Seducing My Guardian (A Touch of Taboo) by Katee Robert (books to read romance .txt) 📗

my future. I bite my bottom lip and send the video to him. Once it shows as delivered, I silence my phone, drop it onto the chair next to my clutch, and resume my position on the bed.

It’s not long before a sound catches my attention. The beep of the keycard in the hotel room door. The soft sound of it opening. The heavier tread that I recognize down to my very soul.

Devan is here.

Chapter 5

I hold perfectly still as I listen to him walk through the hotel suite. He’s not moving quickly, but he’s also not meandering, either. A few seconds later, he stops in the doorway of the bedroom. I don’t twist to look at him, don’t do anything but hold my breath.

“Look at you,” Devan murmurs. “Apparently you can follow simple orders.”

My eyes snap open. I’m not sure when I closed them. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” A step, and then another.

I turn my head and watch him in the reflection. Devan slowly shrugs out of his jacket, his gaze pinned on my ass. He tosses the jacket onto one of the two chairs situated next to the bed. He slides out of his shoes and kicks them aside. I press my lips together against the demand that he strip further, that he expose himself the same way I’m exposing myself right now.

The way I did in that video I sent him.

“Did you like my text?” The question pops out before I can think better of voicing it.

Devan doesn’t move closer. “You wanted that little tease of a video to have me sprinting up here and fucking you like an animal.” He slowly pulls off his sweater, and then the T-shirt below it.

Devan McGuire is shirtless in my hotel room.

I worry my bottom lip even as I have to concentrate to keep my legs spread instead of pressing them together in response to the sight that greets me in the reflection. He’s so big. Barrel chest, solid thick stomach, biceps that scream so much strength, it makes me weak in the knees.

He finally closes the distance between us and presses his fingertips to the small bit of skin exposed between the back of my garter belt and the top of my panties. “This might come as a surprise to a little brat like you, but you’re not in charge here, Hazel. I am.”

My heart flutters strongly enough to be alarming. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’ve been a hellion for nine long years, and it’s time someone put you in your place.”

Yes, yes, yes. “I’d like to see you try.”

His low chuckle has things clenching low in my body. “Trust me, I’m going to do more than try.” He drifts his fingers lightly over the lace of my panties, down the center of my ass and shifting to the side before he reaches where I desperately need him. I make a sound of protest and push back against his touch.

Devan swats me lightly on my ass. “First thing’s first. You have anything you’re certain you’re not down for?”

“I’m down for anything.” I say it mostly to annoy him.

He snorts. “Try again, brat. Everyone has limits.”

“Not everyone.” But ultimately he’s right to ask this question and I owe him honest answers. Devan’s just ensuring we both have a good time, and brat or not, I’m in total agreement. “I don’t want to be blindfolded.”

He goes still, which is right around the time I realize he was tracing the edges of my panties. “Okay.”

I appreciate that he doesn’t ask why, but then I expect he already knows. After the car crash, I sustained a head injury and they’d had a bandage around my eyes when I woke up. I shudder as the remnants of that memory echo through me. Ever since then, I can’t stand to have my eyes covered. No sleep mask, no cucumbers over my eyes, nothing.

“What else?”

I huff out a breath. “I like some pain play, but I’ve mostly kept it to spanking or paddling in the past. I’m not saying no to the more extensive things, though. There aren't any roleplaying scenarios off the top of my head that I can think will be triggering.”

“Daddy, doctor, teacher?”

I shiver. “Not triggering.”

“Mmmm.” He lightly squeezes my ass. “If anything comes up, you will tell me.”

It’s easy enough to agree to that condition. I already did when we first opened negotiations. “Okay.”

“Birth control?”

“Yes,” I breathe. Like the bar downstairs, the room seems to heat up the longer we’re this close. He’s barely doing anything to me, but I’m in danger of combusting. “I’m also tested regularly.”

“I am, too.” He hesitates. “I have condoms, though.”

“Optimistic of you.”

“I like to be prepared.” He makes a low sound. “Though I wasn’t prepared for this tonight.” He traces the back straps of the garter belt. “We should use condoms. It’s the smart thing to do.”

There is nothing smart about what we’re doing tonight. It’s reckless in the extreme, for all that I’ll never see him again. The man was my guardian for years, if an absent one. I try to imagine what it would be like living in his house as a hormonal grief-stricken teenager, but my mind rebels at the very idea. It’s better this way.

We’re both adults.

Nothing to stop two consenting adults from exchanging as much pleasure as they can handle, even if it’s only for the night.

I arch my back a little, pressing my ass more firmly against his hand. “I don’t want to be smart.”

“Hazel—”

My name on his lips is better than any designer drug. I push on, throwing myself past the point of no return and dragging him with me. “I want you to fuck me bare, Devan. I want you to fill me up like the dirty little slut I am. I crave it.”

His hands tighten on my ass, hard enough to hurt for the barest moment. Then he hooks the edges of my panties and eases them down a few inches. Just enough to