Mila lay on her desk, her skirt shoved up to her hips. I sat in her chair with her feet on my thighs and her butt in my hands.

It had been a week since we’d started sleeping together.

A week of mind-blowing sex and sexy little innuendos that made my dick stand up and pay attention almost every time Mila glanced at me.

She had an appointment in an hour and a half but had told me that until then, she was mine.

Mine…

It was an enticing thought and a terrifying one.

Determined not to let myself fall down that trap, I pressed my mouth against her wet, slick flesh and tasted her.

It was a taste I could gorge on.

She was something I could gorge on.

I’d been doing it for the past week, and every time I thought I might have a handle on things, she just shook the mix up even more.

Mila rocked her hips up to meet me.

I squeezed her perfect ass, molding the supple flesh with my hands.

After the past week, I’d gotten better at figuring out what she liked without her having to tell me, so I gave it to her, using my teeth to tug at her clit, then circling my tongue over and over.

I stopped just shy of bringing her to orgasm though.

She cried out in dismay as I lifted my head, looking down at her.

She wiggled impatiently. “More…” she demanded.

I shook my head, standing up and pulling her to her feet.

She didn’t resist as I turned her away. No, she actually bent over the desk in front of her as if she knew exactly what was on my mind.

The sight was almost enough to put me on my knees.

She’d worn a skinny skirt today that outlined her ass in ways that ought to be illegal, and while she’d been walking up the stairs, my eyes had been locked on said ass.

All morning, I’d thought about doing something like this.

She’d already dropped a condom on the desk, so I grabbed it and tore it open, fumbling only a little.

She rocked back against me as I pressed the head of my dick to the wet folds between her thighs.

I gripped her hip as she started to push back on me. “Be still,” I said. I didn’t want her taking control of this, not now.

Slowly, I pressed forward until she’d taken all of me, then I withdrew. I sank inside her again, watching as she stretched wide around my latex-sheathed cock.

She whimpered and twisted against me. “Quit teasing, Liam,” she said, her voice rough and ragged.

I wasn’t. I was…lost in her. I kept the same slow pace up, and soon, she was grabbing at the table, thrusting back onto me. Or trying, at least. I still held her body in place.

She tightened around me, making my eyes almost cross from the pleasure.

But I didn’t change my rhythm.

Sweat formed on my brow.

I could see it glisten on the back of her neck.

She was shaking now, keening under her breath and holding onto the front edge of her desk as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

I began to move faster, and she started to moan, low, continuous sounds that fed into my hunger.

Harder. Faster.

Our flesh slapped together, and she cried out as an orgasm hit her hard and fast. With her body still shaking, I didn’t hold back any longer, letting my own climax blast out of me as I drove into Mila’s cunt.

Yeah. I was sure as hell getting lost in her.

* * *

I had Friday and Saturday off this week.

Mila had suggested maybe I come by, but I’d declined. If I did that, the other bodyguard who watched her while I was off would wonder why.

If word got back to my boss that I was sleeping with the client, I was out of a job. Maybe that should have made me a little more cautious, but I couldn’t seem to help myself around Mila.

We weren’t romantically involved – there was nothing about this but sex. I could still do my job and sleep with her.

It was, of course, bullshit.

I was compromised as hell but told myself that it didn’t matter. There had been no attempts to harm Mila. Whatever it was her dad was worried about, there didn’t seem to be anything going on that involved her. Other than the time she’d gotten cramped up while swimming, she hadn’t been in any danger at all.

How are you going to recognize if she’s in danger when you’re buried in her pussy? The logical part of me kept rearing its ugly head, but I still wasn’t ready to let things end between us.

The conflict going on inside me was one that had hounded me ever since we started this…whatever it was. I’d hoped my uneasiness about it would fade, or maybe I wouldn’t want her so much, and then I could take a step back.

But it seemed I wanted her more every day, not less.

Ready for a break away from all of it, when Jake asked me if I wanted to go out and have a beer with him that night, I said yes.

I didn’t seem to be able to escape what was haunting me though. And Jake noticed.

“Everything okay with the job?” he asked after the server put two beers down then walked off.

I glanced at him. “Why do you ask?”

My cousin shrugged. “Well, you’ve hardly said two words today. You’re grim about something. Since you’re not seeing anybody…” He stopped and cocked his head. “Are you seeing somebody?”

I had no intention of saying anything to him, but to my surprise, the answer shot from my mouth. “I’m sleeping with the woman I’m supposed to be guarding.”

Jake blinked.

Then he straightened in his chair and reached for his beer, draining it. Once he put it down, he pinned me with a hard look. “Did you say you’re sleeping with the woman you’re guarding?”

I nodded and looked away, braced for the lecture that was sure to come.

But Jake stayed quiet.

Finally, I looked at him, and he shook his head. “You could be asking for a lot of trouble there, Liam. But I suspect you know that.”

“Hell. Yes.” I drained my beer and flagged down the server. I had a sudden desire to just get wasted. “I still can’t seem to help myself.”

“Are you able to take care of her while being involved with her like that?”

“There’s nothing to take care of. So far, nothing’s happened.” I didn’t mention the incident on the beach. It had no place here. “Nobody follows her. She hasn’t been contacted. Nothing.”

Jake leaned forward, his eyes holding mine. “I don’t think you’d do anything that would intentionally endanger anybody, but sex has a way of clouding things,” he said softly.

Shit. He didn’t have to tell me that.

A sex-hazed fog seemed to surround my thoughts most days, and when I wasn’t thinking about getting Mila naked, I was counting down the time until it was appropriate to get her naked. Otherwise, I was busy getting her naked.

“What are you going to do when this job is over? Keep on seeing her?”

I glanced at my cousin and shook my head. “I can’t even say we’re seeing each other now. We’re sleeping together. That’s it.” I pondered his question for a moment, then exhaled a long breath. “And hell, I have no idea what’s going to happen once I’m no longer needed as her bodyguard.”

It wasn’t something I wanted to think about either.