SEVEN

Gently, Red lays next to me in a zero distance. Jesus! My brain frosts when his big, strong arms scoot me to his side, sending a quick chill down my spine as he envelopes my slender body.

My back is pressed onto his chest, my butt tightly against his . . . Holy fuck, Mia! How outrageous! I mentally chastise myself while catching a soft breath, my body still in his comforting brace.

I did not see this coming. I'm unable to move or say a word; I'm suddenly taciturn, my petulant brooding replaced by this bliss in a blink. He's so warm. I could stay in his arms forever.

It simply feels safe.

"Everything will be fine," Red whispers, his voice deeper and assuring, derailing my so-not healthy trance.

I sniff, oblivious that I was in tears just a moment ago. Way to go, Mia! I take another deep breath to pull myself together, making sure I don't melt easily.

"Go to sleep now," says Red while fixing the covers on us both.

Sleep? How do I sleep when my sexy bodyguard is holding me the way every woman dreams to be held by a man? No, I can't sleep.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" I break the pin drop silence after a short while.

Red doesn't respond right away, but eventually he acquiesces. "Ask," he says coolly.

I can feel his heartbeat, the sound of his breath quite a resplendent tune to my ears, and I love how his chin grazes the top of my head.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask and bite my bottom lip.

Why am I suddenly curious about his privacy? I wait patiently.

"No, I don't," Red answers.

Oh? I flush scarlet.

"Married? Or been married before?" I continue, and I'm definitely looking for trouble.

"None of the two." Red's voice is cool and direct.

"I see." I'm strangely respited by these few facts. What a fool! "Is Red your real name?" I decide to quench more of my long preserved curiosity.

Silence answers.

Jeez! Is that a difficult question or what?

"It's my code name," he finally replies.

"Code name?" I want to roll over and face him but he shifts closer and hugs me tighter.

I stay still, relishing this display of intimacy without a name. What are we doing? I know it's an illicit affair but why don't I care?

"Sleep, Mia," Red articulates dismissively.

I suck in a sharp breath at the sound of my name. Will I ever get used to it? Boy, it's very lascivious coming from his lips.

A few minutes pass and silence becomes our company. I can't sleep; I already anticipated this much. Red's presence is both relaxing and stirring at the same time, and I wonder how he manages to cope while holding me this tight.

"Are you sleeping?" I whisper, and I don't get any response. Maybe he's sleeping. I get lost in thoughts. "Why are you here, Red?" I purr, hopefully that he can't hear me. "You don't even realize how difficult it is sleeping with you like this." I sigh heavily.

"Because I can't stand seeing my wife sad. It breaks me," Red mutters, his voice a bit intoxicated.

What? He's awake? An innocent panic surges in me as I roll leftward to face him, adamantly pulling out of his intentional trap around my body.

"Did you—" I pause when my gaze meets his, transfixed.

He's panting, and despite the darkness I can still behold his gleaming eyes and the shape of his lips. Fuck, he's hot! I press my thighs together at the arousal, and I think I can feel his growing erection against my thigh.

"I wanna kiss you," I mutter whisper.

Red's hands abandon my waist so they're free to move. My heart is beating as erratically as his. Staring allured into my eyes, he gently tugs my hair behind my ears. I shudder at his sensual, tantalizing touch.

I want him. Now. I can no longer deny the urge.

I'm about to attack his lips when he swiftly captures mine. Woah! Holding my face between his big palms, his mouth slams into mine, kissing me deeply with menace, as if he's been waiting forever.

I'm stunned, too puzzled to react; hence I submit myself to him. My body thaws, mind-blown, when he drops his one hand back to my waist, tugging the hem of my shirtdress that's already misplaced from constant tossing.

Oh my God! My breath quickens pretty much as our lips mingle incessantly, tongue to tongue, like a sweet delicious dessert, and fuck my bodyguard is an amazing kisser. Way better than I imagined a couple of times.

I clutch his neck, deepening the kiss, getting lost into Red's world, his deep shades of mysteries. Oh, I love this moment. I bawl in a sharp moan when his hand reaches the apex of my thighs from behind, squeezing my ass.

I'm wearing no underwear, it suddenly dawns on me, so he easily touches my sex, and slowly rubs my clitoris.

"Oh fuck!" I hold him tighter, my waist mirroring his finger. He glides me gently, kissing my mouth, driving me nuts. Oh I'm wet . . . so wet when his finger slides into my sex, stroking me in and out. "Ah!" I moan loudly, trying to look him in the eyes.

