Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

I am a little ashamed of how easily I vacillate between wanting to be dirty with a daddy and needing to be loved. They’re conflicting sides of the same coin. I want them both.
My thoughts are fractured and fleeting, not much more than incoherent feelings that rush through me. Dakota pulls out, adjusts, and presses me down on the table. He takes my wrists and holds my hands behind my back so that I am flat against the padded surface of the table, facing down toward the floor.
He slides inside me again, and I sigh with bliss as his cock hits every nerve with perfection.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” he asks. He pulls back and rams me again from behind. I can barely move but I try to nod. Dakota thrusts with sharp, short bursts. I am so hot for him. So ready. I feel the orgasm building in my pelvis. It’s a tidal wave gathering speed. His movements turn jagged and off-kilter as he gets ready to come inside me. I break a second before he does. Our breath is ragged and harsh.
Ding. The timer across the room startles us both out of our post-coital bliss—a reminder of how far I have fallen from my goals since arriving at The Black Diamond Ranch a few weeks ago. My heart races. I have no one to blame but myself.
Dakota pulls out. When he kisses me, I taste myself on his lips. After today, I thought I’d figured out what I wanted, but I still feel so mixed up. The only thing that feels right is him—and right now, he’s walking away as though nothing has happened at all.

10
Beau
Dakota struts into the courtyard outside the Big House looking mighty pleased with himself. I’d guess this has something to do with Sadie. Lucky girl—she gets both of us, the CEO of The Black Diamond, and me, the bodyguard. I hope she appreciates her good fortune.
“Looks like you two made up?” I say with a smirk.
“Everything’s fine. We’re still one happy little fuck pod,” Dakota says reassuringly.
Which tells me that they haven’t worked anything out at all.
I try to think back to when I was twenty-two. I had dropped out of college and hadn’t yet found my way into doing security work. I was aimless, pursuing any attractive woman with a nice figure and a flirtatious smile. There were good times but it was mostly a lonely and confusing period for me. I’d have screwed up my entire life if it weren’t for my mother to keep me on track.
Then I remember, Sadie doesn’t have a mom. Not in any real sense. No dad, either, or any other family to speak of other than the estranged aunt and uncle who threw her out. She’s all alone trying to navigate this part of her life. The only support Sadie has is two men who want her body any way she’s willing to give it. We aren’t exactly neutral parties.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so anxious to see them figure out how much in love they are with one another. Patience is a virtue, as my momma likes to say.
But damn, Dakota has got to start asserting himself. It’s not that he’s passive, exactly. He stands up for himself when necessary. Like when Janet, the administrative assistant who bilked him out of money he was rightly owed, Dakota put his foot down and refused to prosecute. Yet if he hadn’t trusted her so easily, The Black Diamond would be in far better financial shape.
I’ve reminded myself a million times that my job is to keep him physically safe and leave the financial and legal issues to his professional advisors, but I’ll never understand his decision not to follow through. To me, it’s an example of his inability to run this ranch at a profit.
“Are you ever going to prosecute Janet?” I ask. I turn off the hose and begin coiling it around the holder. “It’s not too late. The statute of limitations hasn’t run out.”
Evening has shaded the wide sky above us in pink and orange. White puffs of cloud appear to burn from within. I never get tired of New Mexico’s skies, but I miss Georgia. This place is too dry and prickly for my tastes. I’m not sure why I’m being such a rattlesnake about the fraud issue, either. Being Sadie’s confessor today has gone to my head a little. I have advice for everyone, and I’m arrogant enough to feel certain they should heed it, I guess.
Dakota closes down at my question. “I don’t know why you’re bringing that up now, but no. Janet had enough problems. There’s no need to add to them.”
“If you file the charges, you can claim reimbursement for the losses,” I tell him. I’m sure his accountant has said this before. His sister is a lawyer back in Chicago. She handles most of his legal work. I know for a fact she’s pushed the same point. But when Dakota makes up his mind, he gets stubborn. “Are you going to lose The Black Diamond over a two-bit fraud?”
I’ve made him mad, now. Good. I’m not exactly anyone’s mentor, but if I can get him to change his mind by delivering a swift kick in the pants and save the ranch in the process, then I’ll play that role.
“I’m not going to lose the Diamond,” he says through gritted teeth. “I bought this place as an investment. We hit a couple of potholes—”
I cut him off. “That is such a fucking city-slicker way to put it—”
Dakota returns the favor. “Because that’s all I am to you, isn’t it? A spoiled rich kid wasting his daddy’s money. Pissing it away so I can play with ponies all day instead of doing serious shit.” He kicks a pebble into a cactus. “That’s what you think of me. Nothing but a dilettante.”
I try to remember what dilettante means, but there’s a reason I dropped out of college. Never was the academic