Page 177 of Damaged Protector

“That sounds good to me,” I told her, though I’d rather shout it from the rooftops now. I wanted everyone to know…

Hawk Gentry is in love.

Chapter 53

“I’m thinking of getting my nipples pierced,” I said, snuggling against Hawk’s chest and kissing his piercing. “What do you think?”

We were in the Den of Sin for the first time in months. After staying with Jenn through Thanksgiving Day, we’d returned home so I could take my final exams. My last one—Clinical Pathology—had been today, and Hawk had deemed it playtime.

Finally. Of course we’d had plenty of sex the past couple weeks—my man had a fantastic incentive program when he helped me study—but I had craved him going hardcore on me like he did in this room.

“I think it’s your body, so do what you want to with it,” he replied. “But I respectfully request that you only do one at a time.”

“Why?” I asked, looking up at the furry face I loved so much.

He kissed me on the nose. “Because it takes over six months to heal, and I can’t stay away from your tits that long.” He tweaked one to prove his point. “Though if you want a similar sensation without doing something so permanent, I picked up something at the sex store yesterday.”

“Something else?” I asked with a lift of my eyebrows.

He chuckled and rose from the bed. My hand rubbed over the silky silver sheet, absorbing the warmth his big body had left behind. “Why are these sheets silver? The ones you had in here the first time were black.”

Hawk was rummaging through a drawer in one of the cabinets, but he glanced over his shoulder at me. “I threw them away and got new ones once I thought I might bring you in here.”

“Why?”

He continued searching through the drawer. “I wanted something lighter because you make me feel lighter. You take away some of my darkness.”

Okay. Wow.

“Just don’t lose all of it. I like that dark guy.”

That earned me a smile as he walked back toward me. And oh, could this man turn me on simply with his prowling gait. His abs were on full display, and the veins in his body popped from his exertions of a few minutes earlier. And that long, thick cock hanging heavily between his legs… yes, please.

He stopped at the end of the bed, and I drank him in before my eyes dropped to the array of dildos and vibrators right in front of him. There was a nice variety of colors and sizes represented.

“Exactly how much money did you spend at the sex store?”

His lips quirked up on one side. “I may have to get a second job to finance it, but it was worth it. I wanted to test a bunch of them to learn your preferences.”

I pushed up to my elbows, and his eyes dropped to my exposed breasts. “And what did you learn,” I purred, “since you made me come with every single one of them?”

He bobbed his eyebrows and picked up a dildo with a twisted, candy-striped base and a thick red tip. “I learned you really liked Santa’s Little Helper.”

I flopped back onto the bed, closing my eyes at the memory of that thick thing inside me. “God, who knew holiday sex toys could be so hot?”

“It’s the reason for the season,” he quipped, and I opened my eyes to glare at him.

“You’re seriously going to hell for that, mister.”

Crawling up the bed until he was straddling my hips, he laughed and held something up. Two clamps with pink padding at the tips were connected by a thin chain.

“Nipple clamps,” he announced. “Can I put them on you?”

“Do they hurt?”

“Do you care?” he shot back, and I giggled. I’d discovered I liked a little pain with my pleasure.

“Okay, let’s see how they feel.”

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