Page 68 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

I smiled back at him, kissing his lips again as he continued to fuck me with wild abandon.

Suddenly, Ritchie lifted my body while still inside of me and turned us so that we were sitting on the bed. He held me tightly in his lap.

“Tori, baby, fuck me like you did this morning. Like you own this dick.”

Ritchie leaned back on the mattress, looking up at me.

I inched backward, meeting his gaze. “I do own this dick. Nobody else can have what belongs to me.”

“They sure as hell can’t,” he growled, gripping my ass tightly.

“Not your neighbor or any other women,” I bit out.

“They don’t matter, Tori.”

I leaned forward, continuing to ride him hard. “They’ll find out soon enough I’m not the one to fuck with.”

Ritchie tangled his fingers in my blonde hair, thrusting into me with unbridled passion.

My body convulsed against his as I reached climax, and I could feel him filling me with his own release. Thank goodnessfor birth control; we were definitely not ready to be parents yet. But surprisingly, the thought didn’t scare me as much as it used to.

“Baby, we’re here,” Ritchie whispered in my ear.

“Where?” I mumbled in a groggy state.

“Vegas,” he replied.

My eyes popped opened, and I peered out the window, my eyes drawn to the glittering casinos of the Vegas strip in the bright sunlight as the plane began its descent.

My heart leapt in my chest.

His hand squeezed mine. “We’ll order food and eat in the suite. Since Arlis has to continue to monitor me. Later we’ll stroll the strip.”

Arlis met us at a private airstrip in Chicago. After we boarded the jet, he gave me a thorough examination before promising to do the same for Ritchie while I took a nap. He reassured me that he’d examine me later that evening once we were settled in our hotel suite in Vegas.

I met Ritchie’s gaze. “We probably weren’t supposed to have sex,” I muttered.

“That’s true. After all I was thrown out of an exploding house,” he chuckled.

“But I couldn’t resist my drop-dead gorgeous woman. And I damn sure won’t be able to resist her later tonight.” Ritchie winked.

I smiled. “I’ll sleep like a baby.”

The wheels hit the runway smoothly.

“You certainly will, baby,” he assured.

We were driven to the Bellagio hotel in luxury, which was turning into the only way my rich boyfriend did anything. I relaxed and enjoyed the smooth ride in the backseat of the luxurious Maybach. As we stepped out of the car, I couldn’t take my eyes off the stunning beauty of the hotel. Enthralled, wemade our way through the lobby and ordered a meal at one of the exclusive restaurants. My boyfriend held me close as we rode up to one of the penthouse suites. He was working tirelessly to keep my panic attacks under control.

As the elevator doors opened, we sauntered inside.

“Ritchie, this suite is absolutely gorgeous,” I gushed, as I took in all the vibrant colors that brought a sense of peace to my soul.

You can’t stay in the room, Tori. You have to step outside and walk amongst the crowd of people.

I felt a twinge of anxiety at the thought, but Ritchie’s hands on my arms reassured me. “Just imagine walking through the busy streets of Chicago,” he said soothingly. “It’ll be fine.”

He could always read my mind and help push down my insecurities.

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