Page 93 of Daddy's Bodyguard

Drawing back, she points to my cock. “That’s not getting any attention.”

“I’ll jerk off later,” I shrug.

She blinks at me, obviously not having put that together. I chuckle. “You think I could live with you andnotjerk off?”

“It’s … it’s hard on you, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah. Hard.”

She rolls her eyes and works on my back while grumbling in Spanish. We rinse off together, and I motion to her. “Not going to save water with me?”

“You’d be naughty.”

“Just a touch or two.” I wink.

She shakes her head. “Sex isn’t important right now.”

“I’m still a man, Sofia,” I huff, frustrated. “Not just some project or wounded bird.”

“Jasper.” She bites her lip, then hands me a towel. “Call me for help when you’re done.”

When I come out in the towel and amble to the bed, I expect her to yell at me for walking all the way on my own. But she doesn’t. Maybe then things will go back to normal. I don’t mind her doting, but she rarely sasses me anymore, and I’ve seen how she looks at me when I’m not watching. It’s not loving. It’s assessing. Trying to predict what I need before I need it, trying to keep an eye on me as if I can’t do it myself.

I’m over it. She didn’t see me as broken before.

Sofia pulls the t-shirt over her head and takes me in, her eyes lingering on my torso. I decided to ignore the gauze, so I imagine how she’s cringing inside. But I’m healing well from the outside in, so I don’t know what’s her problem. Sex, off the table, absolutely, but having to beg for more than a peck?

“Jasper,” she mumbles as I shuffle away.

“I can go stay with Daisy if this is too much,” I murmur. “On our relationship or-”

“You are my boyfriend, and you are staying here.” She takes a few steps closer to me. “I don’t think you’re broken, okay?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. I just have to remind myself of the limits, so I don’t … push them.” She bites her lip, and her eyes rake over me again. “Sometimes, it’s harder than others. I’m sorry for making you think that you’re not … you.”

“What does that mean?” I want full clarity.

“It means I want everything we had in the hotel room. The kissing, the sex, the wrestling. I want to cuddle you, sit on your lap, make out in public with you.” Another step towards me until our knees brush. “And if I don’t remind myself that we have to wait another … five and a half weeks, then I’ll get greedy.”

“So you do love me for my cock.”

“It’s not all the nicknames,” she teases.

“Well, I don’t think the doctor said anything about blow jobs, just to be clear. Or about fingering you with my good arm. I could probably eat you out too if we can figure out a position.”

She laughs and sits next to me. “Your heart rate has to stay low.”

“Impossible with you.”

She kisses my shoulder, following my collar bone to my throat. My breath catches as her tongue flicks across my still damp skin. Her hand strokes down my chest, stopping just over my new scar.

“And I’m not good at restraint. Not with you. I’m an all or nothing type, Jasper.”

I exhale slowly, trying to ignore the fact that I’m already tenting my towel. Sofia tosses it to the side. “But … if you’re already getting yourself excited, maybe I should do it.”

Her hand wraps around my cock and strokes slowly. I groan and rub her thigh, pressing my forehead to hers. She kisses me hungrily as she jerks me off. Her hand is so much better than mine. Feeling her against me, her tongue teasing mine. It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time to get me off.

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