“Thanks, pal. I don’t suppose you’d swap guarding your seventy-year-old congressman for a gorgeous hooker.”
He chuckles. “Is that what’s got Sam’s knickers twisted?”
“Yeah, the client hasn’t helped the situation any. She thinks all men are up for grabs, literally.”
“Well, keep it in your pants, mate, except for your pretty sheila, which I suggest you take care of, immediately.
“Thanks again. I owe you.”
“Anytime you need me, I’m here for you pal. You know it.” His serious tone reminds me of all the shit we’ve gone through together, and I say a short prayer for the brothers we left behind.
After saying goodbye, I’m still deep in thought when I return to the loft and sit down next to my client. “Selena, if you want to keep me as your bodyguard, you need to stay here overnight.”
She winks and smiles wickedly. “I’m fine with that.”
I motion Wheels to join us. “Would you be okay watching her?”
The former Ranger purses his lips and frowns. He’s worried about his limp, but he’s been out of the damn wheelchair for months.
“You got to get back on the horse at some point.” My brows raise as I silently dare him to say, no.
“Sure. Me and her will play tiddlywinks. Go home. I got your six. Besides, it’s too fucking cold to be pub crawling in Manhattan. We’ll do it next time I have a few days off.”
That settled, we review my security. Then, I stroll under the halos created by streetlights under the lightly falling snow. In front of my apartment building, I pass through my metal gate and trot between the brick buildings to the courtyard. In the back, I climb the stairs to bypass Joey on the first floor and Sam’s two female cousins on the second.
As I open the upstairs door, Sam bolts up from her typing, and races around the kitchen table. “Suds? What happened? Is everything all right?”
“Relax, I left Selena with Wheels. I needed to see you.” I slide my arms around her waist and tug her to my need.
“Mmm. Mikey is asleep.” She wriggles her lower half against mine.
Cupping her butt cheeks, I kiss her like the night we met and when she moans, I do, too. Sure as hell, sex is different than it was, but she’s my addiction and if I don’t get my fix, I’m all fucked up. With our mouths devouring each other, I push her against the refrigerator.
She unzips my jacket, shoves it to the floor, and untucks my shirt which comes flying over my head. As her fingertips dig into my back, our kiss deepens, and I hike her up so she can wrap her legs around me. We can go slow, later. Right now, we need it hard and fast.
Tucking my hands under her gorgeous behind, I walk her down the hall, and drop her on the king-sized bed. Her shoes fly across the room and she’s shimmying out of her leggings as I get naked. Kneeling, I help free her feet and while I kiss up her inner thigh, she spreads her legs open, revealing her glistening, swollen clit.
Hell, her trembling sends bolts of lust to my cock, and it thickens. My feisty, snarky, brilliant wife is all woman. Somehow, I convinced her to marry me and have my baby. God, if I’ve been neglecting her, I need to make it right. And, if I need to let her do her job, so be it.
I lick her tangy honey until her nub greets me.
She writhes and hisses. “Sebs, oh shit. Don’t stop.”
Every inch of her body tenses as I tease her blossom. The sight of her riled up is so damn perfect, I make her wait. Then, I press the tip of my tongue to her clit and take her over the top, sucking every quake and quiver out of her, not letting her push me away.
While she recovers, I kiss up her body, pause at her navel, and play with her pretty belly button. Humming into her stomach, my mouth limbs her chest until it arrives at her full lush breasts. A nipple between my teeth, I nip and tug as I pinch the other side.
She tugs on my ears, insisting I find her lips. With me on my elbows, my cock at her core, I pause before thrusting into her hot juices.
