Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

“There’s no reason to worry about anything when I’m with you, baby,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

Except by being with him was she now a target?

He’d have to make sure that no one outside of his team knew they were a couple.

She murmured again but didn’t fully wake. He pressed a kiss to her cheek then nuzzled her neck, murmuring sweet nothings. Instead of waking so he could make love to her again, she relaxed and drifted back to her dreams.

No kissing her in public, that was for sure.

The sheet he’d covered them with had drifted down and left one breast bare. Very lightly, he cupped it, rubbing his thumb over the nipple, marveling at how it puckered even while she slept.

No holding hands or touching her in public either.

Damn, this was going to be tough.

To his surprise, her hand splayed over his belly, then slid down. Her fingers wrapped around his half-erect cock. He glanced at her face and saw her heavy-lidded eyes watching him.

Even though it was past midnight in November, her smile turned the room into midday in July.

He bent down and kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips, coaxing them open so he could taste her again. She was so sweet and yet there was a fire in her that drew him to her to bask in her heat. He trailed his lips over her cheek and down her neck to a spot just below her ear where he sucked and nipped until she moaned and arched her breast into his hand.

Where before he’d taken her quickly, now he took his time to get to know her body, to discover its secrets. Like how she loved one side of her neck being kissed but not the other. And how her nipples pebbled and peaked with a mere touch of a fingertip. Again and again he’d return to her mouth, to sample her kisses, before returning to explore the rest of her body.

When he finally allowed himself to taste her sweet, creamy pussy again, her quiet moans and sighs were better than any screams of pleasure.

And when he’d rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him, his magnificent spitfire took him into her body without hesitation and rode him to oblivion.

As she had since they’d begun their accord as she insisted on calling it, Rosie met the limo in the underground garage and accompanied him to the penthouse where they’d spend the rest of the night. Hopefully, Sam thought, in the bedroom.

He’d agreed to cancel most of his engagements. It hadn’t been much of a concession on his part, not only would it keep her safer, it gave him unlimited access to her body. And since she’d moved back in with him, he’d made it a point to leave work on time. Why chain himself to a desk when he could make love to her on his bed? Or in the bath? Or on the floor in front of the living room fireplace?

He hung back, letting her take the lead and Andy trail him. It wasn’t a sacrifice-he enjoyed watching the tips of her tattoo peek out from her jeans as she walked down the hall. He’d traced the butterfly tattooed on the small of her back the first night she’d fallen asleep curled up beside him, and researched it the next day. A Blue Morpho Butterfly. Did she realize that Morpho was an epithet for Venus and Aphrodite? How appropriate.

That first night of their accord, he’d gloated that she’d come to him, seeking acceptance into his realm. He’d thrilled when her lips parted to let him plunder. He’d exulted when she’d begged him to fuck her, digging her tiny heels into his ass and clutching him to her.

But her orgasm, her body clenching his cock, milking him, had been a transcendental experience that left his body shaking, and his wits scattered. Each time he’d made love to her after that, she’d taken him to heights he’d never flown before.

She’d been a delight-quick with a retort yet other times soft spoken. Quick to arouse, yet slow to satisfy. Demanding, yet willing to concede him the lead on occasion-which was more often than not. But she’d also been a challenge because he sensed a part of her holding back. A hidden core, a secret place he wanted to reveal, to explore, to conquer. But it was time to start introducing her to what life with him meant. Something he had to be very careful to do without losing her trust.

Once Andy gave the all clear that no one had entered the apartment, Sam followed Rosie in. As she shut the door, he dragged off his tie. When he heard the lock click, he used his weight and strength to trap her against the door.

Time to see if she would stick it out or cut and run.

“You up for a little game tonight, Rosebud?”

“Ye-e-s.” She drew out her agreement so the word contained three syllables. From the way her tongue swiped across her lips and her hand touched her hair, he could tell she was at the very least curious if not outright aroused. Maybe she’d been here thinking about him all day the same way he’d been thinking about her.

He pulled off his tie, then dragged his tie over her fingers and up her arm, drew it across her forehead. “In case you haven’t realized it, I prefer things in the bedroom spicy rather than sweet.”

“I don’t mind a little jalapeno, but why do I feel you’re talking hallucination-inducing habanero spicy?”

Locking his hands together beneath her behind, he lifted her until she could look him in the eye, then he kissed the tip of her nose. “Maybe because you’re getting to know me.”

“As long as you don’t tell me you want to dress up like a baby and have me mother you. Because, I just am not into that.”

He snorted. “No, that’s not my particular kink.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re not planning on bringing another woman in, are you? Because if you are, I’ll kick your ass from here to California. I’m fairly liberal, but I’m not about to get it on with a woman just so you can get off.”

Damn, he loved her sass. The things he could teach her, show her. What a thrill it was going to be watching her learn to submit, teaching her how to let go of all the rules society had crammed down her throat.

“No women. Fine. But you shouldn’t knock something ’til you’ve tried it.”

“Uh-uh.” She rolled her eyes. “Why is it guys are so big on threesomes? Why do you get off on watching two women going at it? How would you feel if I asked another guy to join us? How would you feel watching me blow him?”

He started to say he had no objection at all, even hoped she’d agree to such an arrangement, but then he tried to imagine having to watch another man touch her breasts, her sweet pussy, watch her lips close around another man’s cock. Nope, not happening. Not in this lifetime. “You’re mine, Rosie. No other man is ever going to touch you.”

What the hell was that all about? He understood when Mark had gotten angry in the summer, but Mark loved Jodi enough to make her his wife, though the idiot hadn’t seen it until he’d been tied up and helpless. That was the whole point of that night. So why was he reacting like a green-eyed monster about having a mйnage with Rosie and another guy? He hadn’t felt this way since…Jill. Damn. Nope, that was SO not happening.

“I’m my own person, Sam,” Rosie said stiffly.

“Never said you weren’t. Far as I’m concerned, while I’m with you there are no others for either of us. Agreed?” He hadn’t given anyone that promise in a long time. What the hell was he doing?

“If I didn’t agree, I wouldn’t be here with you.” She wrapped her hands around his neck and cocked her head to one side, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Now, tell me. What’s your big kinky secret?”

He took a deep breath, knowing she might turn around and walk out the door with the next statement. “I’m a Dominant, Rosie.”

He almost missed her whispered “You’re tellin’ me.”