The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard
Chapter 15

Isabella laughed as Cam pulled her hand racing through the underground parking lot towards the elevator. She was running to keep up with his pace and the feeling of being wanted with such fervor was invigorating.

The elevator doors slid open, and he dragged her into the space, flicked a key into a spot on the panel and hit a button. Instantly the elevator lurched into the sky taking them to his penthouse suite, but Isabella barely had time to register his actions, as he pinned her against the metal wall and kissed her mouth hard. She wound her calf around his thigh pulling his body tighter to hers as her hands gripped his shoulders. The faint scent of aftershave and a woodsy soap lingered on his skin, and she inhaled deeply willing herself to not miss an iota of him.

The sound of a pinging alerted her the doors had opened but he never broke the kiss, he simply backed her into the space. She stumbled over her feet, unsure of where she was going, and he gripped her by the a*s and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let her head fall back as he began a trail of searing kisses along her jaw and neckline. When he found the pulse at the base of her throat, he sucked deeply. Her back arched as pleasure shot through her body at the sensation. "f**k Isabella, I need to be inside you." He smacked the wall and hit the lights and they came on dimmed as if they dared not be perfectly lit for their mood.

"Ditto," she reached to her back and tried to reach the hidden zipper of her pantsuit. He spun her so her back was to him, and he made short work of the zipper. She let the pantsuit fall to the floor, stepped out of it, and turned to face him. "If I had known you were completely naked under that thing, I don't think we'd have made it to dessert," he ground out as he took in the view before him. "Damn your body is tight." "Best part of small boobs is I don't need a bra," she grinned.

"They're not small," he reached out and palmed her breasts, "perfect palmfuls."

As his thumbs and fingers tweaked her n*****s her eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned deep in her chest. "I don't need foreplay," she uttered as she reached for his buckle. "I just did eight courses of foreplay. I need you inside me now." He stood back and lifted his shirt over his head, too impatient to deal with buttons and threw it across the room. His pants he kicked off followed quickly by his boxers.

"Wow," she let her gaze rove over his body. His shoulders were wide, and it was obvious this was not a man who focused purely on cardio in the gym. He pushed weights and lots of them. She let her gaze travel downward to take in the muscular form. His entire torso and arms were covered in tattoos, evidently hidden in the long sleeve shirt he'd been wearing, and she was suddenly wanting to trace every single one of them with her tongue. He was hard in all the right places, his chest chiseled and his abdominal muscles far more defined than a six pack. His c**k was erect, proudly extending up his stomach and she licked her lips in anticipation. "You look good enough to eat."

"Later," he promised as he pushed her backwards until her knees were against the bed behind her.

She let herself fall backwards onto the bed and closed her eyes as he lifted her legs up over his hips. He pulled her whole body forward and without any precursory conversation, speared himself into her middle.

Isabella's back curved high off the bed at the sudden bold intrusion into her body.

"Isabella, you're so f*****g wet," he groaned as he pulled away and then slowly inched back into her again, further this time than last.

"Cam, stop playing and give me it all." She complained about how slowly he was moving.

"Say my name again," he commanded.

She opened her eyes to meet his mocking ones. She wasn't in the mood for a game. "Cam, I need you to f**k me now."

His curse told her she'd said the right words to him, and he immediately plunged himself deep within her. She adjusted her body to meet him thrust for thrust. He rocked on his heels, his hand gripping her hips tightly keeping her from sliding across the bed as he pounded himself into her. Sweat beaded along his chest as he worked her body, the sound of their skin meeting forcefully echoing the groans of frustration slamming from Isabella's chest.

She put her fist against her mouth as he used his thumb to replace her c******s as he pumped himself in and out of her. His thumb making sweeping circular motions along her sensitive nub, she came quickly, and her body clenched tight around him as the o****m swept over her.

She had barely surfaced from the sensations, and he was pulling away from her. She pouted and he laughed.

"Just grabbing a condom Isabella," he grinned at her one opened eye. "I got a bit carried away and we can't be stupid."

"Good thing one of us is paying attention," she quipped and watched with interest as he rolled the condom down his length. She propped up on her elbows. "I've never forgotten before." She furrowed her brow in annoyance.

"You've been thinking of my enormous c**k for days now, it's inevitable." He winked as he turned back to her and motioned for her to turn around. He climbed up on the bed behind her and leaned over her back to whisper darkly in her ear. "I'm going to f**k you hard Isabella and then I'm going to c*m. It's going to be fast and dirty. Then when we have the first time jitters out of the way, I'm going to f**k you until dawn."

His words sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned as he filled her deeply from behind. His hand wound around her middle and she arched when he gripped her breasts and fondled her roughly. His other hand buried into her hair, and she gasped when he tugged it gently. "Rougher, Torres."

He stilled and his hand left her breast and slapped her bottom, a gentle warning. "Say my name Isabella."

