One to Protect (One to Hold 3)

“You said Sloan was one of your clients.”

“His father was. Actually, it was the family business, so I interacted with Mr. Reynolds, Sloan, and other executives there. Sloan’s father was probably what clouded my judgment. I saw him treat Sloan’s mother—”

“He treated her like your father treated your mother, and you assumed like father, like son. It’s perfectly reasonable.”

Her eyes are full of gratitude when they meet mine. “It felt so familiar and good. Until it didn’t.”

I fish out her other foot to rub. “Don’t want you walking funny the rest of the day.”

“Unless it’s from sleeping with you?”

It’s hard to ignore the stirring below my belt when she makes suggestions like that. “I think you have a type, darling. You like older men.”

She pulls her foot back and crawls across the sofa into my arms. “You’re only a little older—”

“Ten years.”

“Compared to twenty.” Her arms are around my neck, but she drops her chin. “I was such a dumb little girl when I met him.”

“You were twenty—”

“Six. Almost twenty-seven and completely swept off my small-town feet by his wealth and sophistication.”

Catching that chin, I lift her face to kiss it. Her skin is so soft. “We all make mistakes every now and then.” I think about the brief period I knew Sloan years ago. “He did my orientation when I started at Princeton, so we spent a little time together. I never saw any sign of his true character.”

My lips move from her cheek to her temple, to her hair, where I inhale deeply. Something is definitely on the rise down below, aided by her hand finding its way under my shirt and sliding across my stomach.

“That was a mistake.” Her voice is thick with desire. “You were a surprise. A gift.”

Speaking of gifts, I notice one gift is still not around her neck, but I’m not about to spoil this moment. “I hope you were able to relax today.”

Her head drops to my shoulder, and I kiss her again, noticing that wandering hand is unfastening the button of my jeans. An ache moves through my groin, anticipating her touch.

“You must think I’m terribly lazy always being asleep when you get here.” Her hand is inside my jeans now, small fingers wrapping around me, sliding slowly up and down.

My voice is a husky groan in her ear before I kiss it. “I’d never call you lazy.?

?? I pull her up, so I can attend to the skin around her neck. She shivers in that delicious way as I consume her.

“Every day at three, just like clockwork, I’m falling asleep.” She gasps as my hand travels under her sweater, pushing her bra aside so I can caress her breast. “I’ve never done that before.”

“It’s the baby.” Moving her completely onto my lap in a straddle, I push her sweater and bra all the way up, pulling her breasts together and taking them in my mouth. Her head drops to mine with a moan.

My dick rises out of my pants, but I’m not sure if she’s ready until I notice her grasping at the hem of her skirt, pulling it up quickly. She’s on her knees in front of me, and in one quick movement, she shoves her panties to the side and drops hard and fast on my aching cock.

“Fuck!” I can’t help groaning it feels so good. My hips are pushing into her, and she’s riding, both hands against the wall behind my head.

“Oh, god!” She’s riding hard and I’m pushing fast, fueled by the gripping and pulling of her inner muscles.

I’m about to blow, and I grab her waist, moving her up and down, my thumb circling her clit.

“Oh, Derek!” She cries out, and I lose it. It seems my timing wasn’t far off because her knees clutch my waist, and she’s holding onto me, moaning in my ear. I only lightly touch her ass now, letting her ride it out, not wanting to disturb her pleasure. It’s fucking sending me to the moon, and I drop my head back, savoring the sensations of her coming over me.

A few movements more, we hold each other for a bit, coming down. God, to think I have a lifetime of this to look forward to. She falls forward, smiling contentedly.

“Nothing about that is dirty.” Her hands go to my cheeks, and she kisses all around my mouth. “It’s pure… and real… and gorgeous… and fucking hot.”

I’m still inside her as she moves around, and damn if her sexy mouth isn’t about to have me ready to go again. “You won’t catch me trying to change your mind.”