Her Mafia Bodyguard by J.L. Beck & C. Hallman

Author:J.L. Beck & C. Hallman [Beck , J.L. & Hallman , C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bleeding Heart Press
Published: 2022-08-19T18:30:00+00:00

17

ZEKE

Of all things to wake me up in the morning, the one I expected the least was the smell of bacon. She’s making breakfast.

Which means she’s probably going to want to talk.

Fuck. I drop back onto the bed, my head hitting the pillow hard. I guess it’s too much to ask, hoping she would forget what happened last night. I lost my grip on myself. It should never have happened. I had no right to do that to her.

And something tells me I only made it worse by leaving her there while she was still dazed. It was all I could think to do. I didn’t know if I could handle looking her in the eye.

I’m not even sure why I reacted the way I did. She wanted it. God knows I did. So why did I feel so guilty?

That guilt hasn’t eased in the slightest. It doesn’t get any better once I’m up and moving around, getting dressed, brushing my teeth. As long as I live, I’ll never forget the exhilaration of knowing I was the first man to ever taste her indescribable sweetness.

And I’m kidding myself, thinking I won’t taste her again. Just like I was kidding myself when I decided that night in her bedroom was a one-off. That we could never do that again. Eventually, my needs are going to catch up with me.

And so will hers.

I can’t stay in my room all day, that’s for sure. I need to face this like a man. “You’ve got this!” I tell myself before flinging my bedroom door open. The aroma of bacon and coffee is stronger now, and my stomach growls in anticipation. Man cannot live on pussy alone or something like that. I find her in the kitchen, where I knew she would be, wearing a nightshirt and thick socks. There are covered pans on the stove, and she’s in the process of pouring two cups of coffee.

“Good morning.” Right away, I’m relieved that she’s not overly eager, giddy, giggly. But that’s not her, either, is it? She’s not one of those girls. She’s not going to fall head over heels just because I was the first guy ever to eat her.

“Good morning. What’s all this for?”

“For eating breakfast, obviously. Back when I was younger, I’d always have Sunday breakfast with my mom, at least when she wasn’t working an early shift.”

She shrugs before holding out a cup for me. “I figured I would bring the tradition back now that I can.”

“So long as you didn’t burn the bacon, I think I can learn to live with it.” I can’t help but eye her warily, though, as I take a seat at the counter. It’s almost surreal, the idea of eating breakfast side by side in the same place where I went down on her last night. The memory alone is enough to stir things to life below my waist.

She slides a plate of food in front of me a moment later. Scrambled eggs, perfectly cooked bacon, toast.

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