Her Bodyguard (Raunchy Royals Book 2)

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by Paige, Sabrina


  When he’s finished, he stands. “I’m going to let Noah know I’m indisposed for the next few hours,” he says, turning.

  “Wait – what if someone comes looking for me?”

  He turns and looks at me with a cocky grin. “Then they’ll find you underneath me, I guess.”

  82

  Albie

  When I come back from giving Noah a bullshit excuse for missing whatever the hell is on the agenda this afternoon – some scheduled activity, no doubt, even though we’re supposed to be having a relaxing summer – Belle is naked.

  Belle is naked, in my bedroom.

  She’s walking toward the bathroom, her perfect ass toward me, and I stand there for a second, watching her.

  This is the first time I’ve seen her totally naked.

  She turns and looks over her shoulder. “Did you make an excuse for me?” she asks. "Security assigned me a bodyguard, you know."

  "I did," I say. "Your bodyguard knows you're here."

  "What?" She spins around toward me, looking at me with wide eyes. Her hand is on her hip, her perky breasts visible now that she’s facing me, and I make no attempt to hide the fact that I’m ogling her.

  And I don’t make any attempt to conceal the raging hard-on I get from looking at her. She’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.

  "Relax," I say. "I told him you're here because we're discussing my involvement with the charity work you're going to be doing."

  "In your bedroom," she says, scowling. "Noah isn't stupid."

  "No," I agree. I'm sure he suspects something is going on between Belle and I. "But he's very loyal."

  She purses her lips for a moment, as if she’s considering leaving. “You’re staring at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

  “I haven’t seen you naked before. I’m admiring the view,” I say. “I enjoy looking at what’s mine.”

  “Has anyone told you you’re kind of a misogynistic prick?”

  “More times than you think.”

  She laughs. “I’m not sure I like someone referring to me as his possession,” she says.

  “You liked it a few minutes ago,” I say, walking past her and pausing long enough to slap her ass. Just to emphasize the whole misogynistic prick thing. “Besides, I’m just stating a fact.”

  She follows me into the bathroom, standing in the doorway as I turn on the water in the oversized tub. “You think owning me is a fact?”

  Crossing the room, I keep my eyes on hers as I reach between her legs, my fingers pressing against her clit. When she inhales, her breasts rise, her nipples grazing my chest. “You’re saying it’s not?” I ask. “I thought I left my mark a few minutes ago.”

  A crimson flush rises to her cheeks, and she opens her mouth but doesn’t speak.

  “Don’t leave your mouth hanging open like that, luv,” I say, crossing the bathroom to shut off the water. “It only tempts me.”

  I don’t wait for her to respond before I disrobe and step into the tub.

  “A bath?” she asks, watching me from the door.

  “Get in.”

  She pads across the marble floor with light steps, and dips a foot in the water. “You should stop ordering me around.”

  I wait until she sinks into the water to respond. “You should stop doing what I tell you to do.”

  Belle sits on the other side of the bathtub, like she’s suddenly chaste and trying to keep something from happening between us. “What?” she asks, when she catches me watching her.

  “You’re nervous.”

  “This is weird.”

  “You mean sitting in a tub with your stepbrother?” I ask. “What could be weird about that?”

  “Stop calling yourself that.”

  “I only do it because you’re so hung up on it.”

  “I’m not hung up on it.”

  “Sitting in the tub with my wife, then.”

  Belle’s eyes widen, but the corners of her mouth curl up and she splashes me playfully with water. “I told you not to call me that, either.”

  “I thought we already established you don’t do the telling here, luv.”

  She laughs. “You have some major control issues.”

  “I’m a prince,” I say. “What do you expect? And I already know you enjoy being told what to do, despite your protests otherwise.”

  “Do not.”

  “Come here.”

  She smiles and arches an eyebrow. “And what if I don’t?"

  "Come over here," I tell her.

  It's not a question. There's no trace of a question in my tone.

  She studies me for a long time before relenting, sliding across the expansive tub until she's face-to-face with me. "And?"

  "Turn around."

  "Why?" she asks, but she turns before I can answer. Pulling her back tightly, I press my hardness against her.

  "Because I want to feel you against me." I slide my hands over her arms, across her breasts, down her stomach. When my lips hover near her neck, she tilts her head to the side, responding to my touch, and I breathe her in deeply.

  "Did you just smell me?"

  "No."

  "You totally just smelled me. I heard you sniff."

  "I like the way you smell."

  "Oh."

  "Yeah, oh."

  She finally relaxes in my arms, as I run my palms over her taut stomach. When she leans her head back against my chest, I sit there, holding her for a long time.

  The rational part of my brain tells me I should get the hell out of this bathtub.

  I should get the hell away from her.

  This feels too much like something more than it can be.

  I’m not this man, the one sitting in the bathtub holding a girl like this.

  I’m not this man, who’s sitting here still, in one place with Belle.

  I’m not this man who feels content.

  "You love this place,” Belle says abruptly.

  I love being here with her.

  “What place?”

  “This whole thing,” she says. “The summer house.”

  “We all used to love it here -- Alex, especially. Now, not so much – all of her friends are in hotter cities, and there’s no club scene here.”

