Our lips met when I leaned over, him taking over the thrusting and holding onto my hips as he kept up the pace. “You feel so good,” I mumbled in between kisses.

The pace quickened and he was pounding inside of me quicker, faster. My God, it was so good I never wanted it to end. I wanted to be wrapped up in this bedroom forever just letting him fuck me over and over again. Being drunk on this feeling could last forever.

He swiped my hair away from my face to look into the depths of my soul while he was inside of me. His eyes were a pool of intensity with our bodies connected. I’d never seen him look so serious, so calm, and yet so at ease in the same moment. It was like he was enjoying it so much more than I was.

Slamming into me again, his hands gripped tighter. “Where do you want it?”

“Want what?” He was already inside of me, there was perfect.

He grunted, his hands holding even tighter. Kisses furious. “Where do you want me to come, Blondie. Tell me.”

“I don’t care.”

“Then I’m about to come inside you.”

Another new feeling. He was pulsing inside of me for the first time and my sensitivity level was maxed out. We both moaned while he came, and I knew it would be the end of me. The end of everything. A few times of sex with him had become addicting.

Too addictive for me to let it keep happening. A distraction was nice, but this couldn’t continue. We were business partners, and this complicated an already messy situation.

Plus, my bodyguard probably just heard me have sex. That’s awesome.

Brent kissed me again, not wanting to let go. He held onto me as I laid on his chest, his heartbeat started slowing down to a normal rhythm. We laid like that for too long because my eyes threatened to close on me for the night.

“Brent?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you should go.”

He held on tighter. “I don’t want to.”

Sleep would have been easy to drift off to with him, but I couldn’t let this go any farther. My heart needed to be guarded. Sleeping with him was a mistake, I wanted it to be as simple as liking a man and deciding to go all the way, but that’s not where I was.

Our companies were linked and that made whatever we were doing complicated enough. Couple that with the current climate of a situation? A ticking time bomb. We still had to figure out who was behind the series of creepy texts and if Alexander would be back with a vengeance. All of that was far too complicated if I got dragged into anything to do with Brent outside of a professional relationship.