Page 48 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

Payton sat up and notched the head of my dick to his hole, slowly sinking onto my cock, one tormenting inch at a time.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned.

“So goddamn incredible,” Payton whispered, his eyes full of desire.

I groaned, unable to form any more words. Payton leaned back, one hand on the mattress between my legs, the other sliding up and down his dick as he rode me, fast and furious.

I grabbed his thighs and thrust my hips to meet him, fucking into him. The sound of our bodies slapping together and the heat of his ass strangling my cock was too much.

And watching Payton, completely uninhibited, taking what he wanted, was so fucking sexy. My climax burned higher and higher. Payton’s body clenched up tight as he came, cum lashing on his hand and my abs. Watching his pleasure sparked mine, and I lost all rhythm as the orgasm took hold of me.

“Payton!” I shouted, coming hard, rutting into him.

I couldn’t get close enough, deep enough. And when Payton collapsed on top of me? I wrapped him up tight, and I wasn’t letting go. Not ever.

“Payton,” I whispered his name this time. “Angel?”

“Yes, love?” he replied and looked at me.

I paused, soaking up his affection. “I am, you know. Your love. I love you, Payton DeLaine Rizzoli.”

Payton gave me a devouring kiss. “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing we got married because I love you too, Leonardo Andrea Rizzoli DeLaine.”

“That sounds right. But it’s quite a mouthful.”

“You are,” Payton replied with a sinful grin. “But I can handle it.”

Then my sexy husband showed me exactly what he meant.

Payton-the next day

Lennie and I had breakfast and then headed back to his place so he could grab a change of clothes. Then we checked up on Valen and Petyr before heading to work. Thankfully, both guys were feeling better. Not great, but at least they were able to eat again. We insisted on giving them the rest of Nonna’s soup and Lennie assured his friends that it would set them right.

Both Valen and Petyr were more than happy to hear that Lennie and I were official.

After visiting our friends, we made our way to the studio before noon. Only this time, Lennie was holding my hand as we entered the building. Heads turned as we passed colleagues at reception, wishing them ‘good morning.’ The studio grapevine was about to explode. Well, by now, everyone knew we were married, but they probably didn’t expect that it would take.

Lennie slipped his arm around my waist as we made our way to Zoe’s office. “You sure know how to make an entrance, Angel.”

“Darling, it’s not me. Or us,” I replied with a cheeky grin. “They’ve just never seen you smile before.”

Lennie reached down and pinched my ass in retaliation.

“Don’t start that here,” I warned him. “Or I’ll drag you into one of the sound booths.”

“Why not? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught the boys in the band doing the exact same thing. I’m surprised this place doesn’t have a vending machine that sells lube.”

I laughed at that and leaned in to kiss him.

“I see the honeymoonisn’tover.”

I looked over my shoulder to find Brodie standing behind us, his usual smirk in place.

“No, it’s not,” I bragged. “But since Lennie and I are forever, our honeymoon can wait. Your hair, on the other hand, can’t.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?” Brodie asked, reaching up to play with his dark curls.

Lennie chuckled and shook his head at me.

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