Page 102 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door
The cuffs rattled as he pulled against them, testing them. “I think we're good.”
I sank back onto my heels. Beck had a devious smile on his face as if he couldn't wait to get started.
“I'm all yours,” he said, his voice like gravel.
My dress pooled around me. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the zipper without his assistance. But there was something that I could do. I got out of bed and slowly bent over, giving Beck a view of my ass while my hands slid under my dress, removing my barely there thong. He might as well enjoy the show.
Beck inhaled sharply, his gaze locked on the wisp of fabric.
I stood up, capturing his complete attention. “Want this?” I twirled the thing before dragging it up his chest and flicking it away.
“Told you you were a tease,” he said with a smirk.
Like me, he was woefully overdressed. I climbed back on the bed, lifting my dress to make it easier to straddle him.
The cuffs rattled.
I wagged a finger at him. “Naughty, naughty.”
“Your naked cunt is on my waist, and as much as I love it, I’d love it more if my hands were on your waist while I piston into you, so I could watch those gorgeous tits bounce as I make you come.”
Fuck if that filthy mouth of his didn't make me even slicker.
My hands found the hard planes of his chest. Then I began unbuttoning his dress shirt. He'd shucked his coat off earlier and now he was there, his olive skin beneath my hands. He was mine for the taking.
Beck looked like he should be on the cover of a romance novel. His muscles flexed under my fingers and his cock twitched beneath me.
My nails pressed lightly into his skin. “Patience, Bennet.”
“It's hard to be patient while you're touching my body, Marks,” Beck grumbled.
“I'm taking my time, and you’ll have to deal with it.”
My hands explored more, venturing further south.
I palmed his length through his dress pants, and Beck emitted a hiss.
The sound of him wanting me drove me onward. Had I ever been so nervousandexcited?
Blood pumped through my veins as I released the metal buckle of his leather belt. The button came next, and then down went the zipper.
It had been dark when I'd gone down on him the other night and I was desperate to see him again. I stood mesmerized as his cock sprang free of the confines of his pants.
Fuck. He was glorious. Hard, thick, and straining. I would need a warm up first.
I licked my palm before wrapping a hand around his length and pumping it slowly, teasing him.
“Christ, Luna. You have no fucking idea how good that feels.” His eyes fluttered shut as I added a second hand, my grip tightening.
Then I stopped.
Beck's eyes flew open. “What the?—”
“My turn.”
Beck relaxed. “Fuck, yes.”
“I want to feel good, Bennet.”