  “We had a place on Cape Cod like this,” she says. “I mean, not like this place. It was a small summer home, my father’s first huge purchase after his company became really big. He kept it, even after he was really wealthy and could get a huge place in the Hamptons or whatever.” She pauses for a long moment before speaking again. “He was a good man. It was hard for my mother, after he died.”

  “It was sudden,” I say. I looked up the stories about her father’s death, but that doesn’t mean I know how it was for her when it happened.

  "It happened on a Friday night when my parents were out at dinner. He was having chest pain all afternoon. My mother had a hard time after that," she says. "She wasn't always so…political…you know. She used to be warmer than she is now."

  “I think she makes my father happy,” I tell her honestly. “She seems to care about him, and that’s good for him. He wasn’t the same after my mother died."

  "What was your mother like?"

  "Joyful," I tell her. "She had a way of making the huge palace feel like a home. She knew everyone by name – all the staff, and the names of their kids. She knew who had an aging parent or sick child. Everyone loved her, my father most of all. The cancer took her joy away slowly. It bled the life from her. I think it did the same to my father. Until your mother came along."

  "I hope she makes him happy," Belle says.

  "I hope so too," I tell her. "Alex and I have been a disappointment to him."

  "Albie," she says, her voice tender. "I'm sure that's not true."

  "You can't ever live up to a ghost," I say. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about our parents anymore."

  "Then what should we talk about?" she asks softly.

  “Turn around.”

  She does it without
protest, sliding onto my lap, and I bring my lips to hers. I kiss her tenderly, softly, my tongue finding hers like it’s finding its way home. I kiss her like that for far too long until she breaks away from me. “No more talking,” I say.

  Belle smiles, her hands around the back of my neck. She raises herself up so that she's looking down at me with her breasts in my face. Hovering above me with one leg on either side of me, she reaches between my legs and wraps her hand around the base of my cock. Teasing me, she rubs the head of my cock against her clit. “Whatever should we do, then?”

  “This.” I reach up to grab a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, and I pull her face down to mine, my other hand grasping her hip. I lower her onto my cock, her slick wet pussy so tight I can’t imagine anything in the world better than being inside her. She’s warm and wet; the water in the tub hasn’t washed that away.

  Belle moans my name. Her eyes close, and when she leans forward with her forehead near mine, her hair falls around our faces like a curtain, the ends curling into the water and dragging it down.

  When she rocks against me, pushing my cock deep inside her, she throws her head back. It drives me crazy, the way she looks with her eyes closed and her head tilted, like she’s savoring the sensation of my cock inside her. "You love it," I say. "You love the way my cock feels in your tight pussy."

  "Yes," she murmurs. "I love the way you feel."

  "This slick wet pussy is mine," I say. I’m not sure if I’m reassuring her or myself. My hands explore her breasts as she picks up momentum. Having this girl riding me, taking her pleasure from me, makes me want to explode inside her.

  "Yes," she says. Then she moans the word again when I take her breast in my mouth, my tongue flicking slow circles over her nipple.

  Yes.

  I pull her close, my hands roaming her back and arms, fingers tangling in her hair as she rides me, gripping then flesh of her ass. “This ass is mine.”

  “Yours,” she breathes.

  “All of it,” I tell her. I spread her ass cheeks as she fucks me, and push my finger against her asshole.

  When she registers my touch she gasps, inhaling sharply and looking at me with wide eyes. “I’ve never…”

  “I know,” I say. “But I want all of you. Every inch of you is mine. Say it.”

  “Yours,” she whispers, pushing me deeper inside her. I press my finger against her asshole, slowly, letting her get used to the sensation. She rocks on my cock, riding me at her own pace, only once hesitating. I revel in the way her expression changes, the way she winces at my finger initially, but then lets go, pain changing to unabashed pleasure. “Albie,” she whispers. “That’s so…good.”

  “Relax, luv,” I tell her. “I want to fill all of you.”

  She whimpers, then moans louder as she lets go. She throws her head back, beginning to lose control. My finger pressed just slightly inside her tight hole, I let her ride me until I can feel her on edge, her pussy swelling around me.

  When she makes the little whimpering noises that signals she's close, I pull her off my cock and stand, my hands on her waist.

  “What are you doing?”

  I step out of the tub and reach for her. She stands on the floor for a second before I wrap her in a giant white towel, then slide one hand behind her knees and lift her off her feet. "I want you out here."

  "I'm dripping wet," she protests while I turn to reach inside the bedside table. When she sees what I have, her hand flies to her mouth. “Oh my God, what are you doing?”

  “I told you I want all of you, luv.”

  “I don’t know if I can…” she starts, but her voice trails off, her eyes fixated on me as I apply lubricant to the butt plug.

  “All of you,” I say. “I want everything.”

  She squeals when I climb onto the bed, but her legs spread immediately, like a reflex. “I’ve never done this before, Albie,” she says.

  “I’ll take it slow,” I tell her. “Unless you want me to stop.”

  She takes her lower lip between her teeth, and shakes her head. “No. Don’t stop,” she says softly. “I want you to have all of me.”

