by M. S. Parker
She cried out in dismay as I lifted my head, looking down at her.
She wiggled impatiently. “More…” she demanded.
I shook my head, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
She didn’t resist as I turned her away. No, she actually bent over the desk in front of her as if she knew exactly what was on my mind.
The sight was almost enough to put me on my knees.
She’d worn a skinny skirt today that outlined her ass in ways that ought to be illegal, and while she’d been walking up the stairs, my eyes had been locked on said ass.
All morning, I’d thought about doing something like this.
She’d already dropped a condom on the desk, so I grabbed it and tore it open, fumbling only a little.
She rocked back against me as I pressed the head of my dick to the wet folds between her thighs.
I gripped her hip as she started to push back on me. “Be still,” I said. I didn’t want her taking control of this, not now.
Slowly, I pressed forward until she’d taken all of me, then I withdrew. I sank inside her again, watching as she stretched wide around my latex-sheathed cock.
She whimpered and twisted against me. “Quit teasing, Liam,” she said, her voice rough and ragged.
I wasn’t. I was…lost in her. I kept the same slow pace up, and soon, she was grabbing at the table, thrusting back onto me. Or trying, at least. I still held her body in place.
She tightened around me, making my eyes almost cross from the pleasure.
But I didn’t change my rhythm.
Sweat formed on my brow.
I could see it glisten on the back of her neck.
She was shaking now, keening under her breath and holding onto the front edge of her desk as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
I began to move faster, and she started to moan, low, continuous sounds that fed into my hunger.
Harder. Faster.
Our flesh slapped together, and she cried out as an orgasm hit her hard and fast. With her body still shaking, I didn’t hold back any longer, letting my own climax blast out of me as I drove into Mila’s cunt.
Yeah. I was sure as hell getting lost in her.
I had Friday and Saturday off this week.
Mila had suggested maybe I come by, but I’d declined. If I did that, the other bodyguard who watched her while I was off would wonder why.
If word got back to my boss that I was sleeping with the client, I was out of a job. Maybe that should have made me a little more cautious, but I couldn’t seem to help myself around Mila.
We weren’t romantically involved – there was nothing about this but sex. I could still do my job and sleep with her.
It was, of course, bullshit.
I was compromised as hell but told myself that it didn’t matter. There had been no attempts to harm Mila. Whatever it was her dad was worried about, there didn’t seem to be anything going on that involved her. Other than the time she’d gotten cramped up while swimming, she hadn’t been in any danger at all.
How are you going to recognize if she’s in danger when you’re buried in her pussy? The logical part of me kept rearing its ugly head, but I still wasn’t ready to let things end between us.
The conflict going on inside me was one that had hounded me ever since we started this…whatever it was. I’d hoped my uneasiness about it would fade, or maybe I wouldn’t want her so much, and then I could take a step back.
But it seemed I wanted her more every day, not less.
Ready for a break away from all of it, when Jake asked me if I wanted to go out and have a beer with him that night, I said yes.
I didn’t seem to be able to escape what was haunting me though. And Jake noticed.
“Everything okay with the job?” he asked after the server put two beers down then walked off.
I glanced at him. “Why do you ask?”
My cousin shrugged. “Well, you’ve hardly said two words today. You’re grim about something. Since you’re not seeing anybody…” He stopped and cocked his head. “Are you seeing somebody?”
I had no intention of saying anything to him, but to my surprise, the answer shot from my mouth. “I’m sleeping with the woman I’m supposed to be guarding.”
Jake blinked.
Then he straightened in his chair and reached for his beer, draining it. Once he put it down, he pinned me with a hard look. “Did you say you’re sleeping with the woman you’re guarding?”
I nodded and looked away, braced for the lecture that was sure to come.
But Jake stayed quiet.
Finally, I looked at him, and he shook his head. “You could be asking for a lot of trouble there, Liam. But I suspect you know that.”
“Hell. Yes.” I drained my beer and flagged down the server. I had a sudden desire to just get wasted. “I still can’t seem to help myself.”
“Are you able to take care of her while being involved with her like that?”
“There’s nothing to take care of. So far, nothing’s happened.” I didn’t mention the incident on the beach. It had no place here. “Nobody follows her. She hasn’t been contacted. Nothing.”
Jake leaned forward, his eyes holding mine. “I don’t think you’d do anything that would intentionally endanger anybody, but sex has a way of clouding things,” he said softly.
Shit. He didn’t have to tell me that.
A sex-hazed fog seemed to surround my thoughts most days, and when I wasn’t thinking about getting Mila naked, I was counting down the time until it was appropriate to get her naked. Otherwise, I was busy getting her naked.
“What are you going to do when this job is over? Keep on seeing her?”
I glanced at my cousin and shook my head. “I can’t even say we’re seeing each other now. We’re sleeping together. That’s it.” I pondered his question for a moment, then exhaled a long breath. “And hell, I have no idea what’s going to happen once I’m no longer needed as her bodyguard.”
