Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

perfectly straightforward. Her hand lands on my belt buckle. A shudder wracks my body. Yes. “Where is the bedroom, Dakota?”
My cock siphons all remaining blood from my brain. I take her hand in mine, treasuring the delicate press of her warm palm. The drugged feeling is back.
We don’t make it to the rear quarters of the house where my bedroom is. Instead, I lead us to the nearest flat surface: the unused guest suite with a king-size bed. Sadie giggles and turns around, walking backward as she strips her T-shirt off in one smooth motion. She tosses her head and throws the cotton aside with a knowing grin.
I groan at the sight of her tits in a sheer bralette. She backs up until her legs hit the edge of the bed and she collapses onto it. I cover her with my body. Her hands are pushing up my shirt, warm on my skin. “Mm, Sadie, you’re delicious.”
I tuck my finger into the edge of her bra and pop out her nipple. It’s pale pink like spring rose petals. It tastes like sweet woman. She undulates upward, and sighs.
“Dakota, I want you to fuck me,” she growls in my ear. Her hips grind upward against my caged cock. Damn. She’s so hot for me. It’s impossible to think. I want her too, and I can have her.
“Slow down, sugar,” I murmur in her ear. “We’ve got time to do this right.”
She wiggles beneath me and half-groans, half-sighs with frustration. I grin and nibble her puckered bead. Sadie hisses.
“I’ve had two weeks to daydream about riding you, Dakota,” she mutters. “I’ve never been so frustrated in my life.”
She tries to wedge her hand between our bodies and yank my belt buckle free. I’m enjoying the friction of denim on denim. The fabric confines us, keeps us from finishing too soon. I’m not ready to dive in, so to speak. I want to savor her. Instead of rushing, I expose both of her nipples to the air and palm one while sucking the other. Sadie moans. Her hands work the hem of my shirt halfway up my back before I give in and let her strip it over my head. Hot skin against skin. It’s been ages since I felt anything this good.
We are kissing with slow, heated, wet fervor. Open-mouthed. I taste her neck. She is earthy and clean. When I can bear it no more, I roll onto the bedspread beside her and work the fastening on my pants open. Sadie’s hand invades, seeking my hot cock. She sighs and strokes my hard length before freeing it reverently.
“Mm, this looks incredible, Dakota. May I taste?”
“Please,” I choke out. Now that we’re close to fucking, time cannot pass soon enough. But now it is Sadie’s turn to tease me. She scoots off the edge of the bed and stands up. With her lower lip caught between her teeth and a knowing gleam in her eye, she works the bralette up over her head and tosses it away. The flat plane of her stomach undulates as she unfastens the button on her jeans and works them down. A triangle of fabric covers the strip of hair on her mons. It’s tiny, and the scrap is semi-transparent with her juices. The sight jolts through me.
“Fuck, me,” I moan.
“In a minute,” Sadie grins. She kneels between my legs and captures my cock. Her hands work the shaft while her mouth closes over the purple swelling head. Every few seconds, her green gaze catches mine. Sparks. Oh, fuck, yeah. It’s better than I could ever have imagined. My fingers dig into her hair encouragingly. Half-formed words come out of my mouth in pants.
“Oh, Sadie. Like that. Harder, baby. Yeah.”
I’m close to release. I can last a long time under the right circumstances, but I’ve been anticipating this moment for so long. Now that it’s here I want it to happen more than anything.
Sadie eases off. She grins and straddles my hips. I catch her by the waist and trace the edge of her obscenely tiny thong with my fingertip. She’s soaked through. I can see the outline of her lips. I gently circle the apex where her clit is. Sadie’s hips lock. Her eyes close. Her head falls back, and black hair waterfalls down her pale back. She comes in a little pulse that I can feel with my finger.
I tug the material aside and get a good look at her pink, lust-swelled sex. “Nice.”
“Are you ready, Dakota?” she asks.
“Any time you are.”
She takes my cock and slides it along her slit. Inch by glorious inch she takes me inside, deeper, further, until she is seated hard against my pelvis. Sadie looks down at me with a knowing smile. “I’m ready to ride.”
I start slow. I rotate my hips, feeling the tight squeeze of her around me. She enjoys being on top, though I’m already thinking about other positions. I’d like to see her ass in the air as I fuck her from behind. I want to push her legs as far wide as they’ll go and pound her until she comes so hard she sees stars.
But for now, I’m still getting the sense of what she likes. She playing with me, rotating her hips and shuddering with half-closed eyes. I roll her nipple between my fingers. Sadie bucks. I do it again. She moans.
“Like that?” I ask.
“Love it.” She grinds down hard over my cock. I’ve never felt anything as hot’s and wet and tight as her pussy. Instinctively—my brain sure as fuck isn’t working right now—I press her clit again. Sadie goes wild. She’s taking every inch of me, seeking more, and loving the ride. I’m only a step behind her. My palms grasp her hips and hold her as I spurt inside her.
And that’s when I hear Beau’s very unwelcome drawl...
“Well, what do we have here?”

6
Beau
This is a new development—one I’m not too pleased with being left out of.
I mean, hey,