Page 39 of Off-Limits Protector Daddy

“Come with me,” Aria says, her gaze traveling the length of my body.

I watch her as she walks into the bedroom, leaving the door open. It’s a bad idea, but I get up and follow her. She grins and shimmies out of her jeans, tossing them to the side. I can’t take my eyes off her as she whips her hoodie over her head and tosses it to the side.

My gaze travels down her body, and my cock aches as I stare at her black lace bra and thong. It complements the sun-kissed tone of her skin and has me wanting to drag my tongue along the valley between her breasts.

“What do you think you’re doing, princessa?” I ask as she crawls into the middle of the bed and leans back against the pillows.

She runs her hands along her body, a devilish smile on her face. “I don’t know, Copper, what am I doing?”

This is a bad idea. A very bad idea. Walk away, now.

It’s a terrible idea and one that I shouldn’t be entertaining. If I were a better man, I wouldn’t entertain it at all.

I’m not a good man, even if the look she gives me wasn’t one that would have saints dropping to their knees and crawling after her.

Instead, I close the door to the bedroom before stripping. My clothes land in a heap with hers. I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her body.

Aria’s breath hitches as I trail my fingers down her stomach before pressing against her wet slit through the thin material. She rolls her hips, urging me to keep touching her.

I grin and dip my head to kiss her neck, pressing my growing erection into her. My tongue traces the hollow of her throat before I nip at her sensitive flesh.

“Are you going to keep teasing me?” she asks as she runs her hands over my shoulders, tracing the pattern of my tattoos. A shudder rolls through my body as she digs her nails into my skin and draws me closer.

“Yes,” I say, grazing her earlobe with my teeth before kissing my way down her body.

I rip her thong away from her body, tossing the thin scrap of fabric to the side. Aria moans as I sink two fingers into her. As I rock my fingers in and out, her inner walls clench around me.

“Not yet,” I say. I lick her clit before circling my tongue around it.

My other hand reaches up, massaging her breast and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Aria’s hips buck against me as I suck hard on her clit, moving my fingers faster. She clenches down around me, her fingers weaving through my hair.

I graze her clit with my teeth before soothing away the sting with my tongue. Her hips move, meeting every thrust of my fingers until her wetness coats my hand.

As I kiss my way up her body, her hands are traveling all over mine. Every touch sets my skin on fire and I’m in a lust-filled haze. I want her and I need her.

Aria hooks one leg around my hip as I brace myself above her. She reaches between us, stroking my cock as she lines it up with her entrance. As she moves her hand away, I plunge inside her, rolling my hips until I’m buried to the hilt.

Her nails rake down my back as she hooks her other leg around my hip, both legs locking together behind my back. Her hips move in time with mine as she nips and sucks at my chest and neck.

My cock throbs inside her as I push myself deeper with every thrust, slamming into her until she screams, another orgasm rushing through her. Her nails claw at my back as I rock my hips faster, my own release coming fast. Aria’s inner walls squeeze me until I’m dry. When I come down, I pull out and fall limp beside her.

“Do you think he’s going to find us?” she asks, her voice small as she rolls onto her side.

She tucks an arm beneath her head and stares at me. At that moment, all I see is a young woman wondering how her father could want to kill her.

I don’t have an answer for her, no matter how much I wish I did.

Aria swallows hard and nods once as I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her close to my body. I can’t give her the comfort of telling her that everything is going to be alright.

For now, all I can do is hold her until it’s time for the plane to land and hope that she gets some sleep.

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When the plane lands,the sun is still shining in Italy. It’s only the middle of the day but I want to get settled before the night comes.

“Where are we going?” Aria asks as she tucks her gun into her waistband and pulls her sweater down over it.

The door to the plane opens and I don’t say anything as we descend the stairs. There is a motorcycle sitting on the tarmac, waiting for me. Two helmets are hanging on the handlebars.

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