Page 27 of Trust My Bodyguard

“Show me you want it,” he demands.

I push my hips into his fingers, pleading without words.

His conquering smile ignites a wildness inside me. I want what he’s willing to give. I want it all.

He pushes his hand inside my waistband and goes straight for my center. My eyes open wide as shock freezes my limbs.

Then he dips firm fingers past my clit and into my folds. I bite my tongue to withhold my scream.

“Come on,” he huffs. “Don’t hold back. Let your sister hear you being a needy, whiny girl.”

Iris. She could come out and see us this way. No. She likes long bathes. She said they’re therapeutic. My panic fades and I concentrate on the pleasure brewing in my lower belly.

“I see you telling yourself this is okay.” He chuckles. “Telling yourself that having your legs spread wide, being wet and willing to get fingered, is alright.”

His words send a flood straight to my core. I try to close my legs to hold it back, but he pushes my thighs apart and snakes two fingers through my folds.

“Goodness, I can feel that.” He groans. “You’re sopping wet already.”

My hands are clenched beside me. My teeth pressed together. If I let go, I’ll scream, ratting us out.

“You’ve been hot for me since the kiss, haven’t you?” He strokes through my folds again and again until my legs start shaking.

He doesn’t realize it was much earlier than that.

“Look at you.” He circles my wet hole. “Letting a man you hate so much play with your kitty.”

Him speaking my shame doesn’t embarrass me. It does the opposite. It sets me on fire.

He fetches the wetness from my folds and strokes around my clit. I bite my lip and roll my hips to the rhythm of his fingers.

“Horny girl,” he mutters. “Keep doing that. Keep fucking your greedy cunt on my fingers.”

Then he slides his fingers lower past my folds and to my aching hole. He tests the entrance with a few dips and just when I’m about to die from need, two thick fingers plunge inside.

Stars explode behind my eyelids and sensations spread through me. I brace myself and grind into his touch. The ridge of his palm comes to rest on my clit and I’m getting tortured in both sensitive spots.

His biceps strains as his fingers work faster. “That’s it, Ivy. Get your juices all over my hand. I know you’ve wanted to. Am I filling you up good?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Good.” His voice is strained. “Take all of it.” He pushes deeper. “This is your first lesson. You need to be opened up for bigger, don’t you?”

My knees start to knock and I’m struggling to hold myself up.

“Fuck. Your little pussy is fluttering all over my fingers. Is she close?”

“Yes, yes!” I whimper.

“Good.” He presses the heel of his palm into my clit and rubs harder as his fingers stroke faster.

My eyes go blind as pleasure shoots through me. I swallow my shout as I cream all over his fingers. Brody doesn’t let up, going at it for as long as I need to feel every sensation. It’s only when I grow still that he withdraws his hand.

I slump against the wall, shaken to my core. My head is bowed and I swallow deep, steadying breaths.

The atmosphere around me suddenly feels empty. I lift my gaze. Brody has stepped back and now watches me with an indifferent look on his face.

“Nick and Zane will be coming over later to tell us where things stand with the investigation.”

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