Page 8 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 1

I had fought a hard-on all damn day without reprieve. For such a big house, I had run into her constantly today.

Once we returned with our luggage and equipment, we spent the better part of the day installing the security equipment: cameras, sensors, and extra locks on all external doors. We turned the second-floor study into my tech base of operations. From here, with the bevy of computers and monitor screens, I could watch every inch of the house’s interior.

It was a first step toward securing the estate and protecting Kylie, as well as gathering all the intel we hoped to find on her husband’s business dealings with Luka Santos. Tomorrow we would tackle the exterior. That meant more camera feeds funneling into these computers to manage. But if I couldn’t handle security footage on this scale, I was in the wrong line of work.

I had already tapped into the feed of the original security system. This way, I could review all the prior footage for a complete understanding of the estate. Although to do a job of this magnitude and pull it off successfully, we had to add a shit ton of cameras and motion sensors outside to monitor and spot any external movement.

But for tonight at least, the house and the Phoenix were secure.

I located a backlog of videos from the security camera feed. It was like Christmas and my birthday rolled into one. Tomorrow was soon enough to start combing through all the footage. The fact that Carlos Vega hadn’t erased any of the surveillance that was recorded was incredibly dumb on the dude’s part. Likely one of the reasons he was dead. But then, most people weren’t computer savvy, not even criminals.

My fingers flew over the keyboard as I sat in front of the bank of monitors. I went room by room, switching camera feeds and ensuring every camera we added was online and fully operational. There were extra cameras at each entrance, both inside and on the external door outside her bedroom. Axel was stationed outside Kylie’s door. He’d not left her side most of the day. Lucky bastard. I saluted him through the screen.

“You good in here?” Gideon poked his head into the room.

“Yeah. Everything’s quiet on the western front.” I laughed at my own humor.

“Good. I’m gonna get some shut eye. I’ll relieve you at zero four hundred and take over in here so you can get some rest.”

“Roger that.” I nodded at Gideon and mock-saluted him. “Watching her will be a far cry easier than some of our previous assignments.”

“She’s a means to an end.”

“A hot means to that end. I definitely wouldn’t kick her out of bed.”

Gideon sighed heartily. I knew it was because of the load he carried, being in charge of our unit and always looking out for us. Just like he’d done when we were in the Marines. “Call me if something pops up.” He strode away, leaving me alone in the room.

I understood his attitude, Gideon’s indifference toward Kylie. The last woman we shared burned us to a fucking crisp. It had left each of us broken in our own ways, and Gideon kept himself contained and aloof because of it. But I doubted he’d be averse to taking the widow with the sweet, heart-shaped ass to bed.

But in his defense, his brother had been murdered by Santos eight months ago. The only thing driving him now was revenge.

And I understood it. If it had been my brother Santos had killed, there wasn’t a place on Earth he could hide where I wouldn’t hunt him down.

It was one of the reasons I was here now. To help my brother from another mother get his vengeance. While at the same time following orders from our commander at the Central Intelligence Agency.

I switched my attention back to the computer screens. I familiarized myself with the rooms, the hallways, and darkened corners where men could hide, taking note of where I thought we needed to improve security.

Then with a few keystrokes, I checked on our lovely widow.

“Fuck me.”

My jaw slackened. She was a fucking knockout. A goddess among mere mortals. And she was currently naked as the day she was born, sexily sprawled in her bed. Her hands roved over her body, caressing herself.

My dick throbbed at the sight. Painfully.

Kylie had high, firm breasts with pale pink nipples. They were large enough to fill my hands, and I wanted to suck on those beautiful nipples until they reddened. Kylie plucked at the buds, rubbing her thighs together as her ardor rose.

I couldn’t watch her masturbate. I shouldn’t watch her do this.

But fuck me, it would take my entire Raiders unit to drag my gaze away. And even then, I would fight them just to catch the show.

The luminous waves of her cinnamon-hued hair was spread over the pillows. I wondered if it was as soft as it looked. A few tendrils fell over her slim shoulders. Transfixed, I watched one of her hands descend over her torso. When her hand dipped down between her thighs, I groaned.

“She’s killing me.”

Unable to help myself as her thighs fell open, I hit a few commands and magnified her image. She was the most perfectly formed woman. She was Aphrodite sent down to tempt me.

I gazed with ravenous hunger at her bare pussy, imagining her taste and how she’d feel with my cock buried in her sheath. I groaned when her delicate fingers rubbed her pink clit. Pleasure contorted her features.

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