Page 22 of Sultry Bodyguard Summer

She would.

Will I survive without her?

Probably not.

Her mouth is a magic place. Her tongue finds every part of me like she’s seeking out treasures in my crevices. Never have I been treated this well. Her mouth reminds me of the slickness of her pussy, but it’s wetter, looser. There’s a sequence to this kind of fucking, and it's meant to be a surprise. She's calling the shots.

Intense, dreamy sensations fill me. My balls tingle on her lips. She takes my head in her mouth, and those dreamy sensations turn feral.

My balls rise in a head-spinning demand for release as she sucks me to the back of her throat. “What should I do, Sienna? Where do I come?”

She holds my shaft in her hand as she eases away. “Put your hands on my head and take me as hard as you want.”

The invitation pushes me to the brink. “I don’t know if I can hang on.”

She grabs my hand and sticks it on her head. I weave both hands through her beautiful hair to her scalp and hold her to my dick. Like she told me, I thrust into her mouth, but not as hard as I want. She’s too precious for the brunt of that force.

Still, I thrust powerfully and deep. The release takes the life out of me and shoots down her throat.

How I love this woman.

It’s not a revelation. I think I’ve loved her forever.

She lies beside me. “How was that first?”

“Like everything else we’ve done, it’s definitely something I want to repeat.”

She places her hand on my chest, the way I like, and we drift back to sleep.

“Stay here. I’ll get the concierge,” Sienna says when the marina concierge texts to tell me they’re at the door for our blueberry pancake breakfast dishes.

I hate her doing anything for me. I’m also happy to stay in front of the TV to check the baseball scores. If we won and the second-place team lost, we’ll be up four games, which is golden at this point in the season.

A high-pitched sound turns my blood cold.Sienna.I jump off the couch and race to the kitchen.

The concierge server calmly places the dishes in a basket.

Sienna stares at her phone, her expression one of shock.

I’m horrified at myself. I let her answer the door. I should’ve done it. I’m the protection. Why did I slip up?

I forgot I was the protection. Sex with Sienna made me forget who I am.

“They know,” she says, still staring at the phone.

“I’m going now,” the concierge says.

I need to secure the door. That’s my job. Not consoling Sienna. “I’ll be right back,” I say and follow the concierge.

With the door secure, I return to the kitchen. Sienna leans against the counter. Her expression is pained.

I hug her to my side. “What’s going on?”

“Mom called an hour ago. She needs to talk. She got a letter from Blake. He told her everything about my years as an escort. She sounds very upset." A tear falls down Sienna's cheek. "Mom can be very mean.”

The way Sienna says it, I don’t doubt it.

“Now, she’s finally got a reason to hate me. She’s never really liked me. She’s one of those parents who do the bare minimum and think she’s being generous because deep down inside, she doesn't like me for reasons she can’t articulate.”