“So fucking sexy. I’m going to enjoy watching you do that again.”
“Hell yeah, but now it’s my turn,” I said, and straddled him. He let out a groan while grabbing the back of my neck. His tongue swirled with mine, allowing me to taste myself mixed with him.
I moaned, breaking the kiss, then licked and kissed every ridge from his neck to his stomach. I hadn’t noticed the tattoo on his side before. It was a pair of brown hands pressed together in prayer, with scripture written under it.
I didn’t need to know why Beck had that on his body. He would forever carry the guilt of what happened to that young man, even though it was not his fault.
Shimmering down his body, I was able to pull his boxers off, setting his impressive erection free. Beck was not built like Eddie, but there was nothing small about him.
I ran my hands down his flat stomach and glanced up at him. His eyes instantly locked with mine. Eager, I leaned down and licked his cock from root to tip, stroking him as I applied pressure to the mushroom head with my mouth.
“Shit, Abbie. You’re about to unhinge me.”
I released him from my mouth with a pop. “I’m about to do a whole lot more than that.”
I lifted on my knees so he could see me take him in my mouth. I licked the bead of liquid from his tip and circled the top with my tongue slowly before taking him into my mouth. His fingers tangled in my curls as I swallowed him deeper.
His groans were audible as I pumped him up and down, applying pressure with my tongue on the underside of his cock. I felt him flexing as I took him to the back of my throat.
Garo loved when I did this to him. We took pleasure in pleasuring each other orally. He taught me how to please a man by showing me what he liked. And Eddie wanted the same thing.
Now Beck showed me he liked it too. He was so hard that his flesh felt capable of breaking my teeth as he pulsed in my mouth. I sucked one more time, and his balls pulled tight. The grip he had on my hair tightened as he moaned.
I planned to make him come apart. I wanted to see if I could make him lose control the way he did to me, to call out my name over and over again. I reached down and rolled his balls in my hand.
“You better stop if you don’t want a mouthful of me.” Beck said through gritted teeth. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
That admission turned me on, my clit throbbing. I kept sucking his cock and squeezing his balls. Moments later, he erupted inside my mouth, pumping in and out as he rode out his orgasm.
I swallowed every drop of him as he called my name over and over with reverence. I’d never enjoyed giving a man a blowjob more than I had with Beck. What would have made it epic: if Eddie had caught me in the act.
I moved up Beck’s chest, covering his damp body with mine while both of us tried to catch our breath. I was still recovering from my orgasmic bliss, but my mind snapped, and I started to shake.
What had I done? I was so absorbed in my own hurt that I’d used Beck. I knew he was hurting too. He had to work through the pain of his ex-girlfriend marrying another man. There was no going back for either one of us.
Guilt covered me like a wool coat. It hadn’t been two weeks since catching Eddie with another woman. Was I that desperate to feel needed that I’d begged Beck to fuck me?
My mind reeled as strong emotions struck me so hard that my chest tightened. Suddenly, Beck rolled me over, so I was facing him. He brushed my hair from my face as he rested on his arm beside me.
He was assessing me, watching each breath I took and how my eyes closed as I tried to mask my emotions. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
My body tensed when he touched me. My emotions were all over the place, and I knew he could see it.
Beck lifted my chin to look at him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
How did I explain I felt disgusted with myself? “I, umm—” I didn’t know whether I was mortified by the fact that Beck was my bodyguard that I’d openly seduced, or that I’d enjoyed it.
I closed my eyes and focused on how amazing everything had felt, how he’d made me feel beautiful and wanted, and not the shame and embarrassment showering me.
Beck’s face softened, and he smiled tenderly. “Abbie, don’t have any regrets, please. I sure as hell don’t.”
I shook my head and looked away to hide the tears forming. I’d ruined everything with my insecurities. “I’m sorry. I seduced you and now can’t handle the embarrassment of the aftermath.”
“You did not seduce me.” Beck sat up, pulling me against his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. He whispered in my hair, “Will you stay with me tonight?”
He wanted me to stay with him in his apartment? “I have to work in the morning.” I didn’t know why, but I wanted nothing more than to lie in his arms and fall asleep.
“I promise you’ll get to work on time,” he said as he rubbed his hand up and down my back.
I curled into him with my arm draped across his chest. Technically, we hadn’t had intercourse. We had pleased each other orally, but that was not enough to say we were lovers. So I guessed I had some dignity left in me.
As we lay together, the music and noise from downstairs quieted. I heard talking, but it was low enough not to be bothersome. Evening sunlight lit Beck’s bedroom.
I was able to get a better glimpse of it. Not many furnishings were in the small room, and no pictures were on the walls. The walls were white. The bedspread we lay on was brown and hot.
Beck hadn’t made an attempt to add any personal touches to his place. Maybe it was because he was gone and didn’t spend much time at home.
Beck stirred. “Are you hungry? The pizza should still be warm.”
I nodded. “I am hungry. Do you have an extra toothbrush I could use?”
He untangled his arms from around me, went to the dresser, and pulled out an unopened toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. “The bathroom is down the hall,” he said.
