Page 42 of Possessive Bodyguard Summer

“You better!” I squealed as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his hips.

“Fucking, hell, Monroe. I've been trying to stop myself for weeks."

"How's that working out for you?"

He smiled. "Terribly."

I laughed, the sound disappearing as his lips found mine again.

Clay laid me down on his bed and tugged his shirt over his head.

“It should be a crime to look that good,” I groaned.

He chuckled. “I could say the same about you, Monroe.”

I sat up and took off my own shirt, throwing it at him. His eyes darkened with desire and he licked his lips.

“Christ. You have no idea what you do to me. That stupid bikini? Monroe, you’ve been driving me wild all day.”

“Show me,” I teased.

He knelt at the foot of the bed and shimmied my shorts and panties down my legs, then he parted my thighs and pulled me closer to him.

“Clay.”

“I need to taste you,” he murmured, kissing his way down my thighs.

The first swipe of his tongue against my sex made me tremble. The next one had my hands tangled in his hair and my hips arching. I was desperate for more.

“So greedy,” he chuckled before sucking on my clit.

“Jesus, Clay,” I panted.

He paused and looked up for a second. “Gotta keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake Kaleigh, would you?” he said with a raised brow.

He didn’t wait for my answer, instead his mouth was back on me in an instant.

Holy hell the man was talented with his tongue.

Clay pressed a finger inside of me, then another. Curling them in a come-hither motion that drove me wild.

Between the pregnancy hormones and being so wound up from just being near Clay, falling for him all this time, it didn’t take long for my orgasm to take hold.

I wanted to scream. To call out Clay’s name and let the whole world know who was responsible for making me feel this way. But I wasn’t ready for this to end and I didn’t want to interrupt Kaleigh’s nap so I covered my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure.

Clay didn’t stop as my pussy pulsed around his fingers. He licked and nipped, bringing me through it and easing me back down.

When he stood, I could see the visible bulge in his pants and the evidence of my release coating his beard.

He shucked his shorts and boxers then stroked his length. Pre-cum leaked from the tip. Clay rang his thumb through it, smearing it over the head and down his shaft. “Do you see what you’re doing to me?”

I nodded.

Clay leaned down, bracing himself on his elbows so he could kiss me.

“Still with me?”

“Yes.”