Page 16 of Faking It for the Bodyguard

“How about we celebrate?” His eyes shift down and stare at the buttons on my shirt.

I jerk back, my hands grasping at them. “Oh no you don’t! You’re not ruining another shirt tearing it apart!”

His lips twist. “You’re turning into a very proper woman, baby girl.”

“That’s cause I’m gonna be a mom.”

He leans down and his lips slide along mine, his tongue dancing between my lips until I open and he delves inside like an invading army.

My belly clenches and my juices drip down my thighs. “Vic,” I whisper.

“Yeah, baby. Trust me, I’m gonna take care of you.”

He carries me upstairs and strips my clothes off, not even the paint streaks slowing him down. He throws me down on the bed and immediately falls across me, holding himself up on his arms. His eyes search mine. “Are you happy, baby?”

I smile slowly. “So happy. But I’d be a lot happier if you just fuck me instead of giving me the third degree.”

His hips cant into me and I feel his thick bulge sliding to notch between my thighs. A rush of heat smothers me in need.

“I want you, baby,” I whisper.

“I want you too.” His lips fall to mine and his body slides deep inside me in one swift stroke, my lungs filling as I gasp.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He slides deeper and deeper inside me until it feels like he’s part of me. Like we’ve joined into one person, one entity that can’t be separated.

He drives into me over and over and I feel that burning fire building up, my body tightening under him. My back bows off the bed and he shoves me down, driving harder and faster.

Then he stills, grunting, his dick firing streams of his essence inside me until it’s dripping down my leg. I scream and fall off the cliff to my own ecstasy, shivering and tensed, until I fall to the bed, replete and half-asleep.

He gathers me up in his arms, kissing the top of my head. “You can’t tell them this story either,” he grunts.

I laugh and slide deeper into his embrace. “We’ll work on it later.”

And I let him roll me over until my head is cradled on his wide chest, the soft whorls of hair tickling my cheek.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Vic. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” And I mean it. Yeah, the whole stalker thing was scary as hell but I wouldn’t change it. Because that gave me Vic. And I’ve never regretted it for one minute.

I’m right where I’m meant to be. With the love of my life. My hand slides down to cover my belly and I smile.

The love of my life and our sweet little baby. I’ve never been happier.

And with that thought and a smile on my lips, I let the darkness slip over me, content that I’m home. Warm, safe and home in Vic’s loving arms.

Epilogue Two: Victor

“What the hell happened, Vic?” She storms in the door and I grimace, my head protesting the shrieks coming from her lips.

“Baby, could you take it down a decibel or two? Not that I’m not happy to see you but my head is killing me and your voice is going through it like a burning hot knife.”

“Humph! It’s no more than you deserve! What the hell happened, Vic! You’re not supposed to be doing anymore dangerous assignments. Not since we had the twins.”

I grin and reach out, chuckling when she takes my hand. “I didn’t take a dangerous job. But I can’t do anything about idiot drivers, baby girl. I got hit by someone in a pickup truck.” I hold up my hand when she opens her mouth. “I promise you. It had nothing to do with work. Just a really shitty driver.”

“Good thing,” she huffs. “Because I sure as hell don’t want to have to raise three kids on my own.”

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