  But before that, I have to taste her. Belle arches up her hips to meet me as I bend down to bring my lips to her sweet pussy. Her taste – fresh and sweet – makes me want to be inside her, but I resist the urge, taking my time with her.

  Savoring her.

  Exploring her.

  When I finally bring the plug up to her ass and press it against her hole, she moans. For a second, I think she’s crying out in pain, but then she speaks. “I’m so close, Albie,” she whispers.

  I fuck her with my tongue as I push the plug slowly inside her tight hole. Her knees tighten around my head as I fuck her.

  Until she finally relaxes and accepts everything.

  Until she’s filled to the hilt with the sex toy.

  She grasps at my hair. “Shit, Albie,” she says, her words punctuated by gasps. “I’m going to come.”

  I bring my face away from between her legs, sliding up her body until the head of my cock presses against her slick entrance. “You don’t come until I say you do, luv,” I tell her. I tease her with the head of my cock, pushing inside her but only an inch. Her pussy quivers around me. “Understand?”

  She squirms on the bed, which I know only has the effect of pushing the plug deeper inside her ass. “Yes.”

  “Do you want me?” I ask, pressing further inside her before stopping.

  “Yes,” she whispers, arching her hips up again. “I was so close.”

  "Tell me how close," I say, not moving. “I want to hear how close you were.”

  “I was going to come,” she whispers.

  “When?” I ask. “Tell me.”

  She moans. “When you put the plug in my ass,” she says. “When your tongue was inside me.”

  I thrust all the way into her in one movement, finding her hands and pinning them over her head for leverage. Fucking her with deep thrusts, I watch the expression change on her face as she experiences the sensation of having the plug inside her. “Tell me how good it feels to be completely filled up,” I say.

  “So good.” She lets out a little grunt that I know means she’s hurtling toward the same place again. She’s so tight, so wet, that I struggle to maintain coherence. “So, so good.”

  “You’re so close now,” I say as I thrust inside her. “But I don’t want you to come. Not yet.”

  Not even if the thought of you opening yourself to me makes me want to come inside you right now.

  My cock swells, and I want to release everything I have in her. But I can't resist making her wait. I can’t help but enjoy telling her when to come. I can't help but enjoy making her release control to me. Even if I can barely hold out.

  "Oh God," she moans. "Please?"

  "Please what?"

  "Please let me come," she whispers, and I feel her pussy muscles flutter around me. She's losing control.

  "Not yet," I tell her, thrusting inside her until I'm on the verge of explosion. "You know that I’m going to take you completely. I’m going to claim your ass.”

  “Oh my God,” she whispers.

  “Tell me how much you want to feel me inside you,” I say. “All of you. Tell me how much you want me to fuck that tight little virgin asshole.”

  “Oh fuck, Albie.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you to be yours,” she says. “Completely.”

  It’s enough.

  “Come for me, luv,” I groan, barely able to get out the words before I let go inside her, blinding white-hot light as I fill her up. Her muscles clamp down around me, and she starts to cry out, but I keep her from doing it, kissing her as she moans into me.

  It feels like forever until she milks every last drop from me.

  Afterward, she looks up at me, her chest still rising and falling, and her breath short. "Oh my God, Albie."

  "I told you I'd make you beg."

  83
/>   Belle

  "I want to fuck you."

  I whirl around to see Albie standing there, the wall behind him open to the secret passageway leading from my room. “Oh my God. You nearly just gave me a heart attack,” I say, picking up a pillow from the bed and throwing it at him. "Besides, what if someone had been in here?”

  "You were in your own little world over there," he says, crossing the room to reach me. He slides his hands around my waist. "I knocked and I tried to call you, but you didn't hear me."

  "You need to go," I whisper, pushing him back. "My bodyguard will probably be knocking on the door any minute now."

  "Simon," he says.

  "You know his name?" I ask. My attention is split between Albie and the outfits I'm supposed to choose between that are lying on the bed. "Did you check him out?"

  "Of course I did," Albie says. "I can't have just anyone looking after you. Noah assures me he's solid."

  "How protective and also slightly misogynistic of you."

  "Careful with the big words, luv," he says. "Me caveman. No understand big words."

  I stick out my tongue at him before looking back at my outfit choices. "I'm going to be late," I say.

  "So you don't want me to help you get dressed, then," he says, pulling me against his hardness. Heat pools between my legs, but I push him away.

  "Your version of getting dressed involves fewer articles of clothing than mine does," I say, laughing even as he reaches for the hem of my t-shirt and yanks it over my head.

  "You should be in fewer articles of clothing," he says. His hands run up my back to unhook my bra but I wriggle away.

  "I need my bra, thanks," I say.

  "But you don't need those pants." He reaches for the button on my jeans and I smack his hands.

  "Out," I tell him. "I'm going to be late."

  "Fine, fine," he says, raising his hands in mock surrender as he walks backward. "Where are you going?"

  "Why, are you keeping tabs on me?" I tease. I yank off my jeans and shimmy into a royal blue skirt that matches a suit jacket on the bed.

  A knock on the door interrupts us before I can answer, and I glare at Albie, as I point toward the secret passageway. "Just a second!" I yell.

 

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