Page 140 of South Beach Bodyguards

It was just part of my DNA to not want to make waves. I have a terrible habit of talking myself out of what my gut says.

“If you have a place to stay then why would you stay here feeling nervous? You’ll never get a good night’s sleep.”

He had a point. It reassured me. I hated that I did that. I knew something was off next door, just like I had known something was off with Max.

I nodded. “Let me just pack a bag.”

I started past him but he grabbed my hand and massaged my fingers. His eyes drifted to my lips. “I’m staying overnight with you.”

Making a point of glancing down at his hand holding mine I said, “Oh, really? Do I have a choice?” It was a token protest. I knew he was staying with me. I also knew that I wanted him to.

He shook his head. “Not in me staying over. But where I’m going to sleep.”

So he was letting me decide whether we repeated our explosive sex or not. The sexual tension that bounced between us still piqued my interest. We were standing there, staring at each other, and I could taste him on my lips, feel the press of his cock inside me. I hadn’t expected to be attracted to him. I hadn’t expected when I asked for a baby, I would want to give in to his demand that it be old school, skin on skin. But I did. I wanted him again and again.

More than any man in a very long time. He wanted me too and I had no doubt he could satisfy me all night long. He was a ladies’ man and he had already proved he knew his way around a woman’s body.

Besides, I had secrets that I couldn’t reveal to Alejandro. If he knew everything there was to know, he would not be willing to help me start a family.

He would walk away and I would be forced to use a sperm bank.

I could do that. There was nothing wrong with some anonymous sperm.

Or I could let this gorgeous man sweep me off my feet repeatedly over the next few weeks and give me some of his beautiful Cuban genes.

Sex was not something I had been expecting. But now that it was on the table, I couldn’t resist taking more. Hell, this might be it for me for years.

“I know earlier was impulsive,” I said. “But I accept your conditions,” I told him. “And you can share my bed tonight. And again when it’s time.” I meant ovulation.

But Alejandro just gave me a slow smile. “I want thirty days. A full cycle.”

My jaw dropped and my inner thighs went damp, simultaneously. He had some damn nerve. Yet I couldn’t deny that it was sexy as hell, his confidence. But more importantly, the way he wanted me. He could have any woman. He didn’t need me to warm his bed for a month, yet he wanted me to. The thought was very arousing.

“One, you have cojones like no one else.” He didn’t give much reaction so I continued. “Two, I know when I ovulate. It’s science. We don’t need thirty days.”

Alejandro brought my hand to his mouth and drew the tip of my index finger into his mouth and sucked gently. Then he kissed each tip slowly, sensually. “It’s called practice. But mostly just because I want to. I’m going to work at making you scream over and over and over, until you don’t ever want me to stop.”

My nipples hardened. Until I never stopped? What did that mean? He wanted more than sex?

I was going to agree though. I already knew that. I couldn’t resist him. “You better make it worth my time.”

When he looked at me I didn’t see a guy who was younger than me. I saw an alpha, confident, sexual savant who knew he had me right where he wanted me. “Miranda. Don’t insult me. You should never rush a good thing.”

“I’ll clear my calendar.” I clung to a little bit of attitude to try and regain some kind of control, but I was well aware he very firmly had the upper hand on me.

He laughed softly. “I plan on clearing your mind, beautiful. And blowing it.”

Suddenly I couldn’t wait to be at his total mercy.

You know when you were a kid and it was Christmas morning and you opened up that one thing you’d been dying to get all damn year?

That’s how I felt going in Lola Brandy’s house with Miranda.

She was my fucking present and I was finally getting to unwrap her. If earlier had been any indication of how much I would enjoy it, I was in for the best night of my life. Plus twenty-nine additional nights. I honestly could not believe Miranda had agreed to my terms. Every night. Her naked. My cock inside her. Damn.

I was going to take it slowly and savor every second of it.

After I checked Miranda’s place for any video or audio surveillance planted and was fairly certain it was clean, we headed over to Lola Brandy’s house.

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