Bedded by Her Bodyguard (Billionaire Bodyguard Series)

by Kristi Avalon

  He swept his tongue oh so slowly from her opening, up to where her clit ached for his attention. His tongue flicked the peak and she clenched the bed sheets in her fists.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Mmm. Me, too.” His mouth closed on her, sucking her, and she lifted her hips off the mattress.

  It had been so long since someone had touched her there, the sensation was sharp and intense, almost too much. “Please…don’t stop.”

  A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “An hour from now you may regret those words. But you don’t get to take them back.”

  Wait. Oral sex lasted longer than fifteen minutes? She was used to the guy getting bored, making it obvious she needed to hurry up and come. Without that pressure looming, her thighs relaxed their tension, allowing her to lay back and enjoy the experience instead of rushing toward climax.

  So she did. She lost herself to the divine movements of his mouth. The way he changed his pace from slow swirling to rapid flicks, taking her to the edge. Then he drew her back down by easing his tempo, moving lower and probing her entrance, inserting his tongue inside her, his face moving back and forth with each penetration.

  Isaac was a masterful lover, calculated, giving her just enough but not too much. “You’re driving me crazy,” she panted.

  “That’s the point.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head violently. “No.”

  “Good. Because I wasn’t going to.” He clamped his arms more firmly around her thighs and his talented mouth resumed its sweet torment.

  After seizing her clit and taking her to the brink three more times, she swore if the wind blew the right way she’d come undone. With or without his help.

  “Isaac, please.”

  Finally his tongue offered the perfect rhythm against the place throbbing for release.

  “Yes. Yes.”

  The steady flicking motions caused her thighs to quiver uncontrollably. His strong hands forced her to stay still.

  But she couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t take…anymore… Her head thrashed and her fists trembled in the sheets.

  “Isaac!” She screamed his name and the long awaited burst shot through her with a shattering explosion. Shards of electric sensation traveled through her veins, filling her with orgasmic bliss. Exquisite pleasure rippled inside her, leaving her sated and relieved. Her body hummed in the aftermath.

  All the built-up tension gone, she lay in a boneless heap. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, barely managing to catch her breath. “Oh. Wow.”

  “I’m not finished with you yet.” His voice was low and rumbling and sexy as sin. She caught the devious glint in his eyes.

  Sending him a wary glance, she scooted back toward the headboard. “I can’t take any more.”

  “Yes, you can. And you will.”

  “No. Isaac, I’m serious.”

  His riveting gaze captured hers. “So am I.”

  She blew out a breath. “Can’t you give me a minute to recover from the best orgasm of my life?”

  When he straightened and sat back on his heels, the enormous erection outlined by his underwear stood in stark relief. “I don’t remember that being part of the deal. You said don’t stop.”

  “But…how can you top what you just did?”

  He arched an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

  “No.” She scampered off the bed.

  Stalking her movements around the room, he paced after her retreat. “You know I can’t resist a challenge.”

  Her heart dropped to her toes. “Is that why you want me? I’m a challenge?”

  He stopped. “At the moment, hell yes, I want you.”

  That’s what he’d reduced her to—a temporary intrigue. Crossing her arms, she glared at him. “So what happens when the challenge is over?”

  The ghost of a smile traced his lips. “That’s when I throw you over my shoulder, carry you back to the bed and keep you there.”

  “Please.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re way too tame—”

  “I’ll show you tame,” he snarled softly. And did exactly what he’d warned. He scooped her up onto his shoulder, gave her a little slap on the butt, and tossed her down to the bed. He crawled over her, planting his beside her shoulders. “Now, what will it take to keep you here?”

  She raked her hands through his hair. The inky locks sprang back over his forehead. “Make love to me.”

  He smiled. “Your wish is my command.”

  “I like this arrangement much better,” she said before he captured her mouth with a sizzling kiss.

  Parting her lips, he sucked her tongue into his mouth and stole the breath from her chest. When she whimpered, he exhaled. She inhaled. In that moment, they became one being.

