Page 67 of South Beach Bodyguards

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I obeyed, but I struggled to focus on his face, everything a blur of dewy skin, of soft pants, and the slap of colliding flesh. An orgasm was building deep inside my core and when it crested and exploded I gave a silent cry and tried to look away, but Wester gripped my face, forcing me to come under his scrutiny. I was drowning, being dragged under by his passion, his strength. The orgasm was a toe-clenching next level and even as it shattered me, I knew that this was intimacy born of desperation and yet somehow was the hottest damn thing I had ever experienced.

He had destroyed me.

After the waves receded, I sagged back onto the mattress, my thighs going slack and I let him fuck me, too shocked to even touch him. My robe bunched up under my ass around my waist and I felt connected to every inch of my body, from my tingling scalp where he still held my hair, to my aching nipples, to my slick inner heat, and all the way down to the bottom of my feet, which knocked against his hard thighs randomly as he rocked into me.

When he came, it was with tight control, his eyes briefly shutting and giving me a break from his relentless stare. His breathing changed and he let out a tight grunt, but that was it. Nor did he follow it up with a smile or any words of reassurance. He just frowned and breathed deeply, slowing down his rhythm. Then he rolled onto his back with a sigh and pulled me with him, so we were still connected. The robe fell over our sticky bodies and he brushed my tangled hair back. His eyes searched over my face, his finger swiping across my bottom lip.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” No. Not even close.

Olivia’s hair fell over my face and her dark eyes blinked down at me, glassy with spent passion and something else. Fear? I was glad she was okay, but for the first time in a long ass time I was rattled. I wasn’t even sure what the fuck had just happened, but her body had gripped me like a vice, and I had lost my ability to stay cool. To stay controlled. I had taken her hard, slamming the bed into the wall, and burying myself to the hilt in her warm and welcoming pussy. I wasn’t sure if it was the intensity of knowing Benito expected this, or the thrill of seeing and touching her naked body so quickly, or if it was just Olivia who had me so damn revved up.

“Good.” I smoothed my thumb over her cheek. “You’re amazing, you know that?” She was. She had risen to the challenge and had somehow made this the best sex I’d had in months. Maybe years. My dick was still inside her and I was lazily stroking her ass under her robe, knowing I was going to relive this one more than once while alone in my bed in my shithole apartment.

“I’m embarrassed.” Her cheeks had flushed a rich raspberry color.

“Don’t be.” Her breasts were pressing into my chest and under other circumstances I would be unnerved by what I was feeling—by how tender and satisfied I was. But reality was something different rather than a lazy afternoon in bed with a lover.

The picture I had painted for her was pure fantasy and nothing I ever wanted. Nothing I’d ever had.

And this was a fucked up kind of encounter, no way around it. Which was confirmed when there was a pounding on the door. “Lewiston, your time is up!”

Olivia stiffened.

“Don’t get upset,” I prefaced, which wasn’t the right way to start any sentence.

She dug her nails into my shoulders. “About what? I’m already upset.”

“I have to leave. That was my deal with Benito. He only let me in here to see if you’re safe.” I gave her backside a soft tap. She had a great body and it was really distracting. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back and I’ll get you out of here safe. No one is going to hurt you.”

“Don’t leave me.” It was a sad, plaintive plea, her eyes wide with unshed tears.

I steeled myself against the unexpected surge of tenderness, surprised by how much she’d gotten under my skin. Time to put a stop to that shit. “I don’t have a choice.” Lifting my neck, I gave her a kiss and rolled her off me and onto the bed, shifting her robe over her bare breasts.

Sitting up, I kissed my fingertip and placed it on her lips. “Remember we’re in love. That’s what you need to tell Benito.” I hoped her acting skills were decent, but so far, she’d risen to the challenge.

Olivia sat up and her hair tumbled over her shoulders, the robe gaping open at her neck. She was going to say something, only I didn’t want to hear whatever it was so I jumped out of bed and held my pants up with my hand. I needed to ditch the condom in the bathroom and get the fuck out of there. She was still just sitting there when I came back out a minute later buttoning my shirt.

For a split second I thought there was something in her eye that had me reaching for my gun. Only Benito’s bodyguard had confiscated it from me. So I was standing there half-dressed, hand scrambling over my waistband for a weapon I didn’t have. But Olivia only lay back down on the bed and turned away from me, lying on her side facing the wall.

The knock came at the door again.

I hesitated, not sure what was wrong with her, but I knew I was out of time. Comforting was not something I was good at anyway. First sign of a woman’s emotion, I was out of there. Tonight was no different. “I’ll see you soon.”

She didn’t answer but I scooped my suit jacket off the chair and knocked on the inside of the door. Benito’s guy opened it and smirked at me. I winked at him and strolled past him, still reeking like sex. I had to play this right.

The door slammed behind me and I winced inwardly, feeling bad for Olivia. She was in over her head. This wasn’t anything she deserved or had bargained for. Then again, who knew what her life was like? Maybe she and Eva were used to running with drug dealers. But I didn’t think so. There was something intelligent but naïve about Olivia.

Or maybe I just was seeing what I wanted to see.

I was doing the last button on my shirt when I walked back into Benito’s living room. He made a show of clapping, looking amused.

“Congratulations, my friend. But you’re losing your touch, Lewiston. That took twenty minutes.”

Sinking down onto his white leather couch across the coffee table from him, I made a show of spreading my legs apart and sinking into a super casual position. “She’s camera-shy. It took some convincing.”

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