Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
A tender shiver twists my body as he kisses my breasts, sucking each nipple while restraining me with a single hand, demonstrating the immense power he has over me. It’s only right that he should be my bodyguard. My protector.
“You sure know what to say…” My voice is barely audible as my toes begin to tingle. “But this is all hypothetical, right? Right?”
Conrad chuckles, and I feel the engorged knot of his arousal between his legs as it flexes against my thighs and mound. “You think I’m only talking about other men, Belle? Before you climbed out the window, I was grinding my bare cock against your wet pussy. Why do you think that is?”
His words embarrass and inflame me at the same time. Why am I still shy? “Be-because you like me?”
Again, he laughs.
Did I say the wrong thing?
“Like you, Belle? I don’t like you; I cherish you. You’re my treasure. My rare jewel. I have a duty to you–a duty I will never abandon.”
My head is spinning, and the way he’s pressing his heavy body down against mine sure isn’t helping.
So he does like me? I thought I was just a job to him.
Conrad, what are you saying!?
“So you’ll protect me?”
“Of course,” he replies firmly.
“You’ll watch over me?”
“Without a doubt.”
“You’ll find the man who called in the bomb threat?”
He swallows hard, then responds. “Of course.”
A fizzy warmth overtakes me. The sensation between my legs has risen to new heights. His two fingers are still pressed against the tender skin of my valley, but he hasn’t moved inside. A normal man would have already pushed for more by now. But not Conrad. He’s a man of duty. He’s a man of principal. And he’s waiting for me to be ready.
“Conrad,” I ask softly, focusing on the strength of his chin. “Will you…teach me more, please?”
His pupils dilate, and his lips part as he stares back at me. “You want me to show you how to please Fitch?”
No. I want to please you, Conrad.
Lying, I nod. “Yes. Show me what he will want from me.”
The urge inside me is impossible to describe. I want to give Conrad my virginity more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. There’s a wellspring of desire bubbling up inside me, ready to erupt at any moment. My head is whirling as I watch him reach down between his legs and pull out his massive, thick shaft, swollen with blue veins, a shiny, translucent fluid dripping from its crown.
With a single movement, he yanks his T-shirt off and tosses it aside, revealing more muscles than I can count. A sculpted physique most men would die for. Each subtle movement he makes is reflected in the countless cuts and striations that adorn his figure. His eyes search my body, reflecting countless emotions that I wish I could decipher all at once.
“When Fitch sees you naked, Belle…” His voice trails off, his eyes losing focus. Then, like an invisible force has hit him, he gasps deeply and runs his tongue across his lower lip. “He’ll be shell-shocked by just how sexy you are.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” He nods, pressing his staff against my slippery center. My bud is still buzzing from his previous instruction, and when his manhood touches it, my vision begins to blur. It’s like I’ve been struck by an electrical current that’s frozen me in place. “But he won’t want to wait to be inside you, Belle. He’ll be so turned on by you that he will want to take you as quickly as possible. So he will.”
“And what do I do, Conrad?” I somehow manage to say, drifting in a cloud of spectacular sensation.
“You take a deep breath, angel. Because this will hurt at first–”
A loud digital bleating shatters the serenity of the moment, a ringtone accompanied by a vibration, causing Conrad’s chest to rumble as a lionesque growl erupts from his lips.
“Goddamn it!”
“Is that your phone?” I ask, desperately wanting his answer to be no. But he nods, showing his teeth like an angry animal.
“My work phone.”
“Don’t answer it,” I plead, tilting my hips up, enticing him to penetrate me. But he closes his eyes and shakes his head.
“I have to. There could be an emergency. If I don’t answer and something happens–”
“I understand.” I smile, running my fingers through his hair as the phone continues to blare obnoxiously. “Get it. Go on.”
It’s the complete opposite of what I want to say.
He presses a kiss against my neck, and I watch as he stands and pulls his phone from his pants and answers.
“Conrad. What?” His face twists in confusion, but he quickly turns away to hide it from me. My heart flutters, and I sigh deeply. Well, this couldn’t have gone any worse. “Are you sure it’s him? Well, what’s he saying? Okay. I’ll be right down.”