Page 15 of Saving Bonnie

In the next second, my back’s against something solid yet soft. I open my eyes to find myself facing the ceiling. We’re on the bed, at the foot of the mattress. He’s working his way across my chest, peeling open the silky material along the way.

The warmth of a large palm cups the underside of my breast, his lips grazing my nipple. Every caress, every brush of his lips sends my blood rushing throughout my body. What is he doing to me? How can he make me feel all this? He sits back, licking my tummy while his hand strokes the inside of my thigh. Then he brings his thumb up my pussy, making my body clench instinctively.

He stops to watch, and there’s a feeling of him restraining himself. It’s so strong, I’m at the point of squirming. “Is this where you hold the little flower?”

The flower? In an instant, all the wonderful sexiness going through me disappears. He. Went. Through. My drawers. Embarrassment spreads through me. Yes, I have trouble finishing sometimes, so I bought the small, inconspicuous toy. Something I could hide easily.

I bring my hands over my breasts. “This isn’t part of our deal.” It’s a little too personal for me, a little too fast.

The curtain goes down behind his eyes. He’s back to being the man who walked into the kitchen last night. “You’re right,” he replies in that detached manner of his.

In the next instant, he burrows a hand under my hip and grips my calf. Two seconds later I’m flipped and laid on my stomach, one hand under my chest, staring at the pillows. The satin robe glides up, leaving my bottom bare.

I swallow hard. Now, facedown, propped on my knees, I’m in a position where I really can’t say much.

“This is so much hotter,” he drawls from behind me.

My heartbeat increases, heightening my senses. If we hadn’t gone through everything last night, if he hadn’t installed a complete security system to keep me safe, I might have found the ability to walk away. As things are now, this is exactly what I agreed to in exchange for his protection. The impersonal business transaction.

His thumb slides over my pussy, and my muscles clench. His touch is still foreign, despite the fact this isn’t our first time together. He pulls his hand away, and I bite my lip, trying to hold in a protest. A second later, his palm lands against the curve of my butt with a loud smack.

My gasp fills the room. I can’t believe he just did this to me again. The response earns me another smack. His fingers land closer to my center. Does he think I’m trying to suppress what I’m feeling again? Is that what got him going last night?

His hand connects a third time. I suck in a breath, releasing it through open lips. I may not be sure why he’s doing it, but deep inside, I like it…and he knows it.

His fingers glide over my slick folds, and I fight to keep still. As it is, the caress is amplified by the blood rushing to the sensitive skin he targeted. I grasp the bedspread, dragging it closer. How can he expect me to avoid responding when my pulse is pounding against him?

Another finger joins in and his caresses grow bolder. He sweeps down between my folds, rolling over my clit. I shift my lower back, half expecting to be smacked. At this point, I don’t care. I’m thrusting my hips to plead for more, and the man doesn’t disappoint. My moans are muffled against the bed. My breasts flattened against the mattress as he continues the sweet torture.

“Spread your legs,” he commands in a rough voice.

Yes. All modesty is gone. He can have whatever he wants. Whenever he wants. Because no man has ever made me feel like everything inside me is ready to explode.

My nipples ache. The only relief I have is rolling my shoulders to allow myself some pressure against my breasts. What I need is his hard cock inside me for another pulse-pounding ride to the edge of the cliff.

His hot breath fans over my pussy, my brain barely registers what he’s about to do. My lips part, and my toes curl for an eternity. Then his lips touch me. My hips buck, hypersensitive to his touch.

His tongue sweeps across me in a bold move, dragging the air out of my lungs. That doesn’t stop him, it encourages him. He’s relentless, using his fingers, as his mouth runs over me in the most delicious ways.

He focuses somewhere behind the little bundle of nerves, his tongue making my body move on its own now, pushing me to the edge. I clutch at the bedcovers, my wrists twisting as he catapults me over the edge with one final stroke. I lose the last of my breath on a scream muffled by the quilted bedspread.

Seconds tick by, and I slowly gather my wits. Tino… I glance over my shoulder, not knowing what to expect. Yet, I’m still surprised to find myself alone.

*****

Tino

“Maybe we should leave this for another time,” Kassy suggests.

“What?” The note of concern in her voice snaps me to attention. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“We were talking about Bonnie’s apron.” She snaps her fingers “Then poof, you were gone.”

Oh yeah, Bunny and her cups. “I’m good.”

“You’ve been sleeping on a wooden bench for a couple of days, and you spent last night working on security for the café.” She glances over from where she’s watching the video feed on another monitor. “You’ve been awake more than twenty-four hours now.”

I scoff, dismissing her concerns. “Not like this is the first time we’ve had a long stakeout.” Tracking a mark has no timeline. Finding someone can take hours or days. The ones with a digital footprint eventually surface, needing their technology fix. Ones like Conrado are another matter. They can disappear into Mexico, living under someone else’s roof for an undetermined amount of time.

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