Page 124 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Please, Beck. I've been counting the minutes to get home to you. Don't make me wait any longer.”

I withdrew my finger from her sex and pulled my dick out of my loose sweatpants.

My broad tip rested against her entrance, the feeling of her slickness sending me dangerously close to finishing before I even entered her.

The power this woman held over me.

Luna wiggled in frustration before reaching between us and driving me home. I slid in easily and watched Luna hold her breath as she adjusted to my size.

Our foreheads met.

“You okay there?” I asked.

She nodded, a hand wandering to my ass. Her nails dug in, encouraging me to move.

I met her demand. Thrusting hard to hit her in the place I know she liked so much, the one that would put her over the edge.

We were fast, hurried, and I loved every second of it. It wasn't long until her breathing changed, and her grip tightened. The second the orgasm began to rock Luna, I lost any semblance of holding it together. I immediately came, filling her with my cum.

Once we milked the last of our orgasms, I pulled out of her, and slowly let her feet drop to the floor.

“My feet are wobbly. There's a good chance I'll need you to carry?—”

I swept her into my arms before she could even finish her sentence. She laid her head in the crook of my neck. “Now I'm sleepy.”

“Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll bring up your tea.”

Luna yawned. “Sounds lovely.”

She nestled there and was asleep before I laid her on my bed.

With a warm towel, I cleaned her up and pulled the comforter over her lithe body. Then I climbed in after her and fell asleep, Luna’s tea long forgotten.

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I awakened to fingers stroking my back. Luna must have stayed. I stretched, letting her fingers work their magic, and I suppressed a shiver.

“I know you're awake,” she said, her warm breath on the back of my ear. She began planting kisses there and hitched a leg over my body.

“I could get used to you being Big Spoon.”

Luna chuckled sleepily. “You wish. Special circumstances.”

She was right, and I took a minute to appreciate it. “You stayed the whole night.”

Luna nipped at my earlobe. “I did. By the way, you need to put a shirt on before you go downstairs. I may have been alittleaggressive with these long fingernails while you were having your way with me last night.”

I turned around, so we faced each other, completely unbothered that she’d marked me up. I proudly took the claiming.Still. “Have my way with you? What is this, some regency romance?”

“God, I wish. You know I love me some Captain Wentworth.”

I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “A second-chance romance. That does sound like something you'd appreciate.”

She gaped. “You knowPersuasion?”

I shrugged. “It's only my favorite Austen novel.”

“Since when do you know Austen?”

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