Page 28 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

The silence stretches out endlessly between us. He isn’t asking for anything. He isn’t giving me orders or telling me who or what or where to be. It might be a ploy to get me to trust him, so I refuse to let my barriers down, but I will be truthful. He has earned that much from me. Even if it will make Leonid angry.

“I do want to.” My voice barely reaches my own ears.

He blinks, and I chew my bottom lip. “Say it again, sweetheart.”

“I do want to fuck you.”

Perhaps we are destined for relentless interruptions because, at that moment, footsteps approach us from behind the container, and Finn’s mouth is on mine, shielding me with his body from prying eyes.

I keep my eyes open, but I can’t see whoever it is behind his wide shoulders.

“Everyone is wanted quayside,” a man’s voice says. “I’ll give you a moment.”

Finn raises one hand in acknowledgement, and I hear the intruder’s footsteps receding.

But he doesn’t pull away. He cups my face with both hands and says, “Where were we?” his voice thick with desire.

“I said I want to fuck you.” The words spill out before I can stop them.

His eyes drift up to the white hard hat I’m wearing. “It suits you. I’ve never fucked anyone in a hard hat before.”

“Is it sexy as fuck too?”

He chuckles. “You’re sexy as fuck, Tamara. You could be wearing a sack, and I would still want to fuck you.” He takes my hand and places it over the solid tent inside his pants.

“I’m not sure I want to test that theory.”

“Maybe I’ll convince you someday.”

I don’t even feel his hands moving until I hear the zipper on my skirt being pulled and it slides down over my hips. “Finn, what are you⁠—”

His tongue slides between my lips, stopping me mid-sentence. “I love it when you say my name.”

I didn’t even realize I’d said it out loud. “I love it when you fuck me with your tongue.”

“You really have no idea, do you?” He drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I don’t lose the privilege.”

Then he crouches in front of me and sucks the mound of my pussy through my panties.

“You’re still fucking saturated.” He peers up at me, and my pulse races at the sight of his face between my legs.

I spread my legs wide and forget that the dock worker might come back again when Finn pulls my panties aside and inserts a finger inside me, stroking my clit with his thumb.

“I want to feel your tongue on me.” I’m already breathless like I just ran from one dock to the next, my orgasm waiting to be unleashed.

He tugs my panties down over my hips, and I manage to get one foot out of them before he spreads my thighs and drags his tongue flat across my clit. Pleasure explodes low in my belly, and I tilt my head back against the container behind me, reaching out for something to hold onto and finding nothing.

I feel one of Finn’s fingers inside me, probing, pumping, while his tongue gives my clit the attention I demanded. Then something solid, another finger, explores the entrance between my ass cheeks, and I gasp.

“Steady,” he murmurs, barely breaking his rhythm. “Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

I throw my shoulders back and my pelvis forward, rubbing my pussy in his face, and give into the unusual burn when his finger probes deeper between my ass cheeks. My legs are trembling. But just like earlier, the more he gives me, the more I want, like he’s a drug, and I’m already addicted.

“More,” I pant.

And he obliges by sliding a second finger into my pussy, stretching me open, a distraction from the burn at my back entrance.

My orgasm is right there, waiting to be tipped over the edge. I rub my clit back and forth across his tongue, taking what I want while he slides a third finger deep inside my pussy. “Don’t stop.” I barely recognize my own voice.