The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard
Chapter 33

Isabella left Cam's office after listening to him and Gideon reassure her at length the best thing to do was trust them and made her way back to his bedroom. She gave a smile as she noted at some point during the evening someone had gone out and purchased a ramp for Casper to be able to climb up the bed. Nobody in this house was emasculated by the tiny dog and in fact, they were as protective of him as they were of her. Somehow the little dog made them all feel like superman.

She rummaged through the bag Sabine had packed her and grimaced as the only nightclothes she'd sent was the red lace teddy. It was not what she was in the mood to wear, and she walked to Cam's closet and opened it. She was surprised by the size of his walk-in closet and even more by the clothes she found. The man was a certified shoe w***e, she thought with a half-smile as she counted at least twenty pair of shoes just on one shelf alone. She flipped through his dress shirts and then noted one sitting on the bench in the middle of the closet. She lifted the blue shirt and realized it was the one he had worn to work earlier. She held it to her nose and inhaled his scent and closed her eyes. Against all her feminist tendencies, she admitted having him near was comforting to her. Knowing he was protecting her parents and had even sent agents to the homes of all her siblings except Elian, to make sure Evgeni didn't try to go there.

She quickly changed into the shirt and rolled the cuffs up. It hung long enough to just skim the bottom of her a*s. She flicked the light out in the closet and made her way to the bed. It was nearly midnight, and she was exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally. She noted Casper had already made himself comfortable on the pillows. She crawled on the bed and towards the dog.

"Now there's a view," Cam's voice made her jump.

She looked over her shoulder and caught him standing in the door watching her exposed a*s as she had moved on all fours towards the pillow. "Funny," she tried not to smile at his wide grin.

"I was hoping to see the red thing," he moved towards the bed.

"It's good to have dreams," she teased as she pulled the blankets out from under the pillows.

"Tired?"

"Exhausted," she admitted. "Are you coming to bed, or do you still have things to do?"

"I'm coming to bed, and I have things to do," he grinned at her.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it in the direction of a chair, and it landed on the floor. He saw her scowl and he laughed. "Even as tired as you are, you dislike the mess." "Not my house, I don't care."

"Liar."

"Nope, your inability to clean up after yourself helped me find this nightshirt."

"You look damn good in my shirt. I may never wear it again. I'll just keep it tucked under my pillow for when I'm lonely."

"Ew, Torres," she scrunched up her face at his comment and dirty laugh. "You're a dirty old man."

"I'm your dirty old man," he clarified as he kicked his pants and briefs across the room towards his shirt.

"Mine, huh?"

"Yup," he pulled the blankets back and crawled in next to her and pulled her into his arms. "I've been waiting to hold you all day and you've been standoffish and edgy. I'm trying to be patient because I know you're upset but Isabella, I just want to hold you." "Just hold me?"

"To start," his green eyes danced in the dim light. "I've been thinking of the video of you doing body shots."

"You want me to do body shots with you?"

"No, I can't stop thinking of the tiny little dress you had on in the video. When you flipped the shot glass up, you had to hold the top up to keep the girls from falling out." He slid his leg between hers. "It was a helluva dress."

"Cam, you have a house full of people," she whispered as he nudged his knee against her middle.

"I spent a lot of money building my house and one of the things I specifically requested was a soundproof bedroom. Do you know why Isabella?"

"Because you have women here all the time and you like your privacy?"

He tapped her nose with his finger as he rolled over her, half-leaning on her body. "You are the first woman who has been in this bed and this bedroom. No, I have a soundproofed room because I live with a bunch of soldiers, and they can be loud as hell. I need space where I don't have to listen to them." "Oh," she felt the weight of his body pressing over hers.

His eyes studied hers very seriously, "I'm sorry for today, Isabella. I'm sorry for being intrusive and I should have trusted you'd come to me when you were ready."

His apology caught her off guard. "You're sorry?"

"Can you forgive me?"

"Yes," she traced a mark on his chest. "Just don't make a habit of it. I knew you did a background check on me. I had Clara do one on you. It's expected in our industries. I just didn't think you'd go as far as to check my friends and family." "You did a check on me?"

"Damn right I did," she laughed at his surprised expression. "Did you think Clara would let me go out with you without vetting you?"

"What does your file say?"

"Not much. You run a company. You're busy. You don't have serious relationships lasting more than a few months and you have more money than ninety percent of the world." "My file is four statements."

"You're a man Torres, none of you are very complex." She teased him as he growled at her comment. She touched his chest, "it does say you work out every day which I appreciate very much."

"I'm glad you like what you see," he grinned, "feel free to continue exploring downward and telling me what other parts of me you appreciate."

His eyes closed as she gripped the hard length of him pressed between them.

"No worries about whether there is penetration here," she whispered reminding him of her mother's comments. "I appreciate this very much."

