Page 73 of Daddy's Bodyguard

Rolling my hips, I feel every bit of her as I slide in and out. She whimpers and clutches me harder. I swear I’m shaking already, undone by her.

“I like you, Sofia. Really like you.” The words fly from my lips without warning, but I wouldn’t have stopped them if I could, anyway. My feelings aren’t influenced by the mind-blowing sex we’re having just now. I have genuine feelings for her.

“Fuck, I like you too,” she pants, stroking up my back. “So much.”

It’s the most I’ve gotten out of her, but as relieved as I am to hear the words, I’m greedy. I want more. I want her to tell me everything she likes, everything she wants. I want the constant reminder that my emotions aren’t one way, and that she feels the same way, too. Our slow, gentle sex isn’t enough, not here in this cramped motel room where we are hidden from the outside world. I want a lifetime with this woman.

Sofia gets on top of me and rides me hard. Her hair thrown back as she moans, her gorgeous tits bouncing as she rocks back and forth on me, using me for the pleasure she needs. She’s a goddess. A woman that gets shit done by sheer will and effort.

And I’m hers. Hers entirely. I groan and thrust into her, holding her ass as she fucks me hard. “Christ, Sofia.”

“Te sientes bien,” she moans.

Fuck, I know she’s close when she switches to Spanish. I don’t think she even realizes it. Words pour out of her until I grab the back of her head and pull her towards me to devour her moans and dirty words.

“I’m yours.” I pant as her thighs tighten around me.

“Shit.” She groans.

“Come for me,” I beg. “Please, baby.”

She kisses me hard and guides my hand to her clit. I rub in quick circles and feel her pussy tighten around me, sucking me deeper until I can’t hold out. When she comes, yelling my name and biting my shoulder hard, she takes me with her.

I groan and hold her down even as she keeps grinding on me. Our sweaty bodies flop back onto the couch, and she rubs my chest as we descend from the high of our climax. I rub her back, and she sighs contentedly.

My phone chirps again. I read the message from Cash, my chest tightening as my brain registers each word. He’s taking me off the mission. My final task is to reunite Sofia with her father, and then I’m done.

Fuck.

“Something’s happening, yeah?” she murmurs.

“Yeah. We’re leaving in the morning.” There’s a lump in my throat, but I try to keep my voice calm. I can’t let Sofia know I’m about to renege on my promise to her. Not right now. Tomorrow, I’ll face the music and deal with her reaction, whatever it may be. Tonight, I just want to savor the last hours with her.

Silence stretches between us for a moment as she processes what I just said. I brush my fingers through her hair and try to get my heart to stop beating a thousand miles a minute, praying she doesn’t ask where we’re going. Sofia’s smart; I have no doubt she would connect the dots in a minute.

“Okay,” she finally says, kissing my chest. “Can I get some decent clothes, at least? These oversized shirts are killing me.”

Forcing a small chuckle, I nod. I’m certain Cash will have someone take care of her every need. In a few hours, it will all be out of my hands.

We clean up and get into bed for one more night in the motel. After a fitful night, I wake with the sun and watch it spread over Sofia’s back. The sheet is bunched over her ass, but the sight pales in comparison to the way the sun makes her glow like bronze. I slowly stroke her back, looking at the difference in our skin tone before kissing her forehead.

“Time to go?” she asks, groggy, still half asleep.

“I’ll pack up. Get some more sleep.”

“You’ll pack wrong,” she murmurs, pulling herself up and wrapping the sheet around her as if I haven’t licked almost every inch of her delicious body.

“How am I going to pack wrong?”

“You’ll find a way.” She kisses my neck quickly. “But it would be cute.”

I roll my eyes and get dressed. Sofia pulls on the first outfit she had on when we got here, the only one that fits. She looks at the rest of the clothes and only saves one shirt. The rest gets put in a plastic bag.

Within forty minutes, we’re gone with the keys turned in. We stop at a thrift store, and she throws an ugly Hawaiian shirt at me. When she giggles, I hold up a shirt with a shark and a tiger about to battle underwater.

She laughs and shakes her head. I roll my eyes and buy both, just to spite her, and a pair of jeans. She gets a cute dress that brushes her thighs.

With that, we get changed in the car and head over to the safehouse. I keep under the speed limit, constantly checking my mirrors for anything amiss. But my reason for going slow isn’t just to keep an eye out for the bad guys. I’m trying to prolong our final moments together. I take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. I clear my throat. “When we get there, I’m going in first.”

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