Page 142 of South Beach Bodyguards

I gave her a sharp look. “Fuck no. I don’t need that. You know that.” I knew she was just messing with me, but damn, that was insulting.

“Settle down,” she said, watching me pour the wine. “It was a joke, big guy.”

“It just gives me more reason to prove myself to you.” I handed her a full glass of wine. “And I’m assuming big guy is referring to my cock.”

She raised the glass. “Of course.”

That wasn’t ego boosting enough for me. I took her free hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. Then I drew her hand across the length of my cock, which was hard from anticipation and our banter. I squeezed. “Good enough for you?”

Her eyes had widened. “Do you just walk around hard?”

“Only around you.”

“If you’re looking for compliments I don’t think you need one from me. You know what you have.”

It was true, guys know where they land on the scale of peewee to porn star and I knew I was packing a decent weapon. Her expression showed me she agreed. That didn’t mean I didn’t want some appreciation. “You can’t throw me a bone?” I didn’t even intend the pun and I didn’t laugh. I just used her hand to squeeze my cock harder.

“Not bad,” she murmured. “If you’re into that sort of thing.”

“I’m going to be in to you for damn sure.”

Miranda started to move her hand up and down without my assistance and that was the greatest compliment. My body reacted and I got harder. “You’re playing with gunfire there,” I told her.

But she just smirked. “Why, are you going to shoot without warning?”

She had her sassy moments and I loved it. I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip and let her continue to stroke me. “Hardly. You could do this for hours and I would enjoy it without finishing. But I’m not about to let you have that much control.”

I knew she would pull her hand back and she did. “Why do you want control?”

Because I wanted to hold on to total control until she had none.

Until she understood that it was going to be me and her. I wasn’t going to share that with her yet though.

“Because if I only have you for a month, I want to make the most of it.” I gestured to the patio. “Let’s go outside.”

Not moving, she held me in place, her hand still firmly on my cock. She stroked up and down and gave me a wicked smile. “You’re overdressed for this party.”

I stepped back and took a sip of wine. “Does this house have a pool?”

“Of course.”

“Then I can undress outside. And then undress you.” Miranda naked, in the pool, water sluicing all over her juicy curves?

I could die a happy man after witnessing that.

nine

Alejandro held the glass of wine back out to me after swallowing half of it. I took it from him wryly. “Don’t you have a second glass? You don’t need to steal my wine.”

“I like taking what is yours.” He gave me a smirk.

Honestly, I should put him in his place. I handed him the glass back and reached for the second glass and poured myself fresh wine. “I’m only willing to put up with you because I feel bad your chicken dinner was interrupted.”

“I think for a woman who is so sweet and honest, that was a big fat fucking lie.”

I put my lips to the glass and sipped. I was only planning on one glass since I was trying to conceive. His words made me feel guilty. I wasn’t sure how sweet and honest I was. I had secrets that would infuriate him if he learned the truth. Secrets about Max that made me hesitate, doubt creeping in. Maybe it wasn’t right to involve Alejandro in my life, my secrets. “I’m not as sweet as you think I am.”

“I know you have a sexy side, that’s true.”

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