Page 87 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
I let her sense the arousal tightening my balls, making my cock leak.
Oh.
Happy. Sad. Angry. No matter what you do, you turn me on. When you’re happy, I want to celebrate with you. When you’re down, I want to pleasure you and chase the clouds away.
My hand moved faster.
And when I’m angry?
I groaned aloud.Baby, when you’re angry I want to fuck you into the mattress until you’re screaming my name for a different reason.
Tell me how you would do that.
The heat she was sending down the bond was scorching, but her anger was gone.
Even without her beside me, the angry sex was off the charts. How had I been so stupid as to wait five years before claiming my mate?
I would lick your pussy until you came. Twice.
Good start.Her arousal pulsed down the bond.
Then I would get a toy and shove it deep in your pussy, getting you ready for my big dick.
My balls tightened, getting ready to release my cum. Not yet. I wouldn’t come until my mate did.
Bastien…
Her mental voice was sultry. Breathy. She was close.
And then I would split you open with my dick. I’d pound into you until you screamed my name. And when you gushed around me I’d fill you with my cum. I’d fill your perfect pussy until it was overflowing.
Yes. Oh yes. Her pleasure rushed down the bond. Her orgasm picked me up, carrying me along like a rogue wave. My hips lifted as my own release took me, cum spurting from the tip all over my hand and my stomach.
Breathing heavily, I pulled off my shirt, using it to clean myself up.
Next time I come, will be inside you, I promised.I’m getting out of here.
Chapter 74
Electra
After I came hard, from Bastien’s dirty talk and the scorching heat and images he’d sent down the bond, we’d talked about a plan to get him out. Then, exhausted, I slept like a dead woman for about eight hours and didn’t wake until morning sunlight lit the room.
At first, he had tried to bring me around to the idea gently, reassuring me that even if he could no longer be President, he would be able to take care of me and provide for us.
Lying in the bed, my lips lifted in a smile. As if I cared about whether he was President. I didn’t love him because of his status or wealth.
I don’t care, I told him down the bond.I just want you. Any way I can have you.
You really mean that, don’t you. He sounded surprised. Despite the bond and the years I’d worked for him, there was still so much we didn’t know about each other. We’d both kept so many secrets from each other.
Of course.
There was a thoughtful silence, then,You never seemed to enjoy any of the places I took you to. I was trying to impress you. I thought you’d like the luxury.
I sent him a mental shrug. They aren’t really my style.
I’m a bit slow on the uptake, but I’ve figured that out now. What would you want, if you had the choice?
