Page 58 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Bodyguard

“Um… could I have two waffles? One with the maple syrup and one with the whipped cream and berries?”

He looked up and grinned at me. “Baby. You can have anything you want.”

Melt. I was going to melt. How was he so sweet? He was huge and cut and looked like he could be an action star in a movie. And he was smart, kind, sweet, and so good in bed he made me crazy from wanting him.

“Thanks,” was all I said.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked. “We could go to the beach, we could go for a bike ride or a hike, we could go shopping or out to a nice restaurant, we could go visit Nadine and Reynolds… whatever you want.” He leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss. “Or we could stay around here, and I could come up with different ways to make you scream my name all day.”

The last one. I wanted to do the last one. But would that make me look sex-starved or something? I bit my lip. “Maybe we could… do the last one?”

He took a deep breath. “I knew I was in love with you.” He glanced around the kitchen. “Hold on a second.” He turned some things off and walked over to me. He lifted me off the stool as if I weighed nothing and plopped me on the island. He pushed my legs open, and I put my hands behind me to support me. He pulled a stool in front of me and sat on it, then he bent over and pushed my thighs further apart with his large hands. He started licking me slowly, rhythmically, never going faster or slower, just taking his time. “God, you taste so fucking good. I’ll never get enough of you.”

I moaned as he continued to work his tongue through my folds and around my clit, flicking and sucking it gently before continuing his slow exploration. I gasped when he suddenly filled me with two large fingers, moving them in and out in time with licking my clit over and over again. I moved my hands to his head and began rocking my hips against his face. I couldn’t help myself. He was making me wild.

“Byron,” I pleaded. “Make me come.”

He didn’t say anything, but his eyes locked with mine as he licked me steadily. He added another finger, and I squirmed as it took me a moment to adjust to the added size. Then he sucked my clit as his fingers began moving faster and faster inside me.

“Oh God,” I screamed as the climax that had been building hit me in waves, my body shaking with the power of it as I came completely undone under his ministrations. He didn’t ease up, either. Just as I thought the orgasm couldn’t possibly last longer, he extended it by licking and sucking in exactly the right spot.

“Byron,” I barely made a sound as I gasped out his name. I couldn’t. My body was almost convulsing, vibrating with the strength of the release.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away but wrapped his arms around my waist. He could tell I was completely spent. He carried me to the bed and laid me down.

I gazed at him, drunk on what he’d done to me. I could barely move, but I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. “What can I do for you?” I asked.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby. You can just lay here while I finish breakfast.”

“Byron.” I glanced at the huge bulge in his pants pointedly. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He got a sexy smirk on his face. “Anything?”

I nodded.

He pulled his sweatpants off, and I saw that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He grasped his cock and stroked himself roughly a few times. “Open your robe.”

I did what he asked.

He closed his eyes briefly when he saw my body and stroked himself harder. “Jesus. You are so fucking gorgeous. I know you have to have heard this before, but I’m obsessed with your breasts. I can barely take my eyes off them. Whether I was watching you strip or looking at you in a designer gown, they’ve made my mouth water. Ilovethem.”

My face turned a little pink. I had a clue where this was headed. I’d hated it when Skeeter had fucked my tits. But Byron? Oh my God, I wanted him to.

I folded my arms under my breasts, purposely lifting them up and together for him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He moved onto the bed and laid beside me for a minute. He held one breast in his big hand, rubbing and pulling the nipple, while he suckled the other one. I started breathing hard, unintentionally letting out little gasps of delight.

“I love how responsive you are, baby.” He continued working on me until I was getting wet all over again.

“I’d love to fuck these,” he said, his light brown eyes meeting mine as his hands pushed them together and up. He sucked in a breath at how they looked.

I got a small grin on my face. “I kind of thought that was the direction you were leaning in.”

He got up and moved to his bedside table, opening a drawer and getting out a bottle of lube.

I raised my eyebrows. “Do you have a lot of lady friends over?”

He shook his head. “I told you; I’m not like that. I’ve never been the guy who could just fuck around and not care about the women I was with. It’s just not who I am.” He shrugged.Reynolds and Nico gave me crap about it for a while when we were teenagers, but now I think they respect me for it.”