me now.

“Brace yourself, this is going to be hard and fast ok?” His voice was dangerously low.

I murmur my ok, nodding . . . I just want him inside me.

I feel him thrust into me, I take him all in, he keeps his mouth on mine, quickly withdraws and then thrusts into me again, and again, pounding me hard. It feels so good, it’s like he’s lost control . . . he always seems so in control. He moans and bites down on my shoulder and kneads my breast with his free hand.

“Oh, Xander . . . f**k . . . harder, faster!”

He groans as he thrusts into me harder, I can feel myself close to coming,

He must be able to feel it too. “Come for me, baby.”

I explode around him and then feel him come moments later. He rides me slowly down from my orgasm. That was amazing.

“Elsa, that was . . . f**k . . . it was out of this world. I told you it would be quick.” he says laughing into my shoulder and then tenderly kissing where he bit me.

I smile “Yes, it was . . . I want it slow when we get home. I can't believe that we’ll get to do it all the time, when we're together.”

He gives me a devilish grin, “Yes, I intend to take full advantage of you.”

We go back to my house to spend the night together. We talk about what it will be like in Madrid - what our life will be like. We make love and talk all night. I’ve never been so happy.

I go to the club in the next day to hand my notice to the manager of the club – turns out I only have to work one more weekend, they have a waiting list for dancers to start, so me leaving isn’t a problem. On Monday I will give in my notice in at the solicitors, if all goes to plan, then I should be able to fly out a week next Friday - I'm so excited . . . so happy. I still can't believe this is happening.

Too soon Monday comes around and it’s time to say goodbye to Xander before I go to work. I have to hand my notice in . . . to be honest, if they’re not happy with me leaving a week on Friday – tough . . . I'm going anyway.

When I go in to tell my boss, I have butterflies in my stomach, but when I tell her my news she’s just happy for me. She says I deserve it but that she’ll be sad to see me go. So I’ll be leaving a week on Friday. I text Xander.

Well . . . no going back on your offer now – I'm coming a week on Friday. I can't wait Xander

I get one back;

I'm so happy mi amor, I hope to make you as happy as you make me. I love you. I am just on my way to the airport. I will text you when I get home.

I don’t think I could be any happier.