I took in his naked body as he pulled on his boxers. Damn, he was gorgeous. Strong legs, muscled back and shoulders, ripped abs. I attempted to drag my eyes away from him as I got out of the bed looking for my clothes.
“Here, put this on,” Beck said. He tossed me a T-shirt. “No use putting on your clothes for me to take them off again.”
I felt my cheeks grow warm as I pulled the shirt over my head to cover my nakedness. If he had his way tonight, tomorrow would be another long and tiring day for me.
Chapter Eighteen
Abbie
Sensual hands kneading my breasts woke me from a deep sleep. I arched my back, and my eyes snapped open as I processed that someone was in bed behind me, and I didn’t know where I was.
Beck’s deep, raspy voice broke through my fog as he whispered in my ear, “You feel so good.” He pulled me against him as his hands roamed over my naked body beneath the T-shirt.
After we’d eaten pizza and drunk more lemonade, we were full. We didn’t talk about my breakdown; instead, Beck had concentrated on cleaning up the mess he’d made with the boxes before he put the window air conditioner in the bedroom so we could be comfortable.
I hadn’t meant to drift off to sleep as he held me and gave me comfort. Somewhere between seven and eight o’clock, we fell asleep. Now, the room was dark and cold, and the hum of the air conditioner was the only noise.
Beck began kissing my neck and moved to my ear. “What are you doing?” I asked as I reached behind me and started to stroke his cock.
“Finishing what we started earlier, baby.”
“Okay, but now what you’re doing is torturing me. Get on with it.”
“I’m not sure you’re ready for me yet.”
Beck’s voice was hoarse as his hand made its way down my body, spreading my sex to insert two fingers. Slowly he pulled out and used his thumb to massage my clit in a circular motion, drawing a long moan from me.
I was desperate for him again. This time, hurting Eddie was far from my mind. The need that crushed me was for me alone. Th
e pressure from Beck’s thumb made it difficult to breathe. He continued to bring me higher and higher.
“Now you’re ready for me,” he said. He rolled me onto my back and gazed at me with an intensity so fierce that my heart skipped several beats.
He produced a condom and rolled it over his erection. I took a deep breath, remembering how it felt in my mouth—now my sex would get the same pleasure.
“You have no idea what you do to me, how you make me feel,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me that’s what you want, Abbie.”
My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open as he slowly prepared to enter me. Bliss—complete and total bliss. I could die a happy woman. Nothing had ever felt this good. Every inch of my body was alive as Beck claimed me.
I would not recover from him, no matter how hard I tried. When his time was up with me, I would be no good for any man.
“Oh my goodness,” I said breathily. “I want you, and I want it hard.”
“Your wish is my command, baby. Now open those sexy brown eyes and watch me.” His rough voice was strained as he sank deeper into my wet heat.
“Beck.” I sighed and tried to keep my eyes open, but the pleasure coursing through my body was driving me insane. “More. Please,” I begged, desperate for all of him.
“I want you to remember me every time you close your eyes.” He pushed deeper, eliciting a strangled sob from my mouth. “Feel how deep I am inside your pussy. Feel how fucking hard you make me.” His hips lifted slightly before he slammed into me. “Do you feel it, baby?”
There was no way I couldn’t feel it. He was everywhere—every sense, every breath, and every heartbeat. He owned me.
“You're stretching me and it burns,” I hissed.
He ceased moving above me. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell no. It feels so damn good, “I moaned. “I want to feel more of you.”
He reached between us and applied stimulation to my clit, making me cry out and claw at his back. I grated my nails down his shoulder, and he pounded into me harder and faster.
Beck lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The sensations were too much. I held his head to my breast, my legs locked around his waist. His hips were pressed against my pelvic bone. It was pain and pleasure, forcing me to lose the battle of control.
We were both frantic, desperate for that aching release. I met Beck thrust for thrust, my eyes locked on his as I shattered into a thousand pieces. Beck stilled and pushed into me as I rode out my orgasm, my inner muscles clamped around his cock.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. I’m not far behind.”
I stroked my fingers through his messy hair and crushed my mouth against his. I sought entrance with my tongue, and he let me in willingly. As he stroked me with his cock, I sucked on his tongue.
I felt his arms trembling as he tried to hold his weight off me. I let one hand travel down his back and over his tight ass; that undid him, and he pulled his mouth from mine, buried his head in my neck, and began to thrust in and out of me in a deep rhythm so intense that I thought the bed would break.
He fell on top of me, releasing his pleasure inside me. “Abbie, you’re fucking mine.”
That stunned and excited me at the same time. Beck Pavlov oozed sex appeal and confidence, and, for some reason, he was attracted to me. There was so much more to him than just being handsome. He was a protector, and I felt safe with him. He made me laugh. He consoled me, and my insecurities didn’t run him off.
Unlike the other men in my life, he seemed to care about others before himself.
He rolled off me and raised a brow. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You. Me. This. When you leave, what will happen? Did I let myself get too close to you?” My heart was pounding as I said more than I’d wanted to.