"Cam," she closed her eyes as he fisted her hair tightly in response to her saying his name. His hand moved from her a*s back to replace her c**t and toyed with her while he plundered her deeply. His thrusts were rhythmic and matched the pressure of his fingers on her body. His tempo quickened and Isabella felt her body responding. "Cam, I'm going to come again." She groaned as she tried to stay on all fours, her arms feeling weak. "Not without me Isabella." He promised and when she spiraled out of control he joined her in a loud release, his shout of her name echoing in the quiet of the room. He fell onto his back and pulled her back against him in his arms.

Isabella tried to catch her breath as his arms wrapped around her middle, holding her captive to his chest. He bit her shoulder playfully and she shivered at the action.

"You to play rough," he commented quietly.

"As long as I control how rough," she admitted grateful her back was to him.

"Hair pulling is good?"

"Yes."

"Spanking?"

"Yes, so long as it's not leaving bruises."

"Choking?"

"Never tried so not sure," she shrugged suddenly shy with the direction of the conversation. "I swear Torres if you tell me, you have a Fifty Shades of Gray room somewhere in your house..."

He laughed, "nope. The thought of beating a woman completely into submission isn't my kink. I don't mind slapping an a*s with my hand but using a wooden paddle seems excessive."

She rolled to face him and kissed his mouth, "I think I like you Camden Torres."

"You better considering where I just had my d**k," he grinned naughtily.

"Speaking of," she waved at him, "go clean up and come back to me. You promised me I could feast." She paused and returned his naughty grin, "unless you need time to recuperate. Being older and stuff."

He furrowed his brow as he moved to sit up, "I might change my mind and go looking for a paddle."

She laughed delightedly at his comment and flopped back on the bed and watched as he walked towards the bathroom. She looked at her watch and noted a text message from Sabine. She closed the screen and shook her head. The woman was nosy as hell. "What are you smirking for?" he strolled out of the bathroom confidently swaggering towards the bed with a washcloth in one hand and a towel in the other. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm smiling," she made a face, "you should be used to it by now. I seem to do it an awful lot when you're around."

"I will take your compliment and pack it away up here," he tapped his temple, "for when you're scowling at me."

She made a face as he nudged her legs apart. "Uh, I can do it myself."

He slapped her hands away and gently wiped her with the cloth, "I always clean up my own messes Isabella." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the area he'd just cleaned. His eyes darkened as he heard her intake of breath. "I believe we are both going to feast."

She squirmed at his words, and she wriggled her fingers in anticipation. "I'm hungry now. Feed me."

He laughed, "there is nothing shy about you is there?"

"No, I'm afraid not." She met his eyes boldly. "Does it bother you?"

"No, it's refreshing, and it turns me on immensely," he tossed the towels on the floor and climbed back into the bed. "You know what you want, and you go for it."

She met his eyes seriously, "it's not often I see things I want."

"No?" He leaned over her, an elbow on either side of her head on the pillow where she rested. "How come?"

"I'm a woman of few needs. I have a home, my dog, my work, my friends."

"But nobody special?"

"Not for three years and I've been okay. I've hooked up," she refused to feel badly and waited for judgement to come.

"Nothing wrong with hooking up," he smiled, "were you thinking I was going to think less of you?"

"My experience with men is they expect women to be warriors of virtue with white dresses and chastity belts while they screw everything with a hole in it."

"Then you have had experiences with the wrong men," he kissed her gently. "What you did in your past is not my business so long as you don't give me a disease."

"I'm healthy, just had my physical last month actually," she grinned, "and if your file on me has any kind of depth to it, you probably have my medical records."

He made a face, "I do not have your medical records. What kind of file do you think I compiled?"

She had his and had reviewed his medical, she thought but she wasn't admitting it. "Big security firm, I just thought you would be very thorough."

"Not that thorough," he smoothed his hand over her forehead. "This old guy has had enough time to recuperate." He watched as her dark eyes met his excitedly, "insatiable, aren't you?"

"Have you looked in a mirror lately? You sir are a fine piece of a*s. I'm taking what I can when I can." She pushed him off balance and rolled him onto his back and watched as he laced his hands behind his head, propped up on the pillow to watch what she was going to do. She kept her eyes locked on his as she kissed his chin, then his chest and slowly made her way below his navel.

His loud groan filled her ears as she pulled him deep into her mouth and then slowly releasing him. Her eyes stayed with his as she licked his shaft in a long stroke and then pulled his head back into her mouth and ran her tongue along the slit at the top. His body twitched as she cupped his balls and stroked them gently.

"You are so beautiful Isabella. I could watch you suck me off forever," he sighed contentedly as he relaxed under her enjoyment of his body.

She paused and met his gaze with a wicked smile, "then just lay back and enjoy the show. I'm going to be awhile." As she lowered her head again, she took pleasure in the moan she elicited from the man.