Page 39 of Protected By the Billionaire Ex-SEAL

Then his cock finds my most sensitive point, and he croons his approval at my cry.

“There. Right there, Christian.”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let go.”

I arch as my release comes at the next thrust, a powerful orgasm that snatches my breath. It’s an assault of pleasure on my body and soul, carrying me to depths that I never reached until him. Until Christian.

And when I come down from my bliss, there he is, poised in waiting and jaw clenched. I run my fingers in his hair, then whisper in his ear.

“Let go, Christian.”

He moans, too, a guttural sound that’s so primitive and crazed. Then his control snaps and Christian shudders into his pleasure after a few more powerful thrusts.

* * *

“Can I ask you about something?”

We’re in bed, where we finally ended up after a second round in the shower. The bed was probably the longest session, with Christian taking his time in getting me off before he slipped his cock inside me again. I’ve never had sex marathons before, but this feels like one—and it’s the best kind there is.

Now we’re both just resting, my body laden with exhaustion after the five to six orgasms I’ve received. It has never felt so…indulged, but it’s the good kind. I don’t think I ever really got what multiple orgasms meant until today, and it’s the most mind-blowing thing.

How could I have missed this over the years with all my other relationships?

And how on earth can I ever go back?

I can tell Christian is just as sated and exhausted, but he’s not asleep. He takes some time to answer me, though.

“What?”

I delay, thinking it over for a second before deciding that I might as well get to the bottom of this, too. But I’m more careful this time.

“Your policy. The client one. Is it because of someone or is it just your policy from the get-go?”

There’s a long pause.

“Someone.”

I don’t expect that answer. I don’t expect more, either, understanding now that it’s a sensitive topic and has nothing to do with me. His fingers dance over my skin, a gentle caress just because he can.

But just when I think he’ll tell me to sleep, he finally speaks.

“There was this client. She was young and rich. Kind of famous, too, with her indie band, though she liked to keep a low profile. She hired me when she was going through a divorce and thought her in-laws wanted to drain her of her fortune.”

It’s more information than I imagined I’d get from him, and it awakens my curiosity. But I don’t dare speak, waiting for him to gather his thoughts before he continues.

“We clicked. We started sleeping together when the divorce papers were signed, but they still needed to continue settling who gets what. They were civil about it and the ex wasn’t violent or anything like that, and they were dividing assets and properties peacefully. We started dating while the settlement was happening, and someone saw us together.”

The next silence is foreboding. My stomach twists into knots, and I can’t be silent anymore.

“And?”

Lying in front of me, Christian’s hand tightens around my hip.

“The next day, she was going to meet her friends. Catch up with them now that she was free. But she got shot on the way to the restaurant by her brother-in-law.”

My heart jolts at the coldness in his voice, then the truth that unravels from him. I make a sound, dismayed, as I already know what’s next.

“She didn’t make it.”

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