Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

though.
I crave his love so much that it’s become a hollow ache of constant need, and I don’t know how to fill it. I worry that it’s too much, that I’m too needy, and I will push him away when I try to draw him close to my heart.
Dakota’s hand skims down my back, over the worn cotton of my tank top, urging me closer. My palms press the compact flatness of his pectorals. He tilts my chin upward.
“I’ll never leave you out again—” I whisper. Dakota cuts me off with a kiss. His mouth is soft against mine, so achingly tender that I nearly burst into tears. Yet hard behind that tangle of emotions is a bolt of pure lust.
His touch is like a thunderbolt cracking across the wide-open desert sky. This time, my tears won’t fall. The storm recedes into the distance. My tears dry up and the sting of saltwater is replaced by need. My breasts feel tight and heavy. When he rolls my nipple, I arch into the sensation, seeking relief.
“Shh, Sadie,” he says, as though I am one of his troublesome horses learning to accept a bridle for the first time. It’s mesmerizing. I am hungry to feel him. Without thinking, I straddle his thighs. We almost topple off the massage table.
I glance at it and feel a stab of sadness. There will be other ambitions, other goals. Right now, my job is to survive. With Dakota and Beau, I’m fighting my way past the old pain and toward a new future that, right now, I can’t even imagine the scope of.
All I know is that Dakota is central to whatever it will look like.
My knees hit the floor. The towel I’ve wanted to yank away is tented by his erection. I move it aside and glance up at him from beneath my eyelashes as I grasp his cock in my palm. The head is dark purple and topped with a glistening white layer of precum. I aim it toward my mouth and lick the tip. He shudders. I swirl my tongue over the top, then suck him.
“Oh, fuck, Sadie, that’s amazing,” he groans.
I don’t answer. I love the taste of his cock. I shift position and take him all the way down my throat. My lips touch the nest of hair at the base of his cock. I pop off, delighted at my ability to please him. It makes me feel powerful.
“Your turn,” he rumbles. Dakota is off the massage table in one swift, silent movement. I barely have time to react before he lifts me onto the table and kneels between my thighs. I part my thighs for him, feeling open and needy and inexplicably shy. He gives me a quick glance as he traces the drenched outline of my sex through the sheer fabric. I moan. My legs are draped over his shoulders. I fall back on my elbows, which barely fit on the narrow width of the massage table.
“You’re so gorgeous, Sadie Banes.” Dakota parts me reverently. “So pink and pale, except here, at your very center.” He inserts the blunt tip of one finger. I am so wet that there is no resistance, only a sweet invasion that is not nearly enough to satisfy me. “Here, you are bright pink. Almost red. I’d like to taste you.”
I nod and make a strangled sound of assent. He darts his tongue inside me, and my mouth falls open in a pant. “More,” I gasp raggedly. He grins and winks—winks—at me, which is so incredibly hot that I could combust. He’s quiet and confident, justifiably so. Dakota licks up my center to the small button of nerves that will push me over the edge whenever he wants it to. Right now, though, he takes his time. He scissors me open with two fingers, then adds a third finger and curls his fingers to hit the sensitive spot inside. My heels dig into his back as my leg muscles clench and release. His tongue circles my clit again and again, toying with me until I am ready to explode.
“Yes, oh, Dakota, yes,” I hiss. I moan. I am braced precariously on my elbows the short way across the table. I cannot move a muscle above my waist without falling off. When I am close, Dakota abruptly brushes my legs off his shoulders and stands up. He positions his cock at my entrance and catches my eye.
“Inside me,” I growl. “Please.”
He slides home. The table is set at the perfect height for him to fuck me, and Dakota does, with great control. Slowly in, quickly out. Repeat. Harder. Deeper. Fractionally faster. I come so hard that my entire body convulses. My arms have gone numb with the effort of holding me up. Dakota’s fists rest on either side of my hips. He’s watching my breasts bounce with each thrust, in between checking my reaction every few seconds. I shift one arm out from behind me and grasp him around the neck. I cling to him and shatter.
When I come down, he’s not yet done. “Flip over,” he commands, and I obey. This is a new side of him. Ordinarily our lovemaking is fairly gentle. Today, it is different. I am sore from Beau’s not-so-tender ministrations an hour earlier and I hope he’s not trying to take that path.
“No anal,” I plead in a whisper as he positions himself behind me. Then I rush to reassure him. “It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s that it would be too painful right now. Maybe in a little while—”
“Another time, sweetheart. Right now, I just want to see you smile.” His solid body is pressed along my back. Dakota finds the right angle and pushes into my pussy.
I flash him a huge grin over my shoulder. “I’m happy, Dakota. With you. I—” I cut myself off. I love you is not the thing to say after your partner has caught you in the act with his friend.