Page 23 of Her Billionaire Protector

Maybe she didn’t know I was in here. The thought kills me inside, and I have to fight hard to stifle it.

“You came back.” I don’t sayfor me. I can’t dare to hope that she would.

“I wanted to say thanks.” She runs her thumbs down my chin, strokes them through the thick of my beard.

I take a step back, breathless, and check myself, though my body craves nothing more than her touch. I can’t assume anything with Mia. A week-long affair at my cabin didn’t mean she was mine. It was a mistake I made, and I never recovered.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “I’m, um, I’m happy to see you.” Painfully happy to see her. She must have felt it.

“Oh, yeah.” She’s matter of fact in her tone, though she looks me up and down with an intensity that heats me up. “Thatishow I want to say thanks.”

For the first time I find Halo City beautiful, but only because it’s reflected in her eyes.

“Just doing my job,” I say.

“Sure,” she smirks. “Just to be clear, we’re both off the clock right now.” Vance must have been right. Harvey’s gone. She’s happy, free.

I want to tell her that I love her, that I need her. That I would have gladly died for her, last night. But I know she’ll hate to hear it.

And I don’t want to ruin the moment.

I lift her up onto the conference table and slide her skirt up, run my hands up those luscious thighs. She wraps her legs around me and draws me to her, her hips working me. An involuntary moan escapes me, and I plunge my hands into her hair to bring her face to mine, to kiss her again and again the way I’d imagined.

But she ducks me and unzips my fly instead, her hands reaching for my erection, pressed thick against my pants.

It’s not romance she’s after.

And, all things considered, she’s smart to err on the side of brevity, because, after all, wearefucking in another man’s office—a man who saved both our lives.

She guides me to her and edges my cock inside, hot and wet. I want to slow down, to take off every bit of the clothing that separates us, feel her skin on mine, to kiss her bit by bit. But she shoves me inside with both her heels on my ass, and cries out.

She pulls me to her, creating the rhythm, bringing me in and then pushing me out.

“That feels so good,” she murmurs.

I can’t resist her. But I want to shout,what? Me? You? Sex? My cock? Your cunt?

She’s not high simply because we’re together. Like I am.

What I’m feeling isn’t what she’s feeling. This is casual sex for her, nothing more. She couldn’t be any clearer about her intentions. But my mind is done in by the thought of her walking away from me one more time. I want this—her—forever.

I thrust inside, my mind raw and my cock clenched inside her. I pull her closer to me, drunk off the smell of her, the shape of her body, both hands cupping her juicy ass.

All I want is more time.

I wonder where she’ll go now. I pray it’s with me, but I know better than to hope.

If these are our last moments together, I’d better give her something to remember me by. I slide her away, flip her over, and climb onto the table. I edge my way inside. Too slow for her, and she pushes back on me. Moans loud. I clamp my hand over her mouth and lean in close.

“Ssshhh,” I whisper into her ear. “No screaming, ma’am. We’re a family-friendly security company.” I feel her smile against my fingers. I pull up on her from behind and her smile turns into a gasp, her breath hot on my palm. I let go to brace myself on the conference table and pump into her, enjoying the jiggle of that delicious ass. She props herself up on her elbows, arches her back and bears down on me, and it’s too much. I have to pull out, and breathe through it, or I’ll explode.

My mind tortures me with a thousand visions of the future I crave: Mia pregnant with our child, holding her hand through the labor, she and I on a playground, pushing a toddler in a swing, laughing and dancing barefoot on a soft carpet in a beige living room in the suburbs, Mia on a yacht with the sun in her curls.

It doesn’t matter what I get, as long as she’s there.

I want to climb onto the conference table next to her, and hold her in my arms for hours, stroking those curls, her soft skin.

Instead I back off the table, and drag her towards me.