Page 60 of South Beach Bodyguards

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” I murmured, even as my gaze dropped to his lips. I wanted to nibble on his flesh and I wanted his firm body to cover mine. I could smell the hint of his musky cologne and every inch of me was tingling with anticipation. But I had to at least offer up a token protest.

“There are no good or bad ideas. Just experiences.”

Then he closed the distance between us and moved his mouth over mine.

And I let him.

two

There were plenty of times I’d stepped in shit in my life and it didn’t bother me. Neither did playing with fire, which was exactly what I was doing by kissing Ricardo Davis’s wife. But I did it anyway. And the second my lips landed on hers, I knew I wasn’t going to regret it. She had a full mouth, ripe and plump and juicy, and it felt natural, not like injections. Just soft, pouty, delicious lips that gave way for mine as I teased and tasted.

Her skin was equally as soft and I stroked her thigh, and buried my other hand in her hair. She smelled like she was fresh from a shower, and the damp underside of her hair gave credence to that. I knew under that robe she couldn’t be wearing much and it would be all bronze skin and a pink, damp pussy. I hadn’t expected to be this turned on by Eva. My original feelings were sympathy for the woman stuck with a dickhead like Ricardo while she languished sexually.

Yet, even after just a few minutes talking to her, that had shifted, and I realized I had labeled her as a dumb blonde but sweet as hell, and clearly there were more layers to her. I hadn’t expected her to be a reader, or quick to catch on to my stupid joke. It made her even sexier, and I took her mouth with more passion than I’d felt in fucking forever. When I let her draw in some air, she had a sound in the back of her throat, and her breasts arched toward me. I kissed her again, not wanting her to stop and think. I teased my tongue into her mouth, drawing it across hers, feeling my control slip just a little.

This time when I pulled back, I reached around her chair and dropped it to a completely vertical position. She gave a startled cry as she went down flat on her back, her robe slipping and revealing the expanse of her thigh and a brief flash of her naked sex before she quickly shifted the fabric over herself again. The little glimpse of what she had to offer made me hard. But this wasn’t about me. This was about her pleasure. Her potential.

Glancing back, I checked on the dog. She was sleeping by my feet. Then I looked up at the camera I knew was on the corner of the pool house. I gave a grin and a nod. I was going to get fired. There was no doubt about that. But I didn’t give a shit. Ricardo had gotten me shot and been a total prick about it. Sometimes you had to take a stand. You had to say that wealth and birthright didn’t give you the right to do whatever to the hired help, or cheat with wild abandon on your wife. There were checks and balances and this was one, right now. Me, doing what he could never do—make his wife come.

She looked nervous so I kissed her before she went into full blown panic. She relaxed again and I found her breast through her robe, squeezing gently. As natural as her lips. God, she was sexy. She tasted like toothpaste and something sweet underneath. Honey. Like she’d had sweet tea with a squeeze of honey. I eased inside the fabric and found her nipple, already taut. When I gave it a tug she made that sound in the back of her throat that told me a woman felt it deep down, in her core, and that she wanted cock. My cock.

That wasn’t going to happen though. I wasn’t taking it that far. Just far enough. The fervor of a mission fell over me, driving me to shut down my own need, my own unexpected desire, and focus on her, on teasing her nipple, tangling my tongue with hers. When I shifted my hand, running my palm over the flat plane of her belly, she made a small sound of protest. But when I got between her thighs and discovered how wet she was, I was the one who swore. After playing with her clit, and sinking a finger into her dampness, I decided it wasn’t enough. I had to taste her.

When I dropped my mouth down onto her pussy, she said, “I don’t think…”

But then I was licking her and her protest dissolved into a groan.

Damn, she tasted sweet and tangy and altogether delicious. Her skin smelled clean and floral, and her body tasted like the honey on her lips. I could see how she had gotten a guy to drop down on one knee to propose. I wanted to promise her all sorts of shit, too, just from the way she moved her body in rhythm with mine, and the tentative grip of her fingers on my shoulders, wrinkling my suit jacket. But I didn’t do forever.

The thought made me smile grimly from the depths of her thighs.

Darkness started to crowd out my enjoyment, the way it always did when I thought about a future and a family and how that was never going to be for me. So I shoved it aside and focused, plunging my tongue inside Eva’s hot body. I reached up and squeezed her nipple at the same time. Her legs were already starting to move restlessly and her soft moans grew louder before a glance up showed her biting her lip to hold her pleasure at bay.

I moved my other hand up so I had both her breasts in my grip and swept my touch over her clitoris. Bam. There it was. She came hard, back arching, a cry flying out of her mouth, and I stayed with it, holding her down. Fuck Ricardo. That had been easy. I felt a surge of triumph, but when I shifted back and saw the naïve astonishment on her face, an emotion I didn’t recognize kicked me in the gut.

Shit. Did I want to like her? Was that what this was?

Time to disengage.

“I like the way you kiss,” she said, breathless.

And I wanted her all over again.

Never in my life had I just blithely let a total stranger go down on me, but it seemed like I’d chosen the right time to let it happen, because holy shit, what the goddamned hell? That was amazing. Like a fever dream of a sexual encounter, it was heightened and magical and intensely real, yet how could it be real? It was crazy and I fell onto my back after lifting my head briefly to give him the praise he deserved. Even though I felt like Eve in the garden of Eden, wantonly prancing nude with my apple, I still had enough of a sense to flip my robe back over my heated skin. My sister was going to die when I told her that her bodyguard was an oral sex savant.

“I like the way you come,” he said, his voice raw and satisfied.

I waited for the rustle of clothes, for his strong hands to tear back from robe, and his cock to nudge at me. He’d have a condom. Men like him always had condoms. I was totally going to have sex with him because if he could do that with his tongue, I couldn’t even imagine what he could do with an erection. But I waited and nothing happened. Rolling onto my side so I could see him, I realized he was just sitting there watching me, rubbing my moisture off of his lips. A blush stole over me.

“Thanks, I think,” I murmured. Oh, God, was this going to get awkward? Then I mentally kicked myself. Of course it was going to get awkward. I had let him get me off after three minutes of conversation. Like what exactly were we doing? There was nowhere to go from here but awkward. I refused to let that happen if there was any way to avoid it, and to me, it seemed obvious that we needed to finish what he had started. “I hope there is a part two to this.”

He gave me a very devilish smile. “Not tonight. My shift is over in five minutes. I’m still on Ricardo’s clock.”

Something about his tone made me uneasy. He sounded smug. I sat up and reached around and forced the chaise back into an upright position. “So you just got paid to get me off?” That had never even entered my mind. But then again, nothing had entered my mind. I’d gone from a casual greeting to a kiss to him between my thighs in record time.

His expression didn’t reassure me in any way. He just shrugged. “That wasn’t my intention, but now that I think about it, it serves your husband right.”

Husband.

---