  Compelled to focus on her breathing, then his, they tasted each other’s deepest secrets. She’d never felt this to close to anyone. Ever. An intimacy that transcended the physical. Her body relaxed beneath him as her spirit soared.

  Gradually his hips began to move against hers. His length expanded to proportions that made her dizzy. How would he possibly fit inside her, with her body so small compared to his? He must’ve sensed her tension, because he stopped moving his lower half and focused exclusively on her upper body. Whispering sexy words into her ear while his tongue caressed the rim. Nibbling her neck while his hand repositioned to cup her breast. Gliding his thumb over her nipple while he kissed a steamy trail to the tight tip.

  Worried he’d go down on her again in spite of her super-sensitivity, she cupped his chin. He kissed her palm, his faint beard scraping her wrist. Urging his mouth back up to hers, she kissed him with delicate strokes of her tongue.

  The tempo of his heartbeat quickened against her breasts. He reached down to remove his underwear.

  And then he was there.

  The soft head probed her opening, easing inside. She inhaled and her thighs clamped his hips.

  “Relax, sweetheart. I’ll go slow.” His whispered assurances continued as he withdrew, almost pulling out, then pushed in deeper. He repeated the motion several times, caressing her cheeks and temples, delving in further. His gentle motions allowed her slickness to coat him.

  Then he dragged his knee up higher on the bed, widening her, and plunged fully into her heat.

  The sensation of being completely filled by him sent an erotic shiver up and down her spine. God, how she’d wanted this man. The reality of his smooth warm skin encasing hard muscle, pressing against her whole body, exceeded every fantasy.

  Closing her eyes, she hugged him and let out a sigh. His cheek brushed against hers, his breath hot as he surrounded her, moved inside her.

  One of his large hands slid into her hair, cupping the back of her head. His other hand scooped beneath her bottom, pressing her hips up as he rocked forward, deepening the length of his thrusts.

  “God, Mindy. You feel so good.”

  She murmured in agreement. She’d never experienced a partner so in tune with her body and her soul.

  Although she felt so small compared to him, he also made her feel sexually empowered. She gave him pleasure. She made him moan. She dragged her nails up his back and caused him to shiver. In these beautiful moments, he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him. She couldn’t imagine being with any other man but him ever again.

  A flood of happiness washed through her. She turned her face to the side before he saw the tear that leaked from the corner of her eye. He kissed the side of her neck that she offered him. The scrape of his teeth against her pulse jolted her, and she closed her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back.

  “Oh, God.” His guttural groan vibrated against her throat.

  Turning her face to look up at him again, she felt her breath catch in her chest at the raw beauty of him. A hint of strain tensed his features. His lips were parted around gusts of breath. Those huge glorious shoulders rocked above
her. Every rippling muscle in his tanned arms strove toward the ultimate pleasure.

  Nothing could be more perfect than this, her heart whispered. Her body agreed.

  With her legs wrapped around his waist, his erection glided inside just right. Each thrust sent him deeper and took her closer to ecstasy.

  “Yes, Isaac. Right there.”

  “Mmm. So good, baby.” He deepened his thrusts, sinking lower between her thighs. His muscular legs drove his rhythm faster. Harder.

  Sliding her hands over his body, she felt every muscle straining around her, above her, inside her. When he lifted his weight onto his forearms, she saw the glorious view of his abs contracting. And the place where they joined. He pumped into her fast and hard.

  “Oh, fuck.” His seething breath excited her.

  The trembling in her core increased and spread out like streaks of lightning to her limbs.

  So close. “Please. Yes. Yes.”

  She grabbed his shoulders as her inner walls clenched around him. A hurricane of sensation swirled through her. She curled into him. The tightness throbbed and burst into a million sparkling lights.

  “Yes. God. Mindy.” He thrust hard and tensed above her.

