Page 44 of The Bodyguard and the Bombshell

She held on to his ankle, letting every smack flow over her, driving her higher and higher to a place she hadn’t thought she would be. A place she’d wanted to hide from him.

The physical pain shoved against the events of the day and suddenly she was crying.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d bottled up, how much she’d shoved down over the last several days. Weeks. Months. She’d been so fucking alone.

The sobs began, and then she was lifted up into the air. Nate managed to get her skirt and underwear off and cradled her naked body against his chest. She felt warm and safe, and it was okay to cry with him. He wanted her emotions. He wasn’t going to tell her she had fucking crazy eyes and she should see a therapist.

He’d wanted her here because he wanted to share the burden of what she’d been through.

Nate carried her through the dungeon, carried her up the stairs. She barely recognized they were moving, she held on to him so tightly.

She’d lost another job, been the one who worried her parents, who couldn’t do a simple fucking task, and now she might lose her family over the only good thing that had happened to her in forever. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.

Nate kicked open the first door, and she found herself in a large, luxurious bedroom. She barely saw anything as Nate strode to the massive bed. She thought he’d toss her on it, but he wrapped his arms tight around her and sat down, maneuvering her so she was straddling him.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his hand tangling in her hair.

She shook her head. “Later. Not now, Nate.”

“Then take what you want, sub. Take what you need.”

She knew what she wanted. To drown in him. Her ass ached as she slid off his lap, fitting herself between his legs. He hissed above her as she worked the fly of his jeans, easing the zipper down.

“Damn, me,” he said as she pulled at the waistband of his boxers and freed his cock.

This was what she needed. He’d given her the emotional release she’d required to be open to him. Now she could show him she was exactly the storm he wanted.

She stared at his gorgeous cock, wrapped her hand around it, and felt his groan in her pussy. She was probably the biggest mess. She was sure her mascara was everywhere, and he was still looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Daisy stroked his cock, watching as a pearly bead pulsed from the head.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered. His hand came out to smooth her hair back. “And I’ll die happy.”

She lowered her head, giving him a lick. They hadn’t gotten to this part the first time. He’d been too into tying her up and torturing her. It was time for some sweet payback. She kept her eyes on him as she sucked his cockhead past her lips.

Nate’s chest hitched, his head falling forward and then back as he gave over to her.

He tasted so perfect. Salty and masculine, the scent of his arousal filling her senses. She took him deeper, rolling her tongue over his dick. He filled her mouth like he filled her pussy—to overflowing. He was almost too much.

Like she was.

Too much might be just enough to build something real.

“That’s right. Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he said, his eyes on her, watching where his cock disappeared into her mouth.

She ran her tongue over and around him, fighting to take as much as she could.

“Daisy, I don’t want to come in your mouth. Please, love. I want to look in your eyes this time,” he said, his hands on her hair, but he didn’t force the issue, merely gave her the choice.

She went back on her knees and watched as he managed to shove his jeans down. There were condoms on the nightstand and she picked one up, a solemn feeling spreading through her because while it had started out as a hot game, she felt so connected to this man. His pull drew her in, and she couldn’t help it. A moth to his flame. It didn’t matter if she burned. Her path was set.

She eased the condom on and then straddled him again, not even giving him a chance to kick his pants off. He didn’t need to. Nathan Carter was right where she wanted him.

“Daisy,” he began.

She shook her head and lowered her lips to his even as she felt his cock at her pussy. Pure pleasure threatened to drown her as she slid onto his cock. Her tongue tangled with his, arms wrapping around each other until she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. She tilted her hips, taking him inside. She loved how fucking big he was, stretching her, but she could handle him.

She worked her way down his cock in little passes until she finally had the whole of him filling her up.

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