Page 94 of Trust My Bodyguard

“Just the zipper, Ivy?” His warm breath ghosts on my back. “Or did you want something else?”

Something soft presses between my shoulder blades. A kiss. The knowledge brings on a swift tremor that makes me lose my breath.

“Just the zipper,” I gasp.

“Liar.” His hand flattens on my back and travels down my spine to my waist. Then he cups my hip. Roughly.

The shock of the motion makes me jump, bouncing slightly on his hardening cock.

A groan sounds behind me, and immediately after, “Do it again.”

I brace my hands on his knees and rock back into him.

“Good girl.” He holds my hips for a few seconds, showing me just how to work my ass on him.

Then he leaves me to it and resumes exploring my body with bold, audacious hands. Going everywhere. Caressing everything.

Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch, and very soon, I’m panting and pleading to be touched where it matters most.

Brody doesn’t disappoint. He trails his hands up my thighs, making my dress bunch higher. His forehead meets my back as he massages the inside of my thighs. “Legs. Wider.”

Moaning, I open myself for his touch, still getting as much friction as I can from his turgid length.

He takes the room I give, and his hands move up. Now, at the junction of my thighs, he feels me up, making me languid with want but not entirely taking the pleasure higher.

I take matters into my hands, grinding against him in a manner that allows my clit to brush his fingers.

A cry leaves my lips, and my tension tightens my lower back.

“Jesus. Ivy.” He keeps still and allows me to rub myself on his fingers. “You need it that much?”

“What do you think?” The edge in my voice is softened by my whimpers.

But thankfully, he understands my need. Wasting no time, he brushes aside the flimsy underwear and places a stiff thumb on my clit.

“Rub yourself all over it, baby. Make yourself come.”

As if waiting for permission, pleasure sings through my body, and I work harder, faster, rubbing my clit all over his thumb.

“Fuck,” he growls behind me. Then he slips two fingers past my soaked slit and into my needy pussy.

Tears gather at the edge of my vision as my pleasure swells. I pant and whine, every motion dragging me to completion.

Brody cheers me on, telling me how sexy he thinks I am as I fuck myself all over his fingers. Then he asks for my juices. “Get my fingers all wet, baby. I want to taste what I do to you. Give me that much.”

I have no choice but to let go. Pleasure explodes inside me, and I throw my head back, rolling my hips as quickly as I can, trying to stretch the feeling. It feels too good, and I don’t want it to end.

Brody stays with me as I whine and tremble. He absorbs the weight of my frame once I collapse against him, satisfied.

“Good girl.” He plants a kiss on my neck. “Did that feel good?”

I nod, unable to speak.

“Good.” His hand rides up my neck and wraps around my throat. “Because it’s only the beginning.”

He twists me around and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I’m not given a moment to catch on or find my stride. Brody kisses me with such strength and intention, owning my every breath and whimper.

“Brody,” I whimper.

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