Burly

One, she can do so much better than me. Someone with equal talent who doesn’t have the horrors of the world engraved on his mind. When she does find that person, she’ll realize she was selling herself short by letting a grizzled mercenary touch her perfect skin.

Two, what we did last night was a betrayal of her father’s trust. Again.

Fuck, though, I want to do it again so badly. The sugar cookie taste of her pussy, the slippery feel of it on my bare dick, has ruined me for anything else this world has to offer. I’ll spend the rest of my life fantasizing about her riding my face, her thighs wrapped around my head. I’ve never been so hard. Never come so violently, my insides felt like they were being rearranged.

That’s only for her. It’ll only ever be for her.

My job here is to make sure Angelica is safe. That’s why she called me. And keeping her safe will be my job for the rest of my life, whether she’s aware of me watching from the shadows or not. I need to get my ass up and start delivering, because letting her down is not an option.

Though it’s the worst kind of pain, I disentangle myself from the sleeping angel and get out of bed. Since there is no way I can go downstairs with my cock tenting my jeans, I have no choice but to make a stop in Angelica’s bathroom. I step into her shower and press some puffy pink sponge to my nose, finding it smelling like her and I beat off roughly, my climax taking no time at all because I can still taste her cunt in my mouth. Mere seconds. God. And then I’m painting the tile wall of her shower in my semen, imagining it dripping down the walls of her womb instead.

After I get myself together, I go to my truck, get out my overnight bag and find a downstairs bathroom to clean myself up and change clothes. When I’m done, I hear voices in the kitchen, so I make my way there and find the redhead manager and the clipboard twins going over today’s plan.

“All right,” says Taryn briskly. “Angelica’s trainer will be here momentarily for her daily workout in the downstairs gym. We have a quick rehearsal later this morning, then a photo shoot at noon. A Zoom interview with…”

She trails off when she sees me standing in the doorway.

“I’m going to need those locations,” I say, moving to the coffee pot. “Need to make sure they’re secure beforehand. And you can go ahead and cancel the workout. I don’t want anyone coming in and out of here until I determine who trespassed on the property last night.”

One of the clipboard twins chokes. “Cancel the workout?”

I pour a mug of steaming coffee. “Yeah, I know this is LA and everyone has to look like a movie star, but Angelica’s safety is more important.”

Taryn arches an angry eyebrow at me. “How do we know you’re not the stalker?”

I pin her with a look. “Who called them a stalker?”

She sputters. “Well, it’s a reasonable assumption.”

“Is it?” I ask, sipping my coffee slowly.

“Good morning,” Angelica murmurs, padding into the tense kitchen, tucking her loose golden hair behind an ear. “Is the trainer here yet?”

She sounds so glum asking the question, I want to pick her up and rock her. How hard have they been working this girl? She just had a stadium show last night. Doesn’t that earn her some rest?

“Your training session is cancelled,” I say into my mug of coffee, my heart shooting up into my throat when she spins toward me with a huge smile on her face.

Fuck.

I’m so fucked.

I’ve always known my preoccupation with Angelica ran deep, but I’ve been in denial over how much I’ve loved her from afar. Now that we’re up close and personal again, there’s no pretending that my feelings for her don’t go far beyond lust and admiration. I’m fucking in love with her. I have been for a long time.

“It is?” she whispers, bounding toward me and throwing her arms around my neck. “We’re playing hooky?”

If there weren’t several people in the room watching us with curiosity, nothing would stop me from cupping that tight behind in my hand, giving it a hearty squeeze. She’s in teeny-tiny gray bike shorts and a black sports bra that show off her pop-star figure and not even my jerk off session can stop my cock from responding. “We can do anything you want, kid. As long as it’s safe.”

She wrinkles her nose at the nickname, but doesn’t give me a hard time. “I’ve lived in the Hills for months, but I haven’t been to the Hollywood sign. Will you take me?” I grunt an affirmation and she wiggles against me, her eyes twinkling with excitement, lids fluttering when she feels the erection she’s causing. “Can we go alone?”