Page 30 of Broken Bodyguard

“You’re not,” he growled.

“Then your knee hurts you and you won’t admit it,” I accused him. I’d seen the hit he took with that baseball bat. Part of me wasn’t sure how he could still walk at all.

“It’s fine.” His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my thighs as he stepped into the loft. “God you feel fucking good with your legs wrapped around me. It makes everything else feel better.” His perfect lips found mine again for a scorching yet tender kiss before reluctantly placing me on the perfectly made queen bed.

“Finally I get to test out your bed,” I teased, shifting uncomfortably. The navy comforter was pulled taut—no doubt a remnant of his former military life—but all I could think about was the cleanup. Thestainswe might make.

“What’s wrong?” He stood at the end of the bed, towering over me, as he grabbed my chin and directed my gaze up toward him.

I opened my mouth but couldn’t find the words. It was embarrassing—how much of amomI was. Always thinking about the consequences. What came next. What else needed to be done.

“I was thinking about how we’re gonna mess up this perfect comforter because we’re gonna get sex juice all over Lenny’s nice things and I don’t want to be a bad guest.”

The most heartbreaking grin broke out on Troy’s face. He cupped my face in his big, rough hands. “Just when I think you can’t get any sweeter, you say something like that.”

I laughed self-consciously. “I don’t want to take his generosity for granted.”

“I promise, you’re not. If nothing else, you can blame anything you want on me. But I’ll clean up the perfect comforter when we’re done. He’ll never know.”

“I can help—”

“I want you to not think about it. Let me do it, babe.”

A happy sigh escaped me. Those two sentences might have been the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me. Probably the first time a man had implored me to set down the weight of the world.

Did Troy realize how hot that was? How uncommon?

I wanted to know, but all my thoughts dissolved as he laced his fingers through my left hand, lifting my arm to inspect it. Then he pressed his lips to my forearm—right where the bruises had been that he’d spotted the week before.

“But I do want to be absolutely clear about one thing.” His kisses trailed down my arm, to the back of my hand. “We’re gonna get sex juice everywhere.”

I dissolved into laughter and he released me long enough to shimmy out of his jeans. Slate gray boxers barely contained the thick ridge of his arousal. He tugged his t-shirt off next, revealing his wide shoulders and neatly trimmed, black chest hair.

“Oh my God.” I smoothed my hands over the expanse of skin—his strong chest, down the ripples of his abs, along the waistband of his boxer briefs. He was sexier than I’d imagined.

He watched me with hooded eyes. “Go on. See what you do to me.”

I tugged down his boxer briefs, revealing the thick shaft of his cock. It bobbed heavily in front of him as he stepped out of his briefs. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, eyeing the swollen head, the veins popping out along the shaft. I didn’t normally find cocksattractivebut his was an exception. I covered the thick head with my mouth, my tongue finding his salty precum. A low hum escaped him as I learned the contours of his cockhead, taking him deep into my mouth, as far as I could go without choking.

Troy grunted, his fingers knotting into my hair.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good around my cock.” His voice was low, controlled, but barely. His cock slid farther down my throat, so far that I almost gagged. I felt him harden further. “Oh, fuck yes, Maddie.”

Having this wall of man in front of me, filling my mouth, was hot—and equally hot to imagine what we might look like from the outside. I wished there was a mirror in the bedroom so that I could see us. Especially what was about to come. I clenched my legs together, pulling away from his cock.

“I need you inside me.” I’d never been so demanding in the bedroom before, but I needed him.Now. Troy cradled the sides of my face, looking absolutely drugged.

“I don’t have a condom.” His lips brushed against mine.

“I don’t care.” If I didn’t get this man inside me, I’d go crazy. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. Are you?”

He nodded, searching my face. “Clean. But not on birth control.”

Laughter rolled out of me, and the grin that lit up his face made me fall in love with him for one brief, wild moment. I scooted back on the bed and Troy eased onto the comforter, his knees denting the bed on either side of me. He lowered himself onto me, his rigid cock finding the heat between my legs. I arched into him, clutching at his broad shoulders, needing so much more. This felt like my first time all over again, and in a way, it was—the first time I’d ever felt this way about someone. The first time I’d craved it with every cell of my body. The first time I thought I’d lose my mind if I didn’t get it.

The head of his cock slipped past my folds as he pushed inside me. My eyes fluttered shut, a low moan ripping out of me as he sank deep inside me. I felt my walls clamp around him, swallowing him, begging for more of him. Troy buried his face in the hollow of my neck, gripping the sides of my rib cage like he was worried I might drift away.

“Jesus, Maddie. You feel amazing.” He scooped his hands beneath my back, erasing every inch of space between us as he pushed into me, again and again. “Better than a perfect ten.”

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