  Then he threw his head back and roared his release. She felt a hot splash as he spasmed and rocked hard against her once. Twice. The third time his whole body clenched before he groaned, his muscles released, and he collapsed.

  “Damn, baby.” He rested his forehead on her collarbone. His heavy breaths against her cleavage matched the heavy pulsing inside her. “You…are…incredible.”

  Withdrawing slowly, he groaned again then rolled onto his side. While his right arm cushioned her head he threw his leg over both of hers and clutched her breast as though holding on for dear life. Or reaffirming his territorial claim. Either one was fine by her.

  She arched in a luxurious stretch and kissed his sweaty forehead. “That was amazing.”

  He brushed his lips against her shoulder. “You know we’re going to have to do that again.”

  “Oh?”

  He nodded. “You made me lose my focus. It should’ve gone much longer.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “You should,” he said with an intensity that made her smile. “I came way too fast.” He playfully bit her shoulder. “All your fault.”

  “Is that so bad?” she asked, strumming her fingers along his arm that he’d draped over her waist.

  “Um, yeah. The way I’d pictured it, I would’ve taken you in every position.”

  “How many is that?”

  “More than we did.” He levered up onto his forearm, repositioned her head to rest in his palm. He stared down at her with the sexiest expression. “I wanted you on top. Then I’d take you from behind. And on the edge of the bed—”

  She pressed a finger to his lips. “But wasn’t it perfect?”

  As his features softened, he kissed her finger and curved his hand around hers, resting their joined hands between her breasts. “Yes.” He sighed. “It was perfect.”

  She smiled up at him. “I thought so, too.”

  The depth of emotion swirling in his pitch black eyes rekindled her desire. “And who said we were finished?”

  She blinked. “Again? Already?”

  Just as his erection flexed against her and he nodded, his cell phone vibrated in the pocket of his pants draped over the chair. “Shit,” he muttered.

  As he pushed upright, she stroked his face. “You don’t have to answer it.”

  He stared at her grimly. “Seeing as it’s vibrated four times since I stripped you naked, yeah, I kind of do.”

  Really? She hadn’t heard a thing. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. I just ignored it.”

  A sinking sensation weighed on her chest as he went to grab his phone. “Isaac Atlas,” he answered. Immediately, he recoiled and held the phone away from his ear. Then he cleared his throat. “Hello to you, too, Cade.” The tone of her lover’s voice didn’t bode well. Neither did the way his shoulders hunched. “Look, we—”

  She could hear Cade’s angry voice all the way from the bed. She sat up and gulped.

  “No, we had a change of plans—” Again, Isaac was cut off. He crossed an arm over his chest, supporting his elbow, and started pacing.

  Not good, she thought, and swallowed again.

  Isaac ran a hand through his hair looking agitated. “I get that, Cade, but—” Cut off once more, Isaac exhaled. “Believe me,” he barked, “I know how important this sale is to Soren Security.”

  While Cade was strung a little tight, his personality was usually reasonable. Apparently not today. Oh, this is so not good. And it’s my fault —I should’ve met Marcus.

  The realization shot chills down her arms. She should’ve been on the receiving end of Cade’s anger, not Isaac.

  Driven by concern, she shot out of bed and found her phone in her purse. Dead. The charger was in her lost luggage.

  Approaching Isaac, she reached for his phone. He held out his hand to keep her at arm’s length. “No. No, it’s totally my fault,” Isaac said.

  Her blood ran cold. Why was Isaac taking the blame for her failure to meet the client’s expectations? She couldn’t let Isaac put his career that he so loved on the line for her mistake. She tried to take the phone from him again.

  Isaac held it away, grabbed her chin, kissed her fiercely, and then locked himself in the bathroom. Stunned, she listened through the door.

  The gist of Cade’s reaming centered on Marcus’s call to headquarters when Mindy didn’t show up to meet him. Her shoulders sank.

