Page 34 of Thirsty Bodyguard Summer

The orgasm built through my abdomen and broke hard enough to pull a cry from me. Shane kept licking through every contraction until my thighs shook around him.

Then he eased back and kissed the inside of my leg.

I stared at the ceiling, breathing hard.

“That was very smug work,” I said.

Shane lifted his head. His mouth glistened.

“I’m willing to accept criticism.”

“I haven’t decided whether you earned any.”

He smiled. “Take your time.”

I sat up and pushed him onto his back.

His eyebrows rose.

“I’ve decided.”

I pulled his shorts down.

His cock sprang free, thick and hard against his abdomen.

Shane studied my face. “Still reviewing?”

“I’m adjusting the scope.”

His laugh broke into a groan when I wrapped my fingers around him.

I stroked from base to tip, learning the weight and shape of him. A bead of pre-cum gathered at the head. I licked it away.

His hips lifted.

“Hold still,” I said.

He dropped back to the mattress, chest rising sharply.

I took him into my mouth.

Shane clutched the sheets. His other palm settled lightly against the back of my head without pushing. I worked him deeper, using my tongue around the head before drawing back.

“Cassidy, that feels—”

I took him down again.

His sentence dissolved into a rough sound.

I wanted every bit of his control affected by me. I wanted the man who knew how to command a stage to lose the next beat because my mouth was around his cock.

Shane’s thighs tensed beneath my touch.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

I released him with a soft pop.

“Not yet.”