Page 15 of Baby Daddy Protector

“Yeah. With one of the guys from my old SEAL team. He keeps me in line.”

“I bet.” She smiled, and her posture sagged a bit as she sat back, some of her color returning. I was glad. She looked so delicate and vulnerable sometimes that it brought out the alpha-protector in me. I watched her eat a few more bites of food before sipping on the straw in her coconut water. And damn if that visual didn’t give me all sorts of naughty ideas for later. My traitorous cock twitched in my pants despite my wishes to the contrary. She tilted her head, her pretty hazel eyes narrowed. “Thank you for considering all these foods for me. I’ve done my own research on conception and these are all superfoods for fertility. But you don’t have to make the same dietary sacrifices I do. Have a burger and a beer if you want.”

“Nah, I’m good.” At her dubious look, I chuckled. “Seriously. I love seafood and salads.”

“Sure.” She shook her head, her tone skeptical. “You’re not a very good liar, you know.”

I sat back and folded my hands across my stomach, my appetite for food sated while my other cravings were growing stronger. Emotions were out of the question, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t flirt shamelessly. “I always tell the truth.”

She straightened, her eyes glittering with heat now. “Is that so?”

I turned to her and nodded, my gaze flicking from her eyes to her lips to her chest. My fingertips itched to peel away that silky sweater of hers and cup the firm breasts beneath. My blood pounded through my veins, and my breath grew deeper, slower. “Oh, yeah. Want to know what I’m thinking right now, princess?”

She swallowed hard, the air between us sizzling with sexual tension. She put her fork down and wiped her mouth, then sat back, toying with the pearls around her neck, drawing my attention to the thudding pulse point at the base of her throat. “Tell me.”

“I’m thinking that I’d like to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. I’d like to strip you bare and lick every inch of you until you’re panting with need. Then I’d like to sink deep inside you and ride you until we both come hard.”

Lips parted, she stared at me. Silent.

At first, I worried that perhaps I’d gone too far. We’d only been together once and didn’t really know each other that well. Maybe she didn’t like dirty talk. Maybe she wanted me to just shut up and get the deed done. Then she leaned closer, her nipples taut against the lace of her bra beneath her rose-colored top.

And that’s when I realized that maybe she was just as turned on as I was at the moment.

Stopping a few inches in front of me, she extended her hand. “Come on.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” I pushed to my feet and swept her up into my arms before she could resist. She gave a quick squeal then giggled, her hands slipping around my neck to tangle in the curls at my nape. I shuddered beneath her touch, heading down the hall toward her bedroom, leaving the remnants of our meal behind. I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from her full, pink lips as I asked, “Still hungry?”

“Starving.” We’d barely made it into the bedroom before she kissed me, her tongue sweeping into my mouth. She tasted of sweet coconut and spices from the food, and I couldn’t get enough. I kicked the bedroom door shut behind us, then laid her in the middle of the bed before stripping off my shirt and tie and toeing off my socks and shoes.

She pulled off her sweater and slacks, leaving her in just a pale pink lace bra and panties. God, I’d always been a lingerie guy, but something about her in her delicate things drove me mad with want. Before I could stop myself, I was on the bed beside her, stretching out and pulling her into my arms. The rough friction of her lace bra against my bare chest made my hard cock ache.

She pulled me in for another kiss, wrapping her legs around me, and all my plans for keeping things slow and controlled went right out the window. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, my fingers shaking as I reached behind her to undo her bra then slide the straps down her arms to remove the garment. Her breasts were magnificent. Not huge, just enough to fill my palms and topped with pretty pink nipples that all but begged for my attention.

I cupped her breasts, gently rubbing my thumbs over their rigid tips. Es let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she moaned low in her throat. I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her and dipped my head to take one nipple in my mouth while using my fingers to lavish attention on the other. As her body temperature rose, the sweet, honeysuckle-rose scent of her perfume filled the air, along with a hint of feminine arousal, making my own chained libido surge higher.

I did my best to remind myself this was a job—this was to make a baby, nothing more—but I was too far gone to care. I’d never been with a woman like Es—smart, regal, beautiful, and so far out of my league I didn’t deserve her. Never would. Still, when she arched against me like she did now and the heat between her legs rubbed against my straining cock, I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

Forcing myself to slow down, I pulled back slightly and traced the backs of my fingers down her quivering abdomen to the tops of her lace thong panties. Instead of removing them, I cupped her through the material, teasing her slick, swollen folds through the lace, using the same friction that had driven me mad earlier to heighten her desire. With my thumb, I drew slow circles over her sensitive clit, making her gasp and press harder against me. Catching her eye, I brought that same thumb to my lips to taste her, watching her reaction to me. Her pupils were blown wide now, all but obliterating her hazel irises, and she traced her tongue over her mouth, mimicking my own movements. Oh, yeah. Tonight was going to be good. So, so good.

My cock twitched anew as if in agreement.

Unable to wait any longer, I stripped off her panties then kissed my way up her inner thighs to her heated core. With exquisite care, I traced my tongue over her, once more drawing in her spicy flavor before sliding first one, then two fingers inside her slick channel. She was so hot and tight and wet for me, and I wanted her so, so much. I pressed my cock hard into the mattress to keep from grinding my hips and spending in my pants.

It was all too much. It would never be enough. This was crazy, insane, the best sex of my life. And it was all supposed to mean nothing to me, nothing but a chance to help a troubled nation and get back to my SEAL team.

The reminder of my duty helped to take the edge off of my passion enough that I was able to hold back. I licked and nuzzled her, coaxing her closer and closer to the edge of sweet oblivion, wanting her to take her pleasure first before I took mine.

Es tangled her fingers in my hair, guiding me, showing me what she liked. “Yes, right there. Oh, God. Yes. Just like that. Oh, please.”

I raised my head slightly, looked up at her. “Please what, princess?”

She bit her lip and inhaled sharply. “Please make me come.”

I grinned and went back to work. “Hell yes.”

Soon, her body tightened around me and she bucked hard, her nails scraping my scalp as she pressed herself harder against my fingers and tongue. “I’m… I’m…” Es cried out, every muscle in her body straining. “Oh, God! Yes!”

Continuing to work her heated flesh as she rode the waves of her orgasm, I gently held her until she drifted back to earth, all drowsy and sated and even more beautiful than before, if that were possible. Knowing I’d been the one to make her look like that made my masculine pride swell along with my cock.

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