The Mafia leader’s Nanny

As I was lost in a private moment, swaying to the rhythm in my bedroom, Dominic unexpectedly entered, causing the music to abruptly pause. With a shy smile, I greeted him, "Is there something amiss, Mr. Russo?" He looked sternly at me, "Actually, there is a concern. You were dancing carelessly when you should have been focusing on my daughter's well-being." Feeling embarrassed, I lowered my head, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Mr. Russo. Emily is asleep, and I got carried away with the music while studying. It was a foolish oversight; I should have made sure the door was locked." He softened his tone, suggesting, "To make it right, why don't you continue that dance for me?" My jaw dropped, did he really want me to dance for him? "Alright," I replied, pressing play on the laptop. Just as I began, the music stopped once more. "No, I want you to dance on me this time," he clarified, leaving me astonished. Nervously, I agreed, "Okay." He moved to a chair and sat down, and I restarted the music, approaching him cautiously. Before I knew it, I straddled him, starting to move my hips sensually to the beat. Sensing his arousal, I couldn't help but comment, "Mr. Russo, you're playing a dangerous game." And so, amidst the unexpected turn of events, I found myself dancing provocatively on his lap.