"Damn right they'll be penetration," his voice was rumbly as she gripped him firmly and stroked him with deft hands.

She felt his hands caress her hip as he pulled her leg over his thigh. He leaned down and kissed her mouth hungrily. She opened her lips to his demanding exploration and sighed as his tongue met hers. His lips soft and warm as they slid against hers, holding her head as he devoured her.

His palm rode from her hip to her breast and back again, sliding under the shirt which had risen to her waist. Her found her braless under the shirt and his fingers plucked at her n****e and her body moved to meet his touch. "Cam," she moaned as he broke the kiss and unbuttoned the shirt to reveal her skin beneath. As his lips claimed the prize beneath, she clasped her fingers around his head holding him to her breast.

Her breath quickened as he moved back and forth between peaks and his fingertips trailed over her belly. His hands were possessive and sure as he let his hands burn a path over every square inch of her satiny skin.

Isabella's breath caught as he began moving his lips away from her chest and down her belly. There was no protest from her as his mouth found the soft mound between her legs and ran his tongue along her slit, naked apart from the landing strip. As he adjusted her leg over his shoulder and buried his face deep in her middle, she gripped his hair tightly in her grip. Cam's tongue delved deep alongside a finger he plunged into her tightness. The hum of her short breaths intermingled with the sound of his tongue tasting her wet skin.

His finger hooked inside, sweeping along her g-spot as her hips rose to meet the thrust of his digit. For several long minutes he lapped the wet juices of her body while he edged her close to and eased her back from the precipice of o****m

"Cam," his voice was a hushed plea while she begged for release. His mouth sucked hard on her clit, and she bucked wildly under the onslaught of sensations racking her body. Her hands moved to the sheets as she tore wildly at the fabric in her grip. The guttural sound tore from his throat as he burrowed his tongue deep in one last sweep of her body.

Her breath shallow and sweat beading on her brow he moved his body alongside hers and touched her flushed cheeks with a warm palm. "You are so beautiful Isabella. I could listen to you call my name all day every day."

She met his gaze unwavering, "good thing because I'm hopeful to scream it from the rafters in the coming minutes." She hooked her leg back up over his hip. "I need you inside me."

"I can't wait to be there," he reached into the nightstand and pulled a condom.

"Allow me," she said with a confident smile as she plucked the packet from his fingertips. She tore the packet open and then rolled the condom down his length.

"Isabella," he groaned her name as her fingers danced along his hardness. "Keep it up and this will be short."

"Nothing short about this," she commented dryly, and he chuckled.

She lay on her back and adjusted her hips as he moved to lay over her. As he slowly filled her, her head leaned back into the pillow, tilting, and exposing the expanse of her throat. He immediately closed in on the pulse and sucked deeply.

Slowly and meticulously, he loved her, thrusting in until he filled her completely before withdrawing almost entirely only to repeat the process over again. He laced their fingers together and held her hands to either side of her head, sometimes kissing her neck or her lips and other times, staring into her eyes as he brought her closer to climax before easing her away from it.

"Cam," she moaned in frustration as he steered her away from an o****m as he changed the tempo of his lovemaking. "Please."

"What do you want Isabella?" his voice was hushed as he nibbled along her jaw, his hips rotating provocatively against hers.

"I want to come," she begged, "I want you to come with me." Her hair was damp and matted to her cheeks and her arms were starting to ache from where he held them by her head. "Please." "Mm," he kissed her mouth, "let's give my girl what she wants then."

He held both her hands in one hand as his other hand slipped between them to make slow circular motion against her sensitive nub. He gradually increased his pace of thrusting. "Come for me Isabella," he coaxed heatedly as her body clenched tight around his hardness. "Come on baby."

As her body pulled him tighter into him while she spiraled out of control, Cam allowed his own o****m to take him with her.

He rolled onto his back and released her hands in one movement. "Damn Isabella." He struggled to catch his breath.

"Indeed," she giggled.

He lifted his head and looked at her with a grin, "you felt it all, right?"

She punched his arm. "I can't believe she said what she said."

"I can't wait to meet her in person. She sounds like a firecracker."

The thought of Cam Torres meeting her mother caught her off-guard. She tried to play it lightly, "she'll eat you alive. If you're not you're a praying man, I suggest you start now."

He chuckled as he moved to get out of the bed. "I'm a very charming man. I'm sure she'll love me."

"I bet." She watched as he moved towards the bathroom smiling contentedly. She rolled to her side and noted Casper hadn't even left the pillow he'd claimed. "Voyeur," she whispered at him when he opened an eye to look at her. He sighed as happily as she had, and she chuckled.

She closed her eyes and felt sleep pulling her under. She tried to wait for Cam to come back but exhaustion won out. When next she woke, she was alone in the bed, the sunlight was gleaming through the window and her dog was gone.