Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
She whimpers, grinding against my hand. "Shut up and fuck me, then."
I chuckle darkly, shoving her panties aside and thrusting two fingers inside her. She's tight, hot, clenching around me like a vice. "Oh, I'll fuck you, princess. But first, you're gonna come on my fingers. Show me how much you need it."
I pump them in and out, curling to hit that spot that makes her gasp. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her body trembling. "Mack... oh fuck... yes..."
"That's it, come for me. Soak my hand like the dirty girl you are." She shatters, crying out, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I don't let up, drawing it out until she's shaking.
Before she can catch her breath, I spin her around, bending her over the couch arm. I drop my pants, freeing my cock—thick and aching for her. "Spread those legs," I command, and she does, arching her back like she's posing for me. I rub the head against her entrance, teasing. "Beg for it, Indigo. Tell me you want this bodyguard dick ruining you."
"Please... Mack, fuck me. I need it so bad."
I slam into her in one thrust, burying myself deep. She screams, the sound muffled by the cushions, but I don't stop. I grip her hips, pounding hard and fast, the slap of skin echoing. "Fuck, you're tight. This pussy was made for me, wasn't it? Gripping me like you never want me to leave."
"Yes... oh god, yes..." She's pushing back, meeting every thrust, her ass jiggling with the force.
I reach around, rubbing her clit again. "Come again, baby. Milk my cock. I want to feel you squeeze every drop out of me."
She explodes, her walls fluttering, and it's too much. I groan, thrusting deep as I come, filling her up, marking her as mine.
We collapse together, breathing ragged. Enemies? Not anymore. Now, she's all mine.
SEVEN
INDIGO
I wake to the warmth of Mack's body pressed against mine, his arm draped possessively over my waist like he owns me. The penthouse is bathed in soft morning light filtering through the curtains, Cupid City's skyline a hazy backdrop beyond the windows. My muscles ache in the best way, a delicious reminder of last night—how the fake date turned real after we got back, tension snapping like a live wire. One heated argument about "protocols," and suddenly we were tearing at each other's clothes, enemies colliding in a frenzy of need. He took me right there on the couch first, then carried me to the bed, growling filthy promises that made me shatter over and over. God, I came so hard I saw stars.
Now, here we are, tangled in the sheets, his breath steady and hot against my neck. I shift slightly, feeling his morning hardness nudge against my ass, and a thrill shoots through me. I shouldn't want this—him—so badly. He's my bodyguard, grumpy as hell, but damn, the way he looks at me, protects me... it's addictive. And that dirty mouth? It unlocks something wild in me.
He stirs, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb lazily circling my nipple. "Morning, princess," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and something darker. "Sleep well after I fucked you senseless?"
A shiver runs down my spine. I love it when he talks like that—raw, commanding. It makes my core clench with anticipation. "Mmm, like a well-fucked supermodel," I tease back, arching into his touch. "You weren't so bad yourself, big guy."
He chuckles low, nipping at my earlobe. "Not bad? Baby, I had you screaming my name. Begging for more." His fingers pinch my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp, pleasure-pain sparking. "Admit it—you loved every second of my cock owning that tight pussy."
Heat floods my cheeks and between my legs. "God, yes," I breathe, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes are stormy, hair tousled, stubble shadowing that strong jaw. Gorgeous. I trace a finger down his chest, over the ridges of abs, lower to where he's rock-hard and ready. "And now? Round two?"
He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand to his length, wrapping my fingers around him. He's thick, throbbing under my palm. "Feel that? That's what you do to me, Indigo. Waking up next to you, smelling like sex and vanilla. I want to bury myself in you again. Make you come until you can't walk straight for that showcase."
I stroke him slowly, loving the way his breath hitches. "Promises, promises." But my body's already responding, nipples pebbled, thighs slick. I lean in, kissing him deep, tongues tangling as his free hand roams down my body, squeezing my ass.
He breaks the kiss, flipping me onto my back in one smooth move, pinning me with his weight. "Not promises—facts." His mouth trails down my neck, sucking marks that'll need concealer later. "I'm gonna tease you first. Get you dripping wet, begging like the naughty girl you are."