Page 65 of Witness Protection

“Yes, do it,” she cried. Sophia leaned back on her elbows. Such a beautiful sight.

“Not yet.”

He continued to explore her body, kissing along her legs, then over her stomach, making it quiver. She giggled, and it was the cutest sound. “I’m ticklish.”

“I’ll have to remember that for later.” He winked. Then he cupped her breast and covered her nipple with his mouth, suckling her harder, rubbing his free hand over her panties simultaneously.

She braced a heel on the counter and arched up her hips, her breathing erratic. “More,” she chanted.

“You want to scream louder?”

“Yes.”

“You want my cock, baby girl? Want me filling this tight little pussy?” He pinched her clit, making her squeal.

“Hawk…”

She reached down to push her panties lower, wiggling, and anxious. He pulled her back up, holding her close, bare skin to skin. Hawk ran a finger around her eye, tracing her face. “You’re so beautiful. My birthday girl.” He kissed her on the lips once. “What do you miss, Sophia? Tell me one thing you miss since all this bullshit started.”

“Painting.” She ran her hand through his hair, and he leaned toward her touch. “But I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

He had no plans of stealing her dreams. If he had to, he’d buy her a fucking studio. She was talented and inspired, and painting gave her life. It had been her passion since he could remember.

“I’ll make all your dreams come true.”

He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, settling her on the unmade bed. She shuffled to the middle, and he stood in place.

“How many women have you had?”

“Does it matter?”

She shrugged. “You’ll compare me to them.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about. You’re the only woman I want, Sophia.”

Someone knocked at the entrance. He went to check, tucking a gun into the back of his slacks before opening the door. It was her birthday cake.

Hawk put his gun on the counter and brought the cake with him to the bedroom, setting the small tray on the edge of the bed. “Your birthday cake,” he said.

“Thank you,” she whispered, only focused on him.

He unzipped his pants, stepping out of them and tossing them onto a chair. She watched, staring at his boxers.

“Have you never seen a man naked before?”

She shook her head.

Innocent.

Pure.

Mine.

Hawk slipped off his boxers, his cock rock hard and virile, bobbing as he moved closer to the edge of the bed. He’d never been ashamed of his manhood. “You want to touch it? Come here. It’s yours, remember?”

Sophia sat up and crawled to him, her body sexy as fuck. She knelt on the mattress, resting a hand on his chest. She hesitated, reaching out, but not touching.

He grabbed her hand, forcing her to grip him. “You can’t hurt me.”

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