Page 37 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

Lennie reached down and when his large hand ran over Finnigan’s back, hisses turned to loud purrs. Then Lennie did the unthinkable. He picked up my cat.

“He doesn’t even like the vet touching him,” I whispered, completely shocked.

Finnigan’s purrs amplified, and he butted his head on Lennie’s chin.

“He’s a selective boy. Like his daddy,” Lennie whispered, then glanced at me, smiling. “Stop fighting it, Angel. You know you like me.”

“Of course, I like you. More than like. That’s the damn problem.”

“Come here.”

I slowly walked towards him, and Lennie placed Finnigan back on the floor. My cat zipped back to the living room.

“Why?”

“Come here,” Lennie repeated.

I stalked up to him, and when I got within arm’s reach, Lennie placed his hands on my hips, pulling me in to his body as tight as I could get. Lord, it was hot in here.

“Stop worrying about the wedding. It doesn’t matter how it happened, it’s done. And I, for one, am so fucking happy.”

“You are?”

“Haven’t you been listening to anything I’ve said over the past forty-eight hours? I’m falling for you. Hard. And I don’t care if I make an ass of myself doing it. And no, before you startarguing, it’s not temporary, and no, it’s not the ‘wedding effect.’ This has been building for a long time. All your flirting and teasing at work. I guess I couldn’t resist any longer.”

“Lennie.” I cupped his face. “I want you. I do. But fair warning. I’m no good at this.”

“What?”

“Relationships,” I admitted. “The flirting part, hell yes. The other stuff, no. I always come on too strong and then inevitably, the guy thinks I’m too much. And I don’t want to mess this up. You’re too important to me.”

He smiled and squeezed my waist. “Listen to me, okay? You’re never too much. Never. Be yourself. The proud, flirtatious, luminous Payton that I know and love.”

Did Lennie say that he loved me?

There was still trepidation. That I wasn’t good enough. That he’d regret this. But when I looked into Lennie’s eyes, I saw hope. And, more than that, I saw the truth. It was real. This, what was happening between us, was real.

“I’m yours, Angel,” he whispered.

As crazy as it might be, he was mine, too. I pushed the fear away. And I reached for Lennie.

Our kiss was all-consuming, frantic. I didn’t hold back, sliding my tongue deep into his mouth, tasting all of him. Wanting more. Both of us moaned and when I pushed at his shoulders, he leaned back against the door with a loud thud.

Dropping to my knees, I rubbed my hand over his jeans, cupping his dick, testing the weight of it. I’d barely had a chance to see all of him last night, never mind explore. And touching him like this confirmed what I glimpsed the morning after our wedding.

My man was big. All over. And all fucking mine.

“Payton, you don’t have to?—”

I unzipped his jeans.

“No, but I want to,” I replied and slid my hands inside, shoving his briefs and jeans down his hips, taking his hot, heavy cock in my hand. Jesus, I couldn’t wait to slide his thick dick down my throat. “I’ve wanted to suck you off for the longest time. I thought it would remain a fantasy. But reality is so much better.”

Lennie let out a deep groan. His dick was long and veiny, the head red and leaking so much pre-cum that my hand was already sticky. Leaning forward, I swirled my tongue around the head and that first salty taste hit me like the best kind of buzz.

“Please,” Lennie moaned. “More.”

I swallowed as much as I could on the first go, but he was fucking huge. With one hand around the base of his cock, I tongued the slit, teasing him, then swallowed again, this time as deep as I could get him, until my nose hit his pubes.

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