Page 51 of How To Tempt A Bodyguard

He slid two fingers inside her and felt her clench around him immediately. Hot. Slick. Desperate.

"You're close," he said against her flesh. "I can feel it."

"Yes, so close…"

He curled his fingers, found the spot that made her scream, and sucked her hard.

She shattered.

Her whole body convulsed, her cunny gripping his fingers in rhythmic pulses, a wail tearing from her throat that they probably heard in the common room below. He didn't care. Let them hear. Let them know what he did to her.

Before the aftershocks stopped rippling through her, he stood and unfastened his trousers, shoving them down along with his smalls. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy and leaking at the tip. Her gaze dropped, and he watched her swallow.

A moan escaped her lips.

"Still want me to ruin you?"

Instead of answering, she reached for him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroked once from root to tip, and he groaned so loud his chest vibrated.

"I want you inside me," she said. "I want to feel you so deep."

He was on her in a heartbeat.

He positioned himself at her entrance, felt her slick heat kissing the head of his cock.

He thrust into her.

The sensation nearly blinded him. Tight. Hot. Perfect. Her quim gripped him like she was made for him, like she'd been waiting her whole life for exactly this.

She cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Matthew!"

He pulled back and thrust again, harder.

He set a punishing rhythm. Deep strokes that drove the breath from her lungs. Hard enough to make the bed slam against the wall with every thrust. She took everything he gave her and demanded more—her hips rising to meet him, her legs locking around his waist, her voice breaking on his name.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" He gripped her hip, angled her higher, drove deeper. "Feel how much I want you?"

"Yes. God, yes."

"You're not boring." Thrust. "You're not prudish." Thrust. "You're bloody glorious."

She sobbed. Tears streamed down her temples, but she was smiling—crying and smiling—and it undid him completely.

"Matthew, I'm going to…"

"I know." He slid a hand between them, found her clitoris, rubbed in tight circles. "Come for me, Flo. Let me feel you choke my cock."

She shattered with a scream.

Her cunny clenched around him so hard he saw stars. Her whole body convulsed, shaking and shuddering, her mouth open in a silent wail. He watched her face—the raw ecstasy, the vulnerability, the trust—and felt his own release building at the base of his spine.

"Flo—" He thrust once, twice, three more times.

He came with a roar, spilling into her in hot, endless waves. His vision whited out. His heart stopped beating. For one perfect, infinite moment, nothing existed but her. Her body, her scent, her voice crying his name.

He collapsed onto her, catching himself on his forearms. Their breath mingled. Their hearts pounded.

"Matthew." Her voice was hoarse.