The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Nineteen

I felt every pulse of his release inside me.

I never could have imagined it would feel like this.

Consuming desire, deeper than any involuntary spasm of muscle, danced across my body in a life-changing shiver. My core responding to his every pulse, I didn’t just want more, I needed more.

Stretched beyond any expectation, the pain bent, making way for pleasure the second he’d touched me, and I knew without a doubt, I was his.

My heart pounding, my legs spread wide, I held on to the desk as he slowed his assault of pleasure and kissed me.

Languid and slow, his tongue stroked possessively through my mouth.

And oh my God, I wanted more. I wanted him again, and again, and again.

Releasing my thighs only to snake his arms under my legs and thoughtfully hold them up as he leaned over me, his deep blue eyes searched my face as his expression turned from fiercely dominant to protective. “You okay, sweetheart?”

I loved his deep voice, and I loved his names for me. “Yes.” No.

Gentle and sweet, he stroked my cheek and lowered his voice. “Thank you.”

Embarrassed or shy, both, either, I pulled my lips into my mouth, tasting him. “Thank you back,” I whispered.

“Jesus.” He shook his head. “Poised until the very end.” He smiled .

Wide and seductive, the so, so very sexy, confident tip of his lips made my stomach flutter and my core pulse.

His eyes briefly closed. “Oh, gorgeous, you do that again and we’re going for round two.”

Anticipation made gooseflesh race across my skin. “I would like that,” I admitted shyly.

His expression changed in a nanosecond. Hardened determination erased the flirtatiousness, and he gripped the side of my face as his fingers tangled into my hair. “I am never sharing this tight pussy.” He thrust deep once, then stilled. “You hear me?”

I didn’t know what to say. My heart soared, and my mind cowered. Trust, love, loss, the three words mingled together, forming the fabric of the woman I had been until this man had locked the door to my office.

Then in a single heartbeat, everything changed.

The woman who straddled the past and future, the woman who hid from feelings of love and loss, the woman who didn’t trust anyone, she rose from the ashes of my spent virginity and gripped me by the heart.

I wanted to be his.

I wanted to breathe in every second of what that would feel like.

But I also wanted to protect my heart from devastating loss.

I didn’t know how to do this. I didn’t know how to be a woman who belonged to a man. I was a bastard princess with a dead past and a lonely future.

His thumb stroked across my cheek, and he softened his voice. “Those eyes are breaking my heart, baby. All I see is sadness, and I’m not getting why.”

My office door shook as someone pounded on it. “Tyler,” Collins barked. “Get the fuck out here. Now .”

Damian raised his voice and threw words over his shoulder. “Five minutes.” Inhaling, he brought his eyes back to me and slowly, so slowly, he pulled out and kissed me once, sweetly. “Wait here, beautiful.”

Sucking in a breath, I watched his broad back and hard muscles bunch and pull as he strode to the small bathroom like he owned it. Casually tucking himself in, he had his pants zipped by the time he reached the sink and turned it on.

Not wanting to get caught staring at him, I shifted, letting my legs drop, and that’s when it happened.

Hot wetness spilled out of me.

Quickly gathering up my dress in my hands, I looked down.

My legs spread, my thong pushed to the side, a puddle of pink-tinted fluid pulsed out of me and spread across my glass desk.

Oh my God.

Oh my God .

What we’d just done, what I’d allowed to just happen, with no protection, with the other bodyguard in the gallery, with Harrison probably back from the bank, with a man who was a virtual stranger to me… the reality of it all broadsided me.

Shame and embarrassment heated my cheeks as something all together different warmed my stomach and traveled south. My core pulsed, and I swept a finger across my opening. His warm, sticky release coated my finger, and an overwhelming urge to push his seed back inside me made me both ashamed and lustful.

Staring at myself, at his release, sentimental thoughts swam through my head and threatened to take hold.

Before I could get up and do something, grab a tissue, make an undignified run to the bathroom holding my dress to my waist, a large hand with a washcloth landed between my legs.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his nose skimmed across my cheek.

He took the bottom of my ear between his teeth. “That is so fucking sexy, gorgeous.” He pressed the warm cloth to my opening, trapping my finger I had there. “You want me back inside you, don’t you?” He slowly moved the cloth up and down.

My own finger brushed against my clit, and I couldn’t stop the small moan.

“Say it,” he demanded, nipping my ear, my neck. “Tell me you want more. ”

I wanted so much more, it was terrifying. “Please,” I whispered. The pressure, his hand, his mouth on my neck, it was too much.

Using his thumb and the cloth, he pressed hard on my clit as his other fingers wiped between my legs. “Please what, beautiful?”

My eyes closed and my empty core pulsed for him.

“Fuck, yeah,” his husky voice rasped. “I feel that.” He wiped me again. “You like me touching you.”

So, so much. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Good.” His mouth sucked a spot on the front of my throat where I felt every moan I had given him. “Because this sweet cunt is mine, and I’m going to be touching her all the time.”

Two quick pounds sounded on the office door.

Damian’s mouth landed on mine, and he thrust his tongue deep as his finger, covered by the washcloth, sank inside me.

I cried out in his mouth.

He circled inside me as his tongue stole my breath.

Just as quick as he’d entered me, his mouth and his finger disappeared. He brought his lips back to my ear and whispered, “I’ve never had anything sweeter in my life than the taste of your desire.” He swiped the washcloth across my desk, tossed it into the trash then dropped to one knee.

Before I could register his intent, his mouth was on me.

My legs flew up and apart, my hips jerked, and I dropped my dress folds as I braced my hands on the desk.

He sucked my clit into his mouth.

I bit my bottom lip.

Holding my nub between his teeth, he stroked his tongue across the sensitive bud.

The orgasm took me completely by surprise.

Shaking, grasping at cold glass, my legs rushed together and my thighs closed in on him. Falling apart, coming together, time stopped as wave after wave of release unraveled the threads of solitude I’d built around me like a fortress .

Fighting not to cry, I let every sensation of hope wash over me.

Lashing his tongue across my clit as if he knew my very thoughts, he didn’t ease up until the last pulse of my core fluttered and my arms gave out.

Lying back on a desk I would never look at the same way again, I fought for my breath like I’d run a marathon.

Releasing my most sensitive spot, his soft lips kissed my inner thigh. Then he worked his way up my body, leaving a trail of hot kisses that instantly cooled as the air conditioning blew over my heated skin.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Tasting like me, his lips landed on mine, and he kissed me once. “And you’re mine.”

I couldn’t even speak to tell him he was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. Or that I wanted to be his more than I wanted my next breath.

Sweet and unhurried, he kissed my forehead. “Straighten yourself up, beautiful, and meet me in the gallery.” He stood to his full height but paused a moment to stare down at me. His eyes locked on mine, he silently drew a finger up my folds and over my opening before turning toward the door.

I barely managed to pull my dress down before he walked out, closing the door behind him.