Page 29 of Broken Bodyguard

CHAPTER TEN

MADDIE

Ididn’tfeelparticularlygood about having my bare ass cheeks on the kitchen island where we’d had breakfast earlier that morning.

But luckily I knew where the cleaning spray was, and I’d be spraying like crazy later. Because there was no way in hell I was going to interrupt anything that Troy wanted to do right now.

He’d gotten me down to absolutely nothing. I was buck naked and ass spread on the kitchen island. Every inch of my skin was electric and alive as his appreciative gaze swept over me. He wet his bottom lip, shaking his head like he was admiring a piece of art.

“You are going to be such a good nighttime snack,” he finally said.

“Do you plan on having a nibble somewhere?” I asked jokingly.

His hot palm slid up my thigh, then gently spread my legs as he nodded. And that’s when I realized what he meant.

“Oh,” I blurted.

His grin went devilish as he focused his attention on my breasts. He kissed and licked each nipple in turn. “What did you think I meant?”

“To be honest…I forgot that ‘eating’ was even an option.” I realized how stupid I must have sounded. But it had been so long since I’d been appreciated. Or desired. Ortaken care oflike this. I could count on one hand how many times Jericho even remembered I had a clit. And I had a sneaking suspicion that was going to be Troy’s first priority.

It was almost embarrassing how different they were. Because it meant that I had been accepting crumbs from Jericho for longer than I even wanted to admit.

A sigh rippled out of him. “I don’t understand how a man could look at this beautiful pussy andnotget hungry.” He captured my lips in a kiss and then his mouth began trailing downward. I watched him in a state of shock. And then awe. And then I wasn’t watching him at all, because once his tongue found the crease of my pussy, my eyes fluttered shut.

Troy held my ass cheeks in his big, powerful hands while he feasted. He licked and sucked and worshipped my pussy in a way that I’d only ever heard about. I clutched his head between my legs, letting myself get washed away in the sensation of his tongue laving over my clit.

All the air in my lungs came out in a big whoosh.

He moaned into my pussy. “You taste so fucking good Maddie.” His tongue plunged inside me. I squeaked, gripping the top of his head.

“I can tell how much you like it too.” He flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit, grunting with pleasure. “You’re fucking dripping.”

My mouth fell open as I tried to make any sort of response. None came. He jerked me closer to his mouth and I propped myself up, hands behind me, giving in to the ridiculousness of it all.

Yes, I could orgasm on the kitchen island.

Troy seemed intent on making sure I did. I arched my back, opening myself up wider to him, a long, low moan ripping out of me as everything went hot and buzzy inside my body. I moaned indecently, far noisier than I could ever remember being, but when this man’s tongue was fucking me without pause, there was no other response. I squeezed his head between my knees as my belly trembled. Then the orgasm popped, bright waves of pleasure exploding inside me.

He licked at my clit until the pleasure faded and I was left laughing and stroking his head. He grinned, his mouth slick fromme.

“You are so fucking sexy, Maddie.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, not releasing me quite yet. “Do you have any idea?”

“I don’t,” I admitted with a laugh. “As sexy as you are when you wear the gray sweatpants?”

He paused his kisses. “You like those?”

“Love them.”

“Noted.” Troy kissed his way down my legs until he hit my knees. “You are delicious. But we should go somewhere else for what comes next.”

“The kitchen island isn’t good for that?” I teased.

“You need to be more comfortable when all the pounding starts.” His cocky grin made me burst into laughter. I was on cloud nine after that orgasm. I’d never seen such a perfect, hilarious, sexy man. He slid me off the island into his arms, and when I looked back at where I’d been sitting, he tutted. “Don’t go into caretaker mode. We’ll take care of that later, because right now, I’m taking care ofyou.”

If I hadn’t fallen in love with him already, that line did it. I giggled, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me across the cabin and up the stairs to the loft. But I sensed the catch of his breath as we went up the steps. The way he seemed to wince when he used that knee.

“I’m too heavy,” I told him. But when I tried to wriggle free, his grip only tightened around me.

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