Page 16 of Provoking Bryan

“You may be in charge in matters of security. But I’m in charge in bed. We’ll use—what is it they all use? The stoplight system.”

As Sara leaned back against the soft pillows, she felt her body tense with anticipation as his warm breath tickled her skin. Goosebumps formed on her arms and a shiver ran down her spine. She couldn't help but smile at the familiar sensation that always came when he was near

He pushed her legs further apart and dragged his finger over her sensitive and needy sex.

He smiled and dropped his head. His tongue circled her clit, and she thought she might come right then and there. It had been so long, and every cell in her body lit up in anticipation. He pushed two fingers inside her and continued to circle his tongue around her throbbing nub. When he sucked her clit inside hismouth, Sara’s body lifted off the bed, and her eyes flew open. The orgasm that washed over her was not like any other she’d ever experienced. She fell back and closed her eyes, taking in the moment.

Bryan began to make his way back up her body. She let her legs open wider, excited for what was next. He positioned himself over her, snugging his cock up to her entrance and slowly pushing inside. Sara helped to ensure he was in by wrapping her legs around his body.

He stilled and looked down at her. “You’re gorgeous.”

“More,” she whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. He pulled out and then thrust back in. Sara cried out from the arousal that surged through her body again. Over and over, he pounded into her, and Sara reveled in his attention. She hadn’t expected the doctor to be as strong and virile a lover as he was.

He pulled her behind up a bit, so she was almost sitting on his thighs. The movement positioned his cock in the perfect spot, and another orgasm began to build low in her belly. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and pushed her back against the mattress.

As Bryan thrust into her repeatedly, her inner walls shook and quivered as she tried to wrap her head around the intense pleasure he was giving her. Her breath sped up, and the noises she began making were more whimper than moan as her orgasm rushed over her.

Sara’s body stiffened in anticipation, and her breathing became faster and more erratic. Then suddenly, it was as if the bottom fell out of her world, and she was spinning in a freefall of ecstasy. Bryan gave a last ferocious, deep thrust, grinding against her as he spilled himself inside her. Her pussy spasmed, clamping down hard, greedily milking his cock. Herlegs trembled as she writhed in his hold, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms.

Sara stirred awake, the faint hum of the security monitors pulling her from the edges of sleep. The small safe house was quiet save for the distant crash of waves against the rocky shore. The events of the day lingered in her muscles, but her mind was sharp, restless.

She sat up slowly, running a hand through her hair, and grabbed Bryan’s shirt from where it was draped over the chair nearby. It smelled faintly of him, and she pulled it on, the fabric soft and oversized against her skin.

Padding softly into the living area, she approached the security console, her eyes scanning the monitors. The feeds were still—just dark stretches of sand and brush under the faint glow of the moon. Nothing seemed out of place, but she knew better than to trust appearances.

Her fingers brushed the edges of the keyboard as she adjusted the cameras’ angles and ensured the infrared cameras were working as well. Satisfied, she exhaled and turned toward the island, turning the risen dough out of the bowl, then punching it down and kneading it again before putting it back in the bowl to rise a second time.

She then headed to the porch, needing fresh air to clear her brain. Usually, making bread did that, but she knew that from this time forward, she would always associate making bread with Bryan.

The wooden boards creaked under her bare feet as she stepped outside. The salty breeze wrapped around her, cool and refreshing, and she rested her hands on the railing, staring outat the dark expanse of the sea. The moonlight painted the waves silver, the horizon endless and daunting.

She felt him before she heard him. Bryan’s presence was steady, grounding, even when he wasn’t trying.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” she asked without turning, her voice soft but carrying over the sound of the waves.

He stepped closer, his movements unhurried. “Didn’t need to,” he replied, his voice a low rumble.

When his arm wrapped around her waist, she stiffened for a fraction of a second before letting herself lean into him. The warmth of his body at her back was a comfort she hadn’t expected.

They stood there in silence for a long while, the ocean stretching before them, the world shrinking to just the two of them.

“You okay?” he asked finally, his voice gentle.

Sara swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “I don’t know.”

Bryan didn’t push, didn’t demand answers or explanations. He simply stayed, his hand resting lightly on her hip, his presence enough to keep her grounded.

“I don’t do this,” she said after a while, her voice barely above a whisper.

“This?” he prompted, his tone free of judgment.

She exhaled, shaking her head. “Let people in. Let them see me like this.”

Bryan tightened his arm around her, a subtle gesture that felt like both reassurance and challenge. “Maybe that’s why you need to.”

His words sent a shiver through her, though she wasn’t sure if it was the breeze or the truth in them.

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