Page 103 of Damaged Protector

He shook his head. “I’ll take care of you.”

The words caused a fluttering in my belly, and that flutter headed due south when Hawk scooted between my legs and removed my panties with brutal efficiency. “Mmm, I’ve missed the taste of your honey, Little Bee.”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” I pointed out, and he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“I know. I don’t know how I’ve waited this long to have you coming on my face again.” He was back in seduction mode, and I fell instantly under his spell, lifting my hips to meet his tongue.

As he ate my pussy, Hawk glided his hand up my body and rubbed his cum all over me. He groaned as if he were getting turned on all over again when he cupped a sticky hand around my breast and squeezed.

I was so wound up from grinding on his leg and watching the most primal sexual display I’d ever witnessed, that it took him less than a minute to push me over the edge.

I came with a scream of his name wrenching from my lips as his mouth did the most wondrous things to my sex. My vision blurred around the edges until I could barely see his head moving between my legs.

With slow licks, he brought me down from my high, and smiled up at me. “I like when you call me that.”

Huh? I was so dazed, I wasn’t even sure what I’d said. Hopefully it wasn’t anything embarrassing.

Apparently seeing my confusion, he clarified. “You called me Tate. No other woman has ever called me that.”

A feeling of warmth and affection washed over me, and I reached down to stroke his soft hair. “Well, Tate, once again, you’ve exceeded expectations in the oral arena.”

He laughed and pushed up on his muscular arms to hover over me before pressing a kiss to my lips. “Let me get you cleaned up, Bee.”

Hawk’s hand drifted lazily up and down my spine as I lay half draped over him. “The colors in this room are so much softer than… your other room,” I mused.

His chest rumbled beneath my ear with a chuckle. “In the Den of Sin, you mean? I didn’t name it that, by the way. I think it was Woody.”

“Why the two separate rooms?”

His hand paused on my back, and I wondered if I’d gone too far with my curiosity. But then he resumed the gentle rubbing. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to keep my private space private. It probably makes me sound like a dick—which I am—but afterward, I don’t want any trace of them left. When I was living with the other guys, I didn’t have a separate room, so I’d have to change my sheets before I could sleep.”

“What about when your lady friends sleep over?”

He looked down at me and kissed my forehead. “Here’s where the being a dick part comes in. I don’t allow anyone to sleep in my bed. I either drive them home or call them a car.”

It took me a second to process. He never let women sleep in his bed. But I’d slept in here that night after our heart-to-heart talk.

“I can understand that. Having a different room for your… activities allows you to have your own space.”

He hummed in agreement and buried his nose in my hair. A few minutes later, his hand slowed on my back and eventually stopped. His deep, even breaths told me he had fallen asleep.

I waited until I was sure he was in dreamland so I wouldn’t wake him. Then I slipped from the bed and grabbed my robe. As I pulled it over my naked body, I watched him sleep. One arm was curled above his head and the other—the one I’d been lying on—was stretched across the sheet. He looked so beautiful with the cream covers around his waist, an acute contrast to his tan skin and dark good looks.

“Good night, Tate,” I whispered before tiptoeing from the room.

Chapter 31

“Hey, Lisa!” I said, walking into the office on Friday morning. “Do you have those papers Shark needed?”

“Right here,” she replied, giving me a smile along with the manila folder she handed over. Her dark-brown hair swung to the side when she tilted her head. “I have a huge favor to ask.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

She pulled a book from her desk and slid it across the counter to me. “While you’re at the convention, would you please get AK Landow to sign this? I didn’t realize I could order signed copies from her website, so I got this one on Amazon. I’d really like her signature though.”

“Of course,” I said, taking the copy of Double Play, which had a baseball and softball player on the front cover. I flipped it over and skimmed the blurb on the back. “Ooh, this looks good. I haven’t read this author before.”

“Girl, you need to, if you like rom-coms. Actually, they call her the Queen of Raunch-Com because she’s both hilarious and dirty.”

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