Page 152 of Bodyguard By Night

The intimacy was almost too much—and exactly what I needed. Losing myself in her wet softness inside and out pushed back the doubts and fears that had crept in the closer we got home.

We tumbled into bed, and I finally shut off.

At least for a few hours, there was nothing to worry about but holding her close in the night.

I woke to her sitting in the sunshine beside me, the sheet shored up against her naked breasts. She didn’t have her phone. Instead it was an actual camera.

She lowered it when I held out a hand. “Really?”

“You looked so peaceful. It’s rare.”

I pulled my pillow over my face. “Shut up.”

“C’mon. This is just for me.”

I lowered it. “Why?”

She shrugged and the sheet dipped. She tried to right it, but I pulled her hand away. “Hey.”

“At least give me some incentive.”

She narrowed her eyes at me and let the sheet puddle around her waist. “Happy?”

I reached out to trace her cinnamon-colored nipple until it tightened under my touch. “Happier.”

She took a few more pictures and surprised me when she kept shooting as I tugged on her nipple. She licked her lips as I increased the pressure then moved to the other.

“What do you see?”

She swallowed. “How much you want me.”

I shifted under the sheet. “Always.”

The whir of the lens focusing was the only sound beyond her quiet gasp as the sheet lowered to see just how much I wanted her.

“Unless you’re going for some more interesting pictures, put the camera down, Chaos.”

She looked down at the camera’s viewfinder, her pupils dilating at what she saw. When she didn’t put down the camera, I let her have all the goods.

“Dear God, your body is some serious perfection.”

“Battered and scarred. It ain’t pretty, babe.”

“Oh, but it is.”

She trailed her fingers over the ridges of my abs to the lower lines that led to the base of my cock. There was a burn mark at my hip from some close call I couldn’t even remember. There were so many marks on my body that had no names or times attached in my memory.

Each moment was just something I got through until I went to the next warzone they sent me to.

She crawled over me and sat on my thighs. With one hand, she cupped my shaft and gave me a long stroke. I hissed as I lifted my hips to seat her more firmly.

Her camera wasn’t trained on my cock. No, she pressed the tip tight to her smooth, freckled belly, very out of frame. She rocked lightly as if she wanted me somewhere else.

God, I hoped she did.

I tucked my arm behind my head and let her do what she wanted, my jaw tight as she gripped me at the base.

She smiled as she changed the angle of the camera. “So stern and intense.”

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