"You're so responsive, Mia," he says and kisses me all over again, demanding this time.

My God! I kiss him back, fiercely than he does.

Red climbs on top of me, lying on his elbows, and suddenly I'm pinned under his weight. Shit! Now what? He looks at me with amazement, his gaze almost amorous, and without a word he moves back on his knee. He starts unclasping the buttons of my shirtdress.

I'm holding my breath, my chest shoring on and off as I'm slowly exposed, naked, for I have no undergarments on to begin with. So naughty! Red shifts back to my side. Yanking his neck, my greedy mouth is once again onto his, and his hands are onto my breasts, arousing them.

I writhe, tipping my head back at the enormous pleasure. Red trails the wet kisses down my neck, kissing my throat, hard yet gently, and down to my breasts his tongue encircles my nipples, one after the other, sucking them.

"Oh," I moan, and my bodyguard is expertly keeping up the sweet torture, my nipples hard and erect. "Red." His name slips out of my lips when he kisses my stomach, his endearing tongue soft and wet.

Oh fuck! I feel worshipped. I'm craving him. I can't wait for too long. My body refuses to stay still as his mouth heads down south. I pull him back immediately and my lips are back on his. There's a fire in my blood and only Red can put it off.

"Oh, Mia," he finally rasps into my mouth, right amid the intense kissing that could burn up this whole town.

"Hmm," I hum, unsure of what sound I'm making. His warm hand caresses my thigh downward, up to the back of my knee, and then raises my leg so it lies across his thigh.

"I can't hold it, Mia. Fuck, I can't stop myself anymore!" He's enraged, his breath audible as I'm panting heavily myself.

Anymore? That's something.

"Neither can I," I murmur, truthfully. "Don't say anything, Red. I just want you. Right now," I shamelessly admit, for I don't want to think of tomorrow.

I don't want to play. I just want him to fuck me right now.

Swiftly, Red rises up and tugs his shirt over his head. In a blink it's down on the floor. I'm too impatient to let his jeans stay on; hence I pull myself toward him and do the requirements. He's amazed.

He doesn't say a word but he lets me undo the button. My gaze glides between his face and the glorious features of his manly torso, every line of muscles visibly sculptured. He leans down to kiss me as I unzip his fly.

"Oh God," I gasp softly when his hard erection springs out of his tight briefs.

Holy hell! He's so big!

"What?" Red whispers, stroking himself while throwing the jeans away. I can tell he's smirking, proud of my reaction toward him.

Bastard. I flush.

Red sprawls my legs apart and then pulls me down levelly, and gently he eases his length inside my sex. Argh! I bawl as he fills me tightly, his exorbitant size adding much to my astonishment.

Damn. My mouth is fine 'O'.

Red weighs my body as he leans down to reclaim my mouth, his hips flexing unhurriedly as he pounds into me, gently. I can feel his every inch as he does it, deep to my very wet core. Sweet Jesus! It's exquisite, he feels so good inside me. I close my eyes, savoring everything he does to me.

"Oh," Red groans, his mouth ajar, forcing my eyes to fly open and look at his face.

He's enticed, totally beguiled by the depth of our intimacy, our bodies molding with perfection. I hug his wider back tightly, kissing his neck, sucking and biting it, my nails deeply into his skin. Hungry creature I've become, and my bodyguard seems to fancy every bit of my perverseness.

Red keeps pounding on me, deeper each time, slowly, then fast, again and again, his lips delicious on mine. Oh God! I moan nonstop, rocking my waist, devouring this feel of long anticipation coming to reality. He doesn't stop.

My legs curl around him, and there I feel it, strong and wild—the current building in my stomach. I'm ready to erupt into shattered pieces. I scream loudly when I come apart, and Red pulls out immediately, groaning.

Of course, he can't come inside me. I mentally grin, and as I lie back I feel like a different person. Red lies right beside me, coddling me in his embrace. I don't want to talk, and he grants me just that.

I wake at the faint commotion from outside. What a fancy town! I mentally sigh, trying to open my eyes. My body feels hungover, but I don't think I drank much last night . . . did I?

Oh, and why am I feeling sore?

I quickly bolt up and peek underneath the covers. Fuck, I'm totally naked! Oh my God! I didn't . . . Did I? Holy fuck! The memory of last night jogs back speedily. I had sex with Red. I fucked him. No, he fucked me. Ugh, whatever!

Holy shit! I cheated on Patrick.