Page 74 of Sworn to Protect

His voice is steady, but his eyes—those fucking molten honey eyes—betray him. They’re clouded with something I can’t quite place. Fear? Dread? Regret? Whatever it is, it’s enough to make my stomach churn.

“Hold that thought,” I blurt out, my voice trembling. “I want to go check on the boys.”

I bolt down the hall, my legs shaky, my insides a war zone. I can’t do this. I can’t let him go. Not yet. Not when I’ve finally found someone who makes me happy after years of just existing. Not when he’s the only one who’s ever made me feel like a woman again.

I push open the door to the boys’ room. They’re sprawled out in their beds, deep asleep. Peaceful. Their angelic faces don’t have acare in the world. My heart breaks. They’ve already lost one father figure. How the hell are they going to handle losing Nate?

“Fuck,” I whisper, running a hand through my hair. Jordan’s words echo in my mind. Damn it. He was right. I shouldn’t have let Nate get so close. But it’s too late for that now. Too late to protect my heart and theirs.

I fight back the tears threatening to spill and head to the bathroom. If this is it, if this is my last night with him, I’m going to make it count. I’m going to remind him exactly what he’s walking away from.

I freshen up and ignore my trembling hands as I swipe on a coat of red lipstick and slip into Jill’s gift—The Enticer. The black lace clings to my curves like a second skin, the sheer fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. My tits spill out of the front-closure bra, my nipples already hard from the thought of what’s coming next. The G-string hugs my ass like it was made for me, and the spiked heels make my legs look endless.

I glance at my reflection, my breath catching in my throat. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter. I look like I belong in some raunchy porno, not standing in my hallway about to seduce a man who’s about to break my fucking heart.

But that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

I find Nate by the window, his broad shoulders tense, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He doesn’t even hear me come in, too lost in whatever thoughts are tearing him apart.

I clear my throat, and he turns around.

“Holy fuck.” Honey-rich eyes widen as they rake over me. His gaze lingers on my tits, my hips, and my thighs before finally meeting my eyes. The hunger in his stare sets my entire body on fire, and I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs.

“You like?” I ask, my voice dripping with seduction.

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he strides over to me, grabs my waist, and pulls me against him. His cock is already hard, pressing against my stomach through his jeans, and it takes everything in me not to moan at the contact.

“Fuck yeah, I like,” he growls, his voice low and husky.

He finds my neck and kisses me softly, flicking his tongue against my skin. His hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing them, and teasing my pebbled nipples through the lace. A moan escapes my lips the moment I feel his cock twitch against me.

“Bedroom,” I whisper, guiding him down the hall.

He doesn’t argue, his hands never leaving my body as I lead him to bed. I push him down and work my fingers quickly to unbutton his shirt until exposing his chiseled abs that drive me fucking wild. I take my time running my palms across every ridge and valley before moving to his belt.

“Mackenzie,” he groans, his voice strained as I unzip his jeans and pull them down, along with his briefs. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the tip already wet with precum. I wrap my hand around the shaft, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat thrumming against my palm. “I wanted to talk first.”

He tosses his head back with another guttural groan that sends a shiver straight to my core.

“Shh.” I press a finger to his lips, silencing him. My heart pounds, the rhythm matching the steady pace of my hand. “Talking is overrated.” Before he can protest, I cup his balls, feeling the weight of them in my palm, and give them a gentle squeeze. “Lie back.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He leans back on his elbows, chest heaving. His eyes darken with lust as they follow me, crawling onto the bed, my hips swaying with every movement.

I’ve never felt this bold, thisdominantbefore. Maybe The Enticer works in reverse because it sure as hell enticesmeto explore a side of myself I never knew existed.

Nate’s expression is pure heat, his jaw clenched, his gaze raking over me like he’s about to devour me whole. The look alone is empowering, let alone encouraging.

I position myself between his legs, my eyes locked on him as I take my palm and rub the length of his cock. Damn, he was blessed in the manhood department. It’s the kind of dick thatmakes me wet just looking at it. I lean down and wrap my red-painted lips around the tip of his cock. His hips jerk violently, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” He brushes the back of his fingers against my cheek as I bob my head, taking him deeper with each stroke.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing him, savoring the salty taste of his precum before sinking down again. My hands work the base of his cock in time with my mouth, my fingers tightening and loosening in a rhythm that has him gasping. He’s larger than anyone I’ve ever done this to, and self-doubt rears its ugly head. I hope he’s enjoying this as much as I like giving.

But I’m not done yet. I want to make this last. I want to drive himwild.

I pull back slightly, letting his cock slip from my lips, and trail my tongue down the underside of his shaft. His velvety skin is hot under my mouth, the veins throbbing as I tease him with feather-light licks and kisses. I take one of his balls into my mouth, sucking gently. He twitches and moans about me. His cock jerks in response, and I smile against his skin as I release him and move to the other side.

“Fucking hell, Mackenzie,” he breathes, his voice ragged. “You’re going to kill me.”

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