Page 120 of The Stalker

“Hayden…” she said in a warning tone, unable to form the words to tell him this was a bad idea.

“I know that you can stop me if you want to.”

His voice was as smooth as honey and washed over her like a caress. He was wrong, though. Tatiana didn’t think that she could bring herself to stop him even if she wanted to; and she very much didn’t want to.

“Stop me, Tati.”

There was so much desire in his expression, but he was giving her the opportunity to stop this, to get back to something of a professional relationship. She couldn’t look away from his gaze as he moved toward her so slowly that it felt like she was watching him move in slow motion. When he was standing inches away from her, she tilted her face up and he continued to look in her eyes as he reached a hand forward and began removing the pins that were holding her hair in its braid.

The braid came loose, and it finally fell as he pulled the last pin out and placed it on the vanity next to him with the others. His eyes were dark with lust, and she was painfully aware that he was only clothed in a towel. Using both hands, he reached behind her head, and he removed the elastic at the end of her braid before he began pulling it apart. Her nostrils were invaded by the scent of him, woody and masculine, and his broad chest eclipsed her view. She didn’t mean to do it, but she leaned forward and kissed his chest without thinking.

At once, Hayden fisted a hand in her hair as he leaned back from her and tilted her face back up toward his. He lowered his head, and his lips crashed against hers. The pent-up sexual tension that she’d been resisting for months exploded inside her. His kiss was electrifying, and she felt it ricochet throughout her entire body. She reached her arms up to wrap them around his neck and pressed herself against him. He was already hard underneath the towel, and she had never before felt as ready for sex as she was in that moment.

Hayden took the hand that wasn’t holding her hair and slid it between them to find the waistband of her jeans. He slipped his hand underneath it and pushed two fingers in and out of her with ease before he began to rub her clit, causing Tatiana to moan as they kissed.

“Do you want this, Tati?” he growled into her ear.

“Yes, I do,” she choked out around another moan.

Hayden pulled his hand out of her pants, placed both hands on her hips, and spun her to face the vanity. He took her hands in his and she felt his muscled body against her back as he reached forward and placed them on the vanity in front of her so that she was bent over in front of him. She was panting as he reached around her waist and unbuttoned her jeans before sliding both them and her underwear down to her ankles. He slid two fingers inside her again as he used his other hand to reach under her top. She felt him stiffen as his hand slid past her holstered gun, but he relaxed as it made its way under her bra to play with her breasts.

“Look at me,” he instructed, and Tatiana looked in the mirror at him.

He smiled at her as she watched them both in the mirror. Tatiana’s ecstasy was written across her face as he fingered her. He was all tanned muscles, and she groaned with satisfaction when he pulled his hand out from under her top and dropped his towel. Hayden’s cock was impressive, and Tatiana ached to feel him inside her.

“One second,” he told her as he moved into the bedroom.

Instinctively, Tatiana turned her head to watch him, even as she remained where she was. He stayed in her line of sight as he picked up his wallet and pulled a foil packet out of it. He walked back toward her, stroking his cock as he ripped the condom packet open, dropped it in the bathroom’s trash can, and rolled the condom onto his cock.

He positioned himself behind her, then placed a hand on her hip and used the other to guide himself into her opening.

“Oh, fuck, you feel better than I imagined,” Hayden told her.

“I could definitely say the same,” Tatiana whimpered, feeling wonderfully full with him.

Hayden leaned forward and kissed her neck before he stood back up, held her hips, and began to fuck her.

“Look at me,” he told her when her eyes closed.

Tatiana opened her eyes and locked her gaze with his as they fucked. He would repeat the instruction any time her gaze strayed from his, and she found it incredibly intense to fuck him like this. Hayden reached around and began to stroke her clit again as he pumped in and out of her.

She watched them fucking in the mirror and kept her eyes meeting his. It wasn’t long at all before a powerful orgasm crashed over her and she moaned his name loudly. He grinned and put his hand back on her hip to hold her steady as he thrust in and out of her until he groaned as she felt him come inside her.

She was still looking in his eyes in the mirror as he pulled out of her. He lifted her upright, then turned her to face him before he kissed her again. It was a soft kiss this time, and Tatiana parted her lips for him before he deepened it.

What the fuck have you done?!

Everything came rushing back to Tatiana as he kissed her, and she stiffened. Hayden must have felt it because he ended their kiss at once.

“Tati?”

She felt sick. She’d had sex with a client, something that she’d sworn she would never do. He was standing naked in front of her, and her pants were around her ankles. She ignored the pleasurable aching that she was feeling from the way he’d so recently stretched her intimate area.

“Say something,” Hayden said, looking worried.

“That shouldn’t have happened, Hayden. It can’t happen again.”

Tatiana swiftly pulled her pants back up and walked out of the room. She fought against the nausea as she struggled with the guilt she felt. She’d been hired to protect Hayden, and she had crossed the boundaries of professionalism with him time and time again.

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