  That’s all she seemed to do was disappoint people. Helen came roaring back into her mind, after a whole day’s reprieve. If you want to make it in the corporate world, Mindy, you require a better strategy. In fact, save your little sensitive self, don’t go into Corporate America. Go into non-profit—no, still too much accountability. Go into teaching, like your father. Sit in the ivory tower of academia where your ideals don’t have to mesh with reality. You’ll fail miserably anywhere else.

  Mindy had no one to blame but herself. She’d put herself in this position, choosing her heart and Isaac over what her company expected of her.

  Twisting her hands, she recognized Isaac’s uncomfortable but accurate suggestion from last night. No matter how she felt about him, she should’ve put her job first. She should’ve met Marcus and let him boast about himself, put his grimy hands on her, and let him think she might one day sleep with him if he signed on to their company as their first international client. Paving the way for Soren Security to spread east and make their mark.

  Oh, God, she’d ruined everything. Isaac might even lose his job. How could she fail so miserably? Good grief, her mother had spent years warning her how her selfishness would eventually be her downfall.

  Even if she’d bothered to try, she couldn’t stop the tears from streaking down her cheeks. Isaac had taken the fall for her. She shrank into herself, a familiar place of retreat each time one of Helen’s prophesies about her came true.

  Wiping her useless tears, she sat on the bed, unable to meet Isaac’s eyes when he finally came out of the bathroom. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

  Isaac shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

  “Cade’s frustration should’ve been directed at me. Not you.”

  “Hey…hey, it’s nothing to be upset about.” When he knelt in front of her and took her hands in his, she pulled away and crossed her arms over her stomach. “I should’ve listened to you last night. I was stupid, and short-sighted, and selfish—”

  “Mindy.” He cupped her chin. “You are one of the smartest, most passionate people I know.”

  Turning her head to the side, she forced him to drop his hand. “None of that matters. I should’ve done better. I should’ve faced Marcus, no matter how much I didn’t want to, no matter how he treated me.”

  “Stop. Right there.” Isaac’s fierce ton
e pulled her gaze to his. “I gave you the alternative. You were practically out the door when I asked you to stay.”

  The tears burned again, but she refused to let them fall. “You wouldn’t have asked if I’d been stronger, more focused on my job priorities. You gave me great advice last night, and when I didn’t listen, it fell back on you.”

  “Yeah, well, I didn’t want you to listen to me. I wanted you to forget Marcus, so I could keep you here and make love to you. We’re both to blame. I’m okay with shouldering that.”

  She shook her head. “I was stubborn. In a way, I forced you to choose between me and your job. That’s not fair. It’ll never be fair, but that’s how I am. I can’t help it. I’m a failure.”

  “Baby.” He pulled her into his arms and tucked her head against his shoulder. “Baby, you’re too hard on yourself. Stop that. And you’re anything but a failure.” He drew back and held her face. “Look how you charmed the Markovs. Even drunk you won them over. What you consider your ‘problem’ is what endeared them to you. You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. In fact, because of you, they decided to come to the U.S. to visit our company in person.”

  “That doesn’t equal a sale,” she retorted. “Because I left the SOS device, the best chance at a sale, in my lost luggage.”

  “Who cares?” His features strained with frustration. “One of my sales mentors when I was sixteen taught me how to sell swimming pools. We could’ve been selling dog shit for fertilizer. The thing is, it wasn’t about the product. We sold the idea of how great it would be to have a pool in the backyard for their kids to play in when a heat wave hit Last Vegas.”

  Unimpressed by the obvious, she shrugged. “So?”

  “So the main goal was to get inside the house, since we were selling door to door. The moment we sat down with them at their kitchen table, we could bank on the sale.”

  “I still don’t get it.”

  He smoothed his thumbs across her cheeks. “Every major decision a family makes often comes down to discussions around the kitchen table, I don’t care who you are or what your background. You got the client to cross oceans and time zones to sit at the table with us and discuss negotiations. I can promise you they wouldn’t go through the trouble if they didn’t know on some level they’d sign on with us. And that’s because of you.”