Page 97 of The Bodyguard Proposal

Huan noticed.

Actually, he always notices.

And not wanting to be outmanoeuvred—I make him lose his mind in return. Like when we are by the foot of the bed, I take off my shirt and massage my breasts. Then I keep them pumped with my hands as I go to my knees and open my mouth. It’s salacious.Bury your cock down in my throat, sir.

He makes a guttural noise when I act like this, and his hands tighten in my hair as he pushes his length inside my mouth. I’m given time to adjust, before he picks up his pace.

When I finally pull back to take a break, his thumbs carefully collect the moisture smudging my lashes. Going back to kiss the head of his cock, I feel his thighs tremble. When that happens, hepulls me to my feet and crushes me against his body. There is no outside world as our tongues ravage. Where his body ends and mine begins is uncertain. All I know is I’m so ready for him, and when he pulls me onto the bed and sinks inside me, my nails bite into his shoulders and our hips piston.

That’s the fucking we do. It’s desperate, consuming, and I hunger for his heart to race when I put my ear above it. Give me evidence how it’s me making him lose it to the madness that plagues us both.

And then, other times, it’s slow.

We’re naked as Huan pulls me onto his lap, my back to his front. His hand goes up my leg until it hooks underneath my knee. He lifts and separates me. My executive protection agent loves making me open for him.

“Stay still for me,” he whispers, low and deep. “And close your eyes.”

“And if I don’t?”

Hardness taps against my skin.

A promise.

He’s going to make me feel so good if I behave.

His mouth goes down the side of my shoulder. Fingers are splayed below the mounds of my breasts, cupping them but not going higher. He knows the touch I like, but he won’t give it to me. Instead, I’m teased by callused caresses—over my hips, the divots of my bones, the sweep of my stomach.

It’s not enough. Even after we’ve had each other so many times, I’mgreedy. My position restricts me, but I try to rub against his cock, urging him inside me.

Huan won’t let me.

His arms go underneath my knees, and he lifts until my body is in the air, legs still open, still above his lap. If only—please let this happen—he lowers me onto his thickness. I’m so deliciously positioned that he’s got access to go right inside me.

“Be a sport,” says Huan, putting me down again, but inched forward so we’re not joined. “Shut your eyes.”

“This is coercion!”

“How so?”

I look over my shoulder. “Withholding your dick is not fair.”

He laughs. We turned the heating on higher earlier so the room feels toasty, and there was a candle lit at one point, which means the smell of sage and oat milk and rose permeates around us. It’s the cosiest and horniest I’ve ever felt together.

“You won’t mind once you give in,” Huan promises. A thumb kisses the side of my breast, the touch fleeting.

I complain, “This is exasperating.”

“Good. Because I want to fuck you with your eyes closed. You’ll feel my cock and beg for it to go faster.”

I’m staring at nothing. His words burn spatial awareness out of me.

“Well—that could be nice,” I mutter.

“Mm, high praise. Let’s note it down later to mark the occasion.”

“Let’s negotiate on speed because the last time you went slow, I became a blob”—I’m shrugging—“which no complaints, but I might not survive that again.”

Huan—ever a man of action— lifts me up and brings me down, burying himself to the hilt. My abundant wetness sure helps, and I’m so glad, my hands are spasming on his thighs. A moan breaks free. Breathing is heavy, pretty sure my pupils are dilated, and I’m flushed all over. It feels so, so, so good.

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