“Don’t overthink it, Abbie. We’ll take things as they come.” He pulled me against his chest and tucked an arm under my shoulder. “I know we have a lot to think about, and the fact that you’re a client complicates things. But for now, we’ll keep it professional at work, and when I have you alone”—he dropped his voice, so it was low and sexy—“I can’t make any promises.”
“I don’t want this to affect your job. That’s why it will be hard when you’re with another client, a woman, even, and know I’ll never see or touch you again.”
“Every time I turn on the television and see you, it will affect me too. You run in circles I can’t even imagine, Abbie. A man of your caliber will sweep you up in a New York minute.”
His admission took me aback. “I’m not sure what you mean by that, but I don’t define a man by his wealth. Eddie was broke, and Garo was graduating high school at the time.”
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt him tense. I rested my hand on his chest and put my chin on it. He stroked my hair and said, “Yeah, but Eddie was more your type.”
“What? Oh, God. Do you mean because he is black? That doesn’t matter to me, Beck.”
He stilled suddenly, and I realized I’d hit the nail on the head. “We’ll talk about it later. You need to get some sleep.”
“That’s not fair. Are you skittish because of our race?” He didn’t respond, so I tilted his chin so he was looking in my eyes. “Beck?”
“We should talk about it after you’ve had some sleep.”
He released me, and I sighed dramatically. “You have me confused now, Beck.”
“Abbie, we have a lot to talk about, but not right now.”
I attempted to speak, but Beck crushed his mouth against mine, effectively ending the conversation.
“It will be all right, baby,” he said.
I lay in his arms more unsettled than ever. Had I made the biggest mistake of my life by sleeping with Beck? Something told me I had.
Chapter Nineteen
Beck
It had been three days since I’d said goodbye to Abbie. The final days together had been strained. Abbie had withdrawn from me, not talking to me unless necessary. I wanted to speak to her about that night, that she had it all wrong.
Her race had nothing to do with me not wanting to jump into a relationship with her. My specified type of woman no longer existed. Abbie was the woman I would pursue if my life weren’t so complicated.
My past would eventually come forward. Abbie was a local celebrity and loved across the city. If her fans learned her love interest was involved in the killing of a black teen, it would ruin her career. I couldn’t and wouldn’t let that happen.
Unwrapping the towel from around my waist, I sat on the bed. The image of us making love that night hit me each and every time I got in the bed. I missed her. I missed her laugh, her smile, the way she pushed her glasses up on her nose while she edited her work.
Most of what I missed was the scent of her when she was aroused and how she opened to receive me. Her hands on my body, the way we fit together. My dick grew hard with my stroll down memory lane.
I had to get my shit together before work. I didn’t have a new assignment yet, but I went to the office and trained in combat and attended classes for bodyguards.
Sirens blared from outside. Looking out the window, I saw two police cars speeding down the street. My adrenaline began to pump, and I wasn’t one of the cops in pursuit of a suspect or going to help a person in need.
I closed the curtain and sat down on the bed again. As grateful as I was for the opportunity GDB had given me, I didn’t see this as a long-term thing. I wanted to be a cop. That had been my dream since I was six years old.
And nothing was standing in my way of being a cop again but me. Shaking off the contemplations of my life, I got dressed and left for work.
*****
I walked into work and noticed there was a large gathering of people in the main conference room. Zane was coming out with a plate full of mouth-watering food.
“Zane,” I called t
o him. “What’s going on in there?”
Zane stopped as I walked over to him. “A client sent in a catered breakfast. Better get some before it’s gone.”
“Cool. Who’s the client?”
“I don’t know, man. They must’ve been pleased with us. There is a spread in there fit for a damn king.”
I patted my stomach. “I am kinda hungry.”
I started to walk inside, then Zane said, “Beck, wanna grab a beer after work?”
Wow, that was new. Zane never mingled with anyone. “Yeah, sure,” I replied. “I’ll meet up with you after work. Where?”
“Carson’s,” he said, and walked away.
Carson’s wasn’t far from the job, but a little pricy for my taste. It catered to the yuppie class who lived in the Flats.
I went inside the conference room. The aromas of fresh bakery, bacon, sausage, and other good things made my stomach growl.
I grabbed a paper plate from the credenza and got in line. Briggs strolled over to me with one hand balancing a plate of food, and a mug of coffee in the other.
“Morning, Beck.”
“Morning,” I said, and piled scrambled eggs, a couple of sausages, and bacon on my plate.
“Don’t get too full—hand-to-hand training this morning. See ya at ten,” Briggs said. “Oh, don’t eat the donuts if you value your taste buds.” He laughed and walked past me and out of the conference room.
How would I tell them I might not stay on? It would be best if I didn’t say anything yet. I would apply to cities looking for police officers, and if I got an offer I couldn’t refuse, then I’d say something. Until that happened, there was no need to upset the apple cart.
Finding a table in the break room, I sat down to eat. I bit into the donut and immediately spat it into my napkin. That taste was familiar.
I drank a long gulp of orange juice to get rid of the aftertaste. What a coincidence that the client used that bakery to send GDB food. Although donuts this bad should be sent as payback for a job not well done. The pretty blonde came to mind. I wondered if she still thought about me.
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