Page 38 of The Bodyguard

“You like being a naughty slut?”

“Yes,” she screams, and fucking hell, my balls tighten and a shock wave spears down my spine.

Come shoots out of me into this forbidden pussy.

Jesus.

I just fucked Savannah Sinclair.

CHAPTER NINE

RYDER

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Savannah pants against my chest as I tip my head back and curse at the ceiling silently.

I’m not going to fucking regret this, but there will be consequences.

She lifts her head, sits up, and meets my eyes.

The shirt I’d tossed is on the floor, so I reach down.

“What are you doing?” she asks and then lets out an oh when I wrap it around her.

“You aren’t walking through the house naked,” I answer roughly.

Something feels weird. Inside me.

You belong to me.

No, she doesn’t.

“It’s fine. I do it all the time when I’m alone.” She says, but still slides her arms through and wraps the cotton around her as she climbs off my cock.

I don’t want her doing that anymore.

I grip the condom and slide it off, knotting it. When I stand, I guide her back into the kitchen.

“I’ll use your bathroom upstairs and then retrieve my shirt. Go get dressed.” Then I pat her sexy ass.

The cheeky smile she gives me makes me frown. But she dances away before I can gather my words.

Jesus.

I fucked Savannah.

That was not the plan when I walked into the kitchen. Then she ripped her top off. Then (!!) she removed the rest of her clothes, standing before me with her bare breasts and a slither of clothing over her pussy.

I’m not that strong.

Which is a bullshit excuse.

But nevertheless valid, as any man will attest to.

Maybe I let it happen because Aidan is replacing me. Maybe I just wanted to have her once.

What’s done is done.