Page 64 of Daddy's Bodyguard

Jasper growls as I fuck him back, meeting every thrust as I pant. He lifts one hand to cup my breast as he drives into me harder and harder. I’m going to overheat from his body wrapped around me, but it feels so good. He’s too good.

Feral but not painful. Passionate without being ridiculously romantic. He’s the fucking perfect balance of everything I need. Jasper grunts with each thrust and nibbles the back of my neck as we fuck.

With a whimper, I guide his hand to my throat. “Choke me.”

“Yeah?”

I curl his fingers around my neck. “Yes!”

He does as I ask, holding my throat in his thick hand until all that exists, him and the pleasure that’s weighing my body down, making it impossible to move, impossible to do anything but take what he gives.

A shiver tears down my spine, then I fall over the edge. I nearly scream his name as I collapse into the pillow, clinging to his hands tightly. Jasper groans and sits up, stroking down my back while fucking me even harder, faster, so deep.

My eyes roll back, and one orgasm rolls into another as I moan and beg him to keep going. He loses his pace, then groans loudly, slamming into me twice before gripping my hips and panting.

“Jesus Christ, Sofia.” He pulls me with him as he lays on his side.

My legs tremble, and my body rocks against him, even as he plants teasing kisses on my shoulder. I roll, feeling him slip out of me. He cuddles me against his chest and strokes my hair.

“That’s not everything on my list, but it’s progress,” he murmurs.

I turn to him, running my fingers over his abs. “And I haven’t even scratched the surface of mine.”

His brows shoot up, and a wicked gleam fills his eyes. “Sounds dirty. Care to share?”

“Well… I’ve been fantasizing about sucking your cock, for starters,” I admit.

Jasper swears, throwing his head back. “Give me ten minutes to recuperate. That’s all I need.”

I kiss his chest softly and listen to his breathing slowing down as we relax. My mind travels back to work, and I wonder how everyone’s doing. I hope to God they are physically okay, at least. There’s no doubt they are all traumatized after what happened. Hopefully, they don’t hold the attack against me.

I think of Carissa, and the guilt hits again. I chew my bottom lip and close my eyes. Yeah, they only had one date, but I can’t forget that hurt in her eyes when I came out of the supply closet. She likes him, and here I am, sleeping with him.

And I can’t even blame him. He didn’t start this. I did. I swallow and press my forehead against his chest. How the hell did this happen? Sure, I stopped disliking him a while ago, and I enjoyed being around him. I liked how we could talk in circles, give each other hell, and still be fine, but should I have crossed the line?

I clear my throat, easing up from him. “I’m going to clean up.”

“Okay.” He pulls my chin up and kisses me again. “Everything good in here?”

“Yeah.” I manage a smile.

Yeah, I feel like a shitty friend, but at the same time, I can’t deny how right this feels with Jasper. Being with him. Making love to him. It feels right. Nothing has ever feltrightwith a man before. It had always been an uphill battle with my exes, but with Jasper … with Jasper, it’s shockingly, suspiciously simple.

The shower washes the sweat and sex off me, but it doesn’t change how much I want to be curled up with Jasper, feeling his fingers stroking my back as he makes bad puns and makes sure I’m okay.

I sit on the shower floor and try to focus. Because Jasper’s going to leave, isn’t he? There will be no reason for him to stay once this is over, and I need to remember that. For now, I’m going to focus on staying alive and leave the rest to destiny. Whatever should be, will be.

When I get out of the shower, I see Jasper on the phone. I hesitate, clutching the towel tighter against me, but he smiles. “Yes. The sushi platter, please.” He hangs up and smiles at my questioning stare. “I think we need more than a snack.”

“Good idea.”

He grabs his towel, kisses me softly and winks. “Maybe one day, you’ll be comfortable showering with me.”

“Maybe.”

“Let’s eat and talk about our next step,” he says, kissing my temple. “All the ways we’re going to keep you alive.”

“I sense an ulterior motive now.”

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