“Fine,” I admit, letting out a probably dramatic breath. “I make exceptions for my loved ones. But very few exceptions, and the people who love me the most try hard not to pull me into their—allegedly—illegal activities.”
He frowns, then holds up his finger, the edge of his mouth quirking up. “Wait. You love me. Why won’t you smoke some weed with me?”
I sigh, knowing I’m overthinking it. “First of all, we’re in Thailand, and yes, their laws have changed, but I’m not fucking with the Thai government. Second, I’ll commit a crime to protect you, not get you high. If something happened and I got arrested, I can’t protect you, and you have to know that would drive me insane with worry.”
“Okay. I’m sorry,” he says, his hands soothing me. “I just…help me to understand. You won’t smoke weed with me, but you’ll—”
“Kill anyone who endangers you.”
Mads opens his mouth and a familiar turned-on glaze mists over his eyes. He blinks up at me. “I know you’re my bodyguard, but…you’d really be ready to kill someone to protect me?”
He’s come twice, but his dick is no longer totally limp, like maybe he finds my overprotectiveness…sexy.
I admit something I’ve never said to anyone, not even Luca. “The first time I heard you say you have a stalker, I wanted to take their head off. I didn’t even know you then, but I wanted to surround you in bubble wrap. It killed me when you didn’t hire me on the spot.”
He smiles, understanding in his fathomless eyes. “I’m sorry, Anthony. I promise I wasn’t trying to torture you. I was being stubborn, and I had my head in the sand about the amount of danger I was in.”
My jaw tenses just thinking about it. “Even if you hadn’t been in danger, I’ve had this need to protect you from the very beginning. I mean, yes, that’s my business, but I’ve never felt compelled to protect my typical clients the way I do with you.”
“Really?” he asks, swallowing hard.
I nod, cupping his face in my hands. “Really, Mads, I would remove, with extreme prejudice, anyone who means you harm.”
“Like Joe did for Rand?”
“What do you know about that?” I ask, worried.
Mads’ eyes widen as he remembers. “Rand didn’t give me all the details, but what he implied was bad enough. He needed someone to talk to because there are nights when Joe still has nightmares about what he had to do to save him.”
I cup Mads’ jaw and kiss him softly. “What Joe had to do that night was awful. But I promise you, I would have none of his reservations about putting a bullet in someone’s head to protect you. If it ever comes to that—and I hope to God it doesn’t—but if it does, I will sleep like a baby.”
“That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, should it?” he says, idly stroking his cock.
“Probably not,” I growl, pushing him against the bed, settling my face against his belly, almost childlike. “But we have to take a nap before I’ll be ready to go again.”
Thank God,he murmurs.
Taking his cock into my mouth, I give it a few more comforting sucks.
“Mm, I like it when you do that. Makes me feel safe, which is probably weird.”
“Me too,” I admit, knowing at some point I’ll have to explain why I am the way I am and hope it makes sense to him.
* * *
I wakewith a snort and hope Mads didn’t hear me snoring as I slept. We’re both spread eagle, me face up and him face down, fitting perfectly together like clock gears laid out against the bed.
I suck in a breath when confronted by his perfect, tight ass, his rich sepia skin gleaming in the afternoon sunshine. Careful not to disturb him, I roll over and give each perfect cheek a kiss.
Unable to look away from the crease of his ass, I spread his cheeks and my mouth waters at the sight of his well-used hole. I kiss it, but that’s not quite enough. Inhaling his scent, I lick him once, just to taste.
Mm. The remnants of cum and expensive oil are sharp on my tongue. Still not enough.
Spreading his cheeks wider, I lick him again and again until I dive in, properly rimming him.
Mads stirs above me. “Mmph. Why is my ass wet?” he asks, sleepy as he looks back over his shoulder. “Oh. Keep going.”
I do as asked, pushing inside, going as deep as I dare. He lifts his hips, encouraging me as he fumbles for the vial of oil. He curses at the mess he’s making, then groans as my tongue pushes through the tight ring of muscle.