Page 27 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

“Yes?” I stared up into his eyes, hoping, praying, that he wouldn’t turn me away.

Anticipation flooded my veins. Lennie lowered his head, and I held my breath, waiting, aching for him to kiss me.

“You know how I’m always tongue-tied around you?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

He smiled slowly, like he knew a secret.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Lennie

I couldn’t sleep, and it was no wonder.

All I could think about was how right it felt to have Payton here, in my home. Fuck, he was down the hallway. Probably naked by now. Thinking about him in my bed, even if it was the spare one, had my cock painfully hard. So hard, I was lightheaded.

After a restless hour and a throbbing hard-on that I ruthlessly ignored, I got up and headed down to the kitchen to grab a snack. But of course, it wasn’t that simple.

I always took pride in my self-control. No matter the situation, I stayed calm and clear-headed. I never let my emotions get the better of me, not at work and not in my personal life.

Until Payton. First Vegas, now this.

He walked into my kitchen dressed in nothing but sheer black lace, and all my good intentions, my control? Obliterated. And when he touched me? When he looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his? Fuck, I had no fight left. I willingly surrendered.

I cupped his face and took his lips the way I’d been fantasizing about for months. But reality was so much better than my dreams. Payton was warm and real. Sexy, beautiful, sinful.

Mine? I wanted like hell for him to be mine.

His lips parted, and I got the sweetest, hottest kiss of my life. His tongue teased mine, and what started out deep and slow turned frantic and dirty, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I slid my hands down his back, feeling his muscles quiver, and cupped his tight ass cheeks. They fit perfectly in my palms.

“Put your arms around my neck,” I demanded in between heated kisses. “And wrap those sexy legs around my waist.”

“Lennie,” he moaned my name, and I shivered in response.

“Do it, Angel.”

Payton groaned even louder. When he climbed me, I held firm to his ass and carried him through the kitchen, and over to the stairs. Until the wicked tease sucked on the tender skin of my neck, and I nearly lost my footing.

“Fuck, Payton.”

“Yes. Please, please fuck me.”

I managed to carry him up the stairs, but it was a near thing. I was lightheaded, the blood in my body rushing to my dick.

We tumbled into my bedroom and, thankfully, onto my bed. We didn’t kiss so much as devour each other, and I reached for his top, desperate to get him naked. But there were ten million buttons, and I was so turned on I was shaking, my big hands clumsy as hell.

Fuck it. I ripped his shirt open, and Payton gasped.

“Get those pants off, or they’re next,” I growled.

Payton scrambled to do as I demanded and threw the seductive garment aside. When he stretched out on my bed, naked, I finally took a breath, a moment, to admire the stunning man before me. Not that I had any air left in my lungs. It was a good thing that I was already horizontal, because this man knocked me flat on my ass. He was all long lines and smooth skin, his long cock resting hard and heavy on his stomach. Andwhen I saw the intense heat in his gaze, I chased his mouth, unable to resist.

“Angel, you are so fucking beautiful,” I confessed, holding him tight, unwilling to let go.

“Lennie.”

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