Page 57 of Mile High Baby

“Jesus fuck.” He collapsed beside me.

“Was that okay?” I don’t know why I felt I needed reassurance, but I did. I wanted to give him the pleasure he’d been seeking.

“Are you kidding?” He turned toward me. “You make me come so hard. You’re like a fantasy.”

I liked that, and yet, it wasn’t enough. I didn’t just want to be sexually compatible. I wanted his heart.

We lay quietly for a moment, and then he rolled on top of me. He kissed me, gently at first, enough to let me pretend there was emotion behind it. Slowly, the heat picked up.

Once again, he took my hands and pressed them over my head as his lips and teeth teased my nipples.

“Oh...” I arched into him.

“You like that? Are you ready to come again?”

“Yes.”

He moved until his dick was at my entrance. “Look at me, Victoria. Watch me fill you.”

I opened my eyes, finding him staring down at me. Slowly, he slid in. “Do you feel me?”

I nodded, wrapping my legs around his hips.

“I feel you.” He bent over and kissed me again, soft, sweet. We moved together, taking our time until nature took over. I hit the pinnacle, soaring into sublime pleasure. With a thrust and a whisper of my name, he followed me over.

When our breaths settled and he held me close, I felt confused. At first, the sex felt physical only. A desire for fantasy fulfillment. But this time, it felt like something more. Something sweeter, deeper. Especially as he held me and kissed my temple.

I was in deep trouble. I liked it here in his arms. Too much. If I were smart, I’d end this part of our relationship. I’d make him sleep on the couch and not touch me again.

But let’s face it, I wasn’t smart. I was dumb enough to get what I could from him for as long as I could get it.

19

Alex

Iwas well and truly fucked. After a week in Victoria's , I’d experienced things I never thought I would. I never wanted to. It was why I’d never lived with a woman. Oh, sure, I'd been in close quarters with people I'd been assigned to protect, but I never ate meals with them, and I sure as hell never slept beside them in their bed. Yet here I was, essentially living and sleeping with my client, my friend’s daughter. Yep, I was fucked and apparently didn’t seem to care.

Good Christ, waking up next to Victoria felt so good. Too good. I'd spent forty-eight years avoiding this feeling, and to be honest, it hadn't been hard. In my life, I'd met interesting women and sexy women, but never one like Victoria. She lit up all my senses. She challenged me. Made me laugh. She brought out a fierce, protective side of me. When she touched me, I felt it deep in my bones. The need to be around her went well beyond lust. It felt like my soul was tethered to her.

And it was wrong. So fucking wrong. I had to do something. What I should do is stop being her bodyguard. I should focus on getting this case resolved so I could return to England.

But my fucking heart argued that I still had three weeks that Archer had given me to work this case. Three weeks I could wake up to Victoria's beautiful face. Three weeks to banter with her. Three weeks to bury myself in her body.

My mind knew that I was playing with fire. It knew that my desire for Victoria wasn't going to burn out and there was no future for us, assuming I could be brave enough to pursue one. I couldn't have a life with her that included Henry being ignorant of it.

See, I was fucked.

What was most crucial to understand was that I wasn't needed here. Saint Security had plenty of capable men and women to protect Henry and Victoria for as long as Henry wanted protection. The only reason I was involved at all was because Henry specifically asked for me. But our friendship was being challenged by his foolhardy behavior, and it would be blown apart if he knew what I'd been doing with Victoria.

What I needed to do was to find some time and space away from her to clear my mind and my heart.

I was one lucky sonofabitch when Dax called and told me they'd picked up a guy skulking around Henry's house the night before.

"He's the usual low-level goon, but he’s trying to play it tough.”

“I want to talk to him." This was my chance to get away to sort my shit out and end this case.

"There's no need. I’ll send—”