Page 17 of My Guarded Valentine

My mouth fell open once more as I looked at him in shock. After he was done, he placed his hands on my thighs. “You did so well. You were such a good girl for me. Can you handle more?”

My mouth snapped shut, and I nodded. Buck grinned as he picked me up and bridal carried me to his bedroom. I tapped his shoulder. “You don’t have to carry me everywhere,” I said.

“Do you think you could walk after that orgasm?”

“Maybe.”

He dropped me on the bed and I groaned. Buck pulled his shirt over his head and he unbuttoned his pants. I sat up as I watched him slowly pushed them over his hips. I licked my lips as his cock popped out of his tight jeans. He crawled over top of me and nibbled on my neck. Between licks and sucks, he said, “If you can walk, I didn’t do a good enough job.”

I gasped as he spread my legs once more. He slicked his cock between my seam before pulling my ass closer to him. Buck settled the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Are you ready?”

I rocked into him. “Yes. Please!”

“Have you been thinking about my cock?”

I giggled and looked away. “Maybe once.”

His fingers gripped the back of my thighs as he pulled me tight against his body. Buck’s cock pushed into me and filled me completely. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered.

Buck nodded as he started thrusting. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. His tongue tapped at my mouth and I slipped my tongue into his. He moaned as our tongues mimicked his thrusts. His hand slipped behind my head and his fingers twined inside my hair. The tingle of pain filled my synapses and I bucked into his movements. More wetness slid down my ass cheeks as the pain soared through me and left only pleasure. He pulled my head back further as he kissed down my neck.

“Are you going to come for me again, Mitzi? I want to feel you on my cock.”

In between my pants and whines, I nodded as my peak approached with every movement. He grinned as he picked up speed and stopped pulling my hair. “Such a good girl. You feel amazing. Look how well you are doing for me.”

Every muscle in my body tightened once more as everything exploded. I grabbed his biceps and my nails dug into his skin. He grunted as he stilled inside me. A hot burst of come coated my insides as his lips captured mine once more. When we were both finished, he pulled out and laid beside me. Buck wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.

“You’re pretty amazing, Mitzi,” he whispered.

I slapped his shoulder. “I didn’t do anything amazing.”

His fingertips traced down my arm. “I’ve not been with anyone in years.”

I snuggled into his chest. “Well, it seems you didn’t forget how to do it. I’m a bit tired now.”

“Go to sleep,” he whispered as his fingers combed through my hair.

Chapter 14

Buck

As I walked downstairs, the next morning, I grabbed the flowers I bought her and placed them in a vase. Maybe the teen from town was right. Actually, maybe everyone was right. I glanced up the small flight of stairs in the direction she was in as I mixed more pancake mix. I needed to ask her later if there were other things she liked…which would imply somehow keeping her. Lost in my thoughts, I glanced at my phone. I could offer to take her to O’Brien Industries. If I scheduled the right people, she might not find out that I’m actually Connor O’Brien.

I sighed. Keeping that a secret wouldn’t be possible long term. What would her reaction be if I told her? Before I could ponder that problem anymore, a loud knocking broke me from my thoughts. I wasn’t sure who it could be on the weekend. Mitch wouldn’t really come this way without texting first. Hopefully, there wasn’t an emergency in town. My fingers gripped the knob, and I swung the door open.

Standing on the snow covered porch, my assistant, Tim, stood there in jeans and a tee shirt with a wool coat overtop. He sighed in relief as he brushed past me. “Why are you here, Tim? Is everything okay?”

“So a few days ago, a reporter started emailing various people in O’Brien Industries. Originally, she was set up to do a basic interview with Tammy that deals with the media. Except she was emailing other people in the company. And it was weird. I think you need to come into work on Monday. Maybe clean up a bit?” Tim said as he followed me to the kitchen.

“Why? Surely it shouldn’t matter much? How many times have they done stories on us?”

“It’s the type of questions she was asking. They weren’t quite right and sounded suspicious. One of the secretaries was saying it was like some dog whistle and she had bad vibes about it.” Tim’s eyes darted to the flowers, and he looked back at me. “Do you have company? That’s not like you.”

“I’m helping a friend,” I replied gruffly.

Tim’s face shifted with suspicion. “With flowers?”

“Yes, and I’m making her breakfast right now.” I beat the batter once more to make my point.

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