Page 7 of Her Sinful Protector
Her orgasm hits her hard and fast as her hips buck against my mouth, and she clamps down so tight on my hand that I can feel her pulsing around me, making me wish it was my cock inside her and not my fingers.
She’s still panting as I position myself above her and inch my way into her dripping pussy. “Please, Holls. I need to feel all of you inside of me.” She moans, raking her fingernails down my back, marking me as her own. I thrust the rest of the way inside of her, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion, earning a cry of pleasure from her as she arches her back. “Faster. I need you faster.” She moans, throwing her head back as I pound into her.
Her pussy feels like heaven, clenching around my cock with every stroke. “You feel so good. So tight.”
I feel her body trembling as she clenches around me, telling me without words she’s close. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tiny circles. “Come for me, Baby Girl. Come all over my cock.”
She does as she’s told, screaming my name as she shatters around me—her pussy clenching around me so tight it’s almost painful, but the good kind of pain. Unable to hold back anymore,I thrust into her one last time, deep and hard, and come with a roar, filling her up as she rides out her own orgasm.
I roll onto my back, taking Hadley with me and tucking her against my side. “That was amazing. You are amazing.” I kiss her sweat-soaked hair and reach into the drawer of the bedside table for the surprise I have for her.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She glances up at me, only to come face-to-face with the diamond engagement ring I’ve been carrying since I first realized she’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” I hold my breath waiting for her to answer.
“Yes!” In her excitement, Hadley jumps up and straddles my hips, reaching for the ring and slipping it on her finger, making my cock stir to life again as we begin round two of many for the night.
eight
Hadley
The walk of shameacross the hall to my bedroom this morning wasn’t on my bingo card for today. But after the marathon of sex Hollander and I had in his bedroom last night, a bubble bath is calling my name—and Hollander’s, as he tags along behind me.
“There you two are.” Klaire steps around the corner, her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s almost noon, you know.” The smile on her face is so different from the sad look she wore when she left my bedroom last night.
“I’m sure they are well aware of how late it is, Klaire.” The Senator walks around the corner, looping his arm around Klaire’s waist and kissing her cheek. “We ordered some brunch for you. It’s in the living room. We have a very important press conference we need to get to.”
Hollander stiffens behind me. “Give us a few minutes to change, and we’ll be ready to go with you.”
Right, we’re still on a job, as undercover bodyguards for the Senator—how could I have forgotten?
All the sex that’s how. Hollander banged it right out of me.
I giggle at the thought as Klaire gives me a knowing wink. “It looks like someone went after what they wanted.”
“Actually,” the Senator begins, “the two of you are fired. You’re shit actors.” Hollander opens his mouth to protest, only to have the Senator hold up his hand. “But if it wasn’t for the two of you, Klaire and I would still be hiding our relationship.” My eyessnap to Klaire, and I see the look of love shining in them as she gazes at the Senator. “Klaire made me realize last night that she is more important than any official office, and that if I lose the election, I still have my law degree to fall back on. But if I lose her, life isn’t worth living. We sent out a press release this morning, and we’ll make it official at the press conference.”
Klaire holds up her left hand, displaying the giant diamond on her ring finger. “Matthew proposed to me this morning.” I launch myself into Klaire’s arms, hugging her tight. “You’ll be my maid of honor, won’t you?”
“Only if you’ll be mine.” I hold up my left hand, showing her my engagement ring, to her squeal of delight. Not only did I find the love of my life in Hollander, but I also found a best friend in Klaire.
Epilogue - Hollander
Five Years Later
“Daddy, are you almostdone with the catio?” My four-year-old twin daughters dance around the screened-in outdoor space Hadley had me build for all five of our cats.
“Almost, sweethearts.” I set my hammer down, pick them up, one under each arm, and spin in a circle until they are both giggling uncontrollably.
“Faster, Daddy.” Greta squeals while Gwennie giggles louder.
“Holls, be careful. You’re going to make them puke.” Hadley rushes over to my side, or as fast as a nine-month-pregnant woman can move, with our two-year-old son, Gavin, trailing after her.
“We’re fine, Mommy.” Both Gwennie and Greta roll their eyes as I set them down, their expressions looking suspiciously like the cats when they roll their eyes at Hadley.
“Well, I’m not sure I’m okay.” Hadley places a hand on her stomach as her face pinches into a grimace. “I think I’m in labor.”
“It’s a good thing I’m here.” Klaire waltzes into the catio, her youngest child on her hip. “You two had better get a move on. You don’t want a repeat of what happened last time with Gavin.”
