Page 19 of The Bodyguard and the Bombshell

He moved in. “I want you to give me everything you have, Dee. I want all of it, and then tell me I can have you.”

Again, not a question, but as much as she would get from a top like him. “Please, Sir. Please have me.”

She wanted his cock more than she wanted her next breath, but beyond that she wanted connection to this man. Being here with him fulfilled so damn many of her fantasies. It would have to be enough since they only got this one night. She would dream about him for the rest of her life.

“Spread your legs wider.”

Her arms were over her head, wrists still bound, and now she was as taut as a bowstring, every muscle waiting to go off. She spread her legs for him and felt the sweet pang of vulnerability. She couldn’t guard herself here. He’d told her the mask was helping her to play a role, but he didn’t understand how much of her secret self was here in this bed with him, a piece of herself she’d never shared with anyone else.

She worried she might never be able to share this part again.

Daisy felt the first hum of the vibrator, and it was all she needed. He’d been priming her for this for what felt like hours. All the sweet torture he’d lavished on her body prepped her for an orgasm like none she’d had before. It rolled over her, making her gasp and writhe on the bed as he stroked her clit again and again.

Then he tossed the vibe aside, and she watched as he shoved his leathers down and his cock sprang free. His cock was built to size. Nate Carter was six foot seven and massive and his cock was huge. She wanted to stroke him, to play with that monster cock and make him crazy, but her hands were tied, and it looked like her Sir was done playing.

He rolled a condom on and stepped between her legs. Then he slowly reached up and took off his mask, revealing his handsome, rugged face. “Dee, my name is Nathan. I want you to know I don’t have any intention of letting you leave this club.”

Before she could protest—she probably wouldn’t have in the moment since it felt way too good to have him want her—he started to work his cock inside.

Daisy groaned as he thrust in gentle motions, giving her time to get used to his size. She stared up at him, wishing she could get her arms around him, wishing they could stay in this moment forever. They were too far apart. He was standing at the edge of the bed, tilting her hips for easier access, but she wanted him closer.

It was the sacrifice she would have to make to have this memory because even in the moment she knew she wouldn’t be taking off her mask.

She needed it too much.

“You feel so fucking good.” His eyes closed as he started to fuck her, holding her hips and finding a rhythm that had her panting all over again.

She’d thought the clitoral stimulation had been incredible, but this was more. He stroked inside her, waking up something that had been sleeping all her life.

Lust. Connection. Satisfaction.

When he went over the edge, she went right there with him.

Nate fell forward but caught himself with one hand. He stayed there for a moment, big chest heaving as he struggled to come down. She could still feel his cock inside her. If he was on top of her, would she feel his heart beating? Would hers synch up with his because they were so in the moment together?

She’d had sex, but it had been nothing like this. Nothing.

Sometimes her friends called her Pandora because chaos seemed to follow her, but now she understood. She’d opened the box, and nothing would be the same again.

Nate took a long breath and stood, gently easing himself out of her. “Stay there, love. I’ll be right back.”

He moved away, and she heard the door to the bathroom open.

What had she done? It started to crash in on her. She’d had this monumental moment with a man who was close to her family and who she had to pray never found out it had been her.

She’d followed her instincts, and they’d led her to fucking up once again.

Except it was something only she had to know about. She’d worn her mask and hadn’t promised the man anything beyond a hot night. She wasn’t Daisy O’Donnell here. She was Dee, and Dee was going to find a new club.

Daisy and Dee would both think about Nate Carter for the rest of her life.

“Here. Let me get you out of those and we can talk,” he said, his lips curled up in a grin. “Although I have to tell you, you look like heaven, love. I kind of wish I could wrap you up in my ropes and drag you home with me.”

Home would be lovely, but she wasn’t allowed to go home tonight. Tonight, if she took him with her, Nate would be surprised when she gave him his own address. She had to hope he was an early riser. “I think it might be hard for me to get to my new job with my hands tied like this.”

He helped her sit up, and it was weirdly not awkward as he started to untie her.

She didn’t want this to end. She also wasn’t sure he would simply let her walk away. Her night wasn’t over. The only person who’d seen her walk in here with Nate was Hunter, and she had to make sure he understood it was in his best interest to keep his mouth shut. She had to get away without anyone else seeing her with Nate or there would be talk she didn’t want to deal with.

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