Page 101 of Keep Her from Them

My errant pulse skipped at the sight of her. “Come here.”

She slipped into the room, and, ah fuck, she was still naked, but sadly not for long as she snagged my t-shirt and pulled it over her head. The moment she was in reach, I tugged her to my lap, discarding the tablet. Her knees slipped to the sofa cushions either side of my hips, and I held her waist.

“I woke and you’d gone.” She tilted her head.

“Not far.”

“What…? Never mind. It isn’t any of my business.”

Under her, my dick pulsed, getting hard already, despite my mood. Alex took a sweet little inhale.

“I won’t hide anything from ye, and ignore my dick. It isn’t like he’s been neglected.” I collected the tablet up again and showed her the screen. “Data tracking my father.”

She studied it. “You do that?”

“It’s a method to help us feel safe from him.”

“What are you looking for?”

“Changes to his patterns. The only protection we have is Ariel’s dossier of evidence. If he goes ahead and betrays the people he’s working with, that’s of no help to us anymore.”

“Did you find anything?”

“No.”

Her gaze left the screen and returned to me, curious, and with something resembling sorrow in its depths. “Does midnight research work when you’re stressing out?”

“Usually.”

“But not tonight.”

Ah fuck, she knew already. The connection between us had been strong from the start, and it was only growing. I’d found my person. My heart told me so. From the first, I’d wanted to protect her, then I’d been dying to take her home. Now I had her here, she was showing me just how much she wanted to understand me right back.

It was a startling, beautiful realisation, and I couldn’t answer her from the strength of it, but I didn’t need to. Alex pressed her lips to my cheek.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to talk about it?”

My dick throbbed again, my blood pumping faster. “Not now.”

“I hate you being sad. I can’t do anything about that, but I can do this.”

She stripped the shirt and moved my hands to her breasts while she kissed me, then shifted her position to free my dick, stroking me from root to tip.

I groaned, loving the feel of her touch and happily distracted from my thoughts.

But this wasn’t going the way I expected. Alex broke our kiss, gave me a pretty smirk, and climbed off my lap to slide down my body. She knelt on the floor between my legs and fitted her mouth to the end of my dick.

I tipped my head back at how fucking good that felt. Her hot mouth. The light suck she gave me as a warm-up. I couldn’t stare down at her clever tongue in action or I’d come in under a minute.

My princess wasn’t having it. She came off me. “Watch me blow you.”

Damn, fuck, God. I obeyed her and enjoyed the image of the stunning woman sweeping her silky dark hair to one side and gliding her mouth over me.

On her knees, Alex drove me crazy. I speared my fingers into her hair but fisted the sofa back with my other hand to stop from grabbing her too hard. She tongued, sucked, and teased me, cupping my balls and running her thumb over them until I bucked into her mouth and cried out.

My breathing had turned ragged. She owned not only my heart but every single part of my body.

Though I fought to control myself, I throbbed in her mouth, and Alex came off me, her hand replacing her mouth, working me faster.

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