It wasn’t something I wanted to think about either.
Twenty
Mila
Normally, I enjoyed my weekends. Under normal circumstances, I might have been thinking about going out to a club or calling some friends about a movie.
Something.
But the only way I was going to a club or a movie would be if my bodyguard tagged along – and while I wouldn’t mind if it was Liam, Liam had been off yesterday and today.
His replacement was a stern-faced guy who made Liam look positively outgoing. He could be on duty for hours, and we’d barely speak five words to each other.
And there was no way I was going to think about going out or making plans with him along.
I spent that Saturday puttering around the house, taking care of errands and doing some online shopping. I was considering going to the pub on the next street over when somebody knocked at the door.
I didn’t even get out of the living room before my bodyguard intervened, holding up a hand in a familiar signal. I’ll deal with this, that hand said.
Annoyed, I went to peer out the window.
He gave me a dark look where he stood with his hand on the doorknob.
“You can open up,” I told him. “It’s my grandmother.”
That stern face of his didn’t soften even a little as he complied, opening the door for Millie to come inside.
She arrived in a cloud of Chanel No. 5, all smiles as she greeted my bodyguard then came bustling over toward me. We hugged each other, and she brushed my hair back from my face. “I take it that Liam is off today?” she asked, gesturing toward the man who’d taken his place back up by the door.
“Yes. He’s back on tomorrow.” Thank goodness. I didn’t look at the Grim Reaper who stood looming in the doorway. It wasn’t really his fault we hadn’t connected and that I all but counted the hours on the days when Liam wasn’t here. “Come on. I haven’t eaten lunch yet. I’ll make us something.”
“That sounds delightful.” She put he
r bag down and the two of us – the three of us – walked into the kitchen.
Millie’s eyes widened slightly as she turned to face me. “Do you ever have any privacy now?”
“Very little,” I said, annoyance showing in my voice.
It wasn’t as bad when Liam was there, and it wasn’t just because we were sleeping together either. Liam didn’t feel like he was a burr, rubbing at the tender, exposed skin.
Determined not to think about it and let it ruin my mood, I gestured for her to sit at the breakfast bar while I rummaged around for something to eat. “Sandwiches okay, Grandma?”
“Oh, yes. I’m not picky.”
We chatted as I got everything together and joined her at the bar. As we put our sandwiches together, Millie asked, “I don’t suppose your father has told you anything more about this threat against you, has he?”
“He’s not even sure there is a threat.” Rolling my eyes, I slathered some mustard on the bread and topped off my ham and swiss creation.
“He must have some reason to think there’s a threat to you. Otherwise…” Millie’s eyes strayed toward the silent man by the doorway.
“He worries too much.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it either. The more I do, the bitchier I get.”
Millie threw back her head and laughed. “I never would have thought you would bitch about having big, strong men hovering at your heels.”
I made a face at her.
That only amused her even more.
“You see what it’s like having somebody hover at your heels twenty-four seven.”
There was a knock at the door. Not in any hurry to disrupt my meal, I looked at my guard. He eyed me narrowly then turned to go see who it was.
“He’s a grumpy one, isn’t he?” Millie asked. “So unlike Liam.”
A smile bowed up her lips, and I tensed, not liking the look in her eyes.
“What are you getting at, Grandma?”
She waved a hand. “I’m not the one who got at anything. That would be you.” She pointed at me. “Or are you going to tell me the two of you haven’t been intimate?”
I glowered at her, watching the doorway nervously.
“Relax, I’m not going to say anything else,” she told me before taking a bite of her sandwich. “As long as he’s still doing his job by you, that’s all that matters.”
“So, you’re not…going to lecture me?”
“You’re a grown woman. He’s an attractive man.”
The guard returned, carrying a box and several envelopes with him. “It was your mail. You have a delivery.”
He put everything on the bar and returned to his station.
Millie glanced at the box.
“I’ve been doing some online shopping,” I told her. “Going stir crazy here and it keeps me sane.”
“You aren’t locked inside the house, darling. Go out, go have some fun. These boys can keep up with you.” A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, but she said nothing else.
“I’m not going to a club with a bodyguard hovering at my shoulder.” I glanced over at Tall, Dark, and Broody and added, “He doesn’t exactly blend.”
Later, Millie and I sat in the sunroom. She sipped her iced tea before putting the glass down and looking at me, a rather serious expression on her face.
“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked. Although Grandma was active and fit, she was getting older. If something was wrong…
“You worry too much, darling,” Millie said with a sigh. “But no, nothing is wrong. I’ve just…well, I’ve decided it’s time to make some changes.”
“What…like a haircut?”
She laughed. “Heavens, no. I’m talking about Pleasure Island, Mila.”
I went still, eying her.
“You know that I’ve always planned to leave the island and the resort to you.”
“Yes.” I nodded, uncertain where she was going with this.
