Page 97 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Get it done,” she urged.

As much as I wanted my wife to ride my dick right now, my desire had to wait. Her safety was most important. Tori stood near the elevator, waiting until I was done. Stalking toward her, I unbuttoned my suit jacket. Tori ran and jumped into my arms. I winced as pain struck my body, reminding me I’d been thrown from an exploding house a day ago. My hands slipped under her dress and gripped her thighs. Tori’s tongue glided across my lips.

“Baby, you’re mine. All mine,” she whispered.

“And my unhinged ass is all yours.” Tori flashed a wicked grin.

“I know the woman I married is trouble.” My teeth tugged her lower lip. “My little wife is trouble. My trouble.”

Tori swept her fingers through my hair. “I’m married to the sexiest man. I remember how wet I was when I first laid eyes on you.”

My fingers slipped along her soaked panties. “I love how wet you get for me.”

“Ritchie,” she moaned, circling her pussy against my fingers.

“Give me my dick, sexy husband.”

I walked toward the bedroom. “I’ll give you your dick, Mrs. Toscana.”

Tugging at her blonde strands, I inched her head backwards and sank my teeth into the side of her neck.

Tori gasped. “Ritchie, I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel you inside me.”

I released her neck and placed Tori on her feet. She didn’t waste time removing my tie as I unzipped the back of her dress.

“Two weeks,” she whispered as the dress slid down her curvy frame, pooling around her spiky stilettos.

“I’ve seen just about every day since I walked into your life.” Tears glistened in her eyes.

“Somehow we’ll get through it, Tori.”

She nodded as she removed my cufflinks, tossing them on the bed.

My eyes roamed her half naked body. “So beautiful.” I took her lips as I smoothed my hands down her neck before unhooking her bra.

“Remove your soaked panties,” I ordered.

I flicked her bra to the floor. Tori pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them aside.

“Fucking beautiful,” I muttered as my gaze poured over her cinnamon skin. My big hand curled around her neck, and I pushed her onto the bed.

“Ritchie, fuck me,” she begged.

Not wasting another minute, I stood to my full height and removed my clothes. Tori’s tongue slicked over her lips as she watched.

The second my wounds came into view, she frowned. Tori sat up and kissed around each wound on my abdomen, chest, side, and thighs.

“You almost died too many times...for me,” she cried.

Gripping her chin, I forced her eyes on mine. “Now you’re my wife. What lengths do you think I’ll go through to keep you safe?”

“I can’t lose you, Ritchie.”

My fingers brushed over the wound on her chest. “And you think I can live without you?” I roared.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Look at me, Tori.”

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