“I’ve decided I don’t want to wait any longer.” She held out a hand, and I took it, letting her tug me closer. “I’m ready to slow down and retire. I want to turn over ownership of the island and the resort to you…now.”
I gaped at her. “Now?”
“Yes.” She squeezed my hand, then got to her feet, moving around the sunroom with a restlessness that was unlike her. “It’s time for you, sweetheart. I’ve had a good long run with it, but as I said…I’m ready to slow down.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with you?”
Millie laughed. “I’m just getting older, darling, and I want to…relax. And just enjoy my time. But the resort will need somebody to take over, and you know I want it to be you.”
My head was spinning.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“If you’re not ready to say yes, then will you at least think about it?” Millie came back to me and once more, she took my hand.
I squeezed her fingers. “Of course, I’ll think about it.”
The question was…would I be able to think about anything else?
Twenty-One
Liam
Liam
I took my place at Mila’s door after the night guy and I greeted each other, and he gave his report.
The report was pretty simple.
Everything was quiet, and Mila was still in bed.
The thought of joining her was strong, but I resisted the urge as I did a walk-through of the house.
Nothing seemed out of place.
I was starting to believe Mila when she insisted her father was overreacting.
I came back into the main entryway just as Mila descended the steps.
She looked at me with a sleepy smile and hit me hard on the chest. She had on a robe, and her hair was tousled. She was absolutely beautiful.
“You in the mood for some coffee?” she asked as she came the rest of the way down.
I opened my mouth to accept, but instead, I heard myself saying, “I’m in the mood for you.” I closed the distance between us and slid my arms around her waist.
She blinked at me, her smile widening. “Who needs coffee?”
I took her hand, and we retreated back up the steps. In her room, I reached for her first, grabbing the belt of her robe and freeing it. I wasn’t surprised to find her naked under the material. Skimming my hands up her sides, I cupped her breasts as I lowered my mouth to hers.
I no longer doubted that I could touch her, please her. She’d shown me that I was more than capable of it – that we both pleased each other. I didn’t know if it would be like this with another woman, but I couldn’t really even consider it. Every time the thought occurred to me, I cut it off simply because the thought of touching somebody other than Mila didn’t appeal to me. At all.
Touching her, though…
I went to my knees in front of her, pressing a kiss to her belly, then going lower.
She spread her thighs at my urging, and I held her hips before pressing my mouth to her cunt. She gasped and moved her hips toward me beseechingly. I licked her, and she made a hungry little moan in her throat. She was salty and sweet against my tongue, and the taste of her only made me want more.
I hoarded every gasp, every sigh, the way she cupped the back of my head and urged me on. And when I made her come, I felt about ten feet tall.
Rising, I urged her back onto the bed before stripping out of my coat and shirt. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and climbed onto the wide four-poster bed.
She reached for the buckle of my pants and freed it, her eyes wicked as she slid her hand inside and cupped me.
“This is so much better than coffee,” she teased.
I’d come to enjoy her teasing, but I wasn’t in the mood for anything other than having her impaled on my cock. Slanting my mouth over hers, I bore her down onto the bed.
I tore open the condom and rolled it down my flesh, flicking a look at her as she lay there waiting for me. Sh
e slid her tongue out, her gaze locked on my dick, and it pulsed in response.
Stretching out over her, I rolled onto my back and urged her upright. I loved watching her straddle me, and she knew it. She arched her back and rocked against me, letting me feel the heat that had gathered between her thighs.
“Stop teasing,” I said, gripping her hips and lifting her up.
“But that’s part of the fun.” She slid her hands up and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples as she continued to roll her hips.
I tightened my hands. “Now, Mila.”
“So bossy.” She gave me a mock pout but shifted around, then reached down, holding my cock steady as she took me inside.
I groaned as she closed over me, hot and hungry and tight.
Her hazel eyes locked with mine as she swayed forward and planted her hands on my shoulders.
Her breasts swung gently as she started to move, her nipples puckered and hard.
It was one hell of a sight, and I enjoyed it every time I saw it.
“I want your hands on me,” Mila said.
I squeezed her hips, my fingers curving into her ass. I was learning to play with her, and instead of doing as she clearly wanted, I used my hands to slow her rhythm, squeezing tighter. “My hands are on you,” I told her.
“Not like that.” Her lashes drooped over her eyes.
“Show me what you mean then.”
Her smile widened, and she slid her hands up to cup her breasts, lifting them, plumping them together.
My mouth watered just watching her.
“You know what I mean. I want you to touch me, Liam,” she insisted.
Who was I to say no to that?
Her hands fell away as I lifted mine to replace them and she shivered in satisfaction, still swaying in that slow, lazy rhythm.
I trailed one hand down her torso, then lower, watching her face as I found her clit with my thumb.
She bit her lower lip as I started to stroke.
I knew her rhythm now, knew the pressure she liked, when and how. I knew how to make her breathing hitch and how to make her sigh.
