Free Shifters, Inc. The Bear Who Loved Me (A BBW paranormal romance) by Georgette St. Clair Page B

It’s my dream to be able to afford one of her dresses someday, and if someone bumps her off, that’ll never happen. Did that make me sound selfish? I don’t care – I want to own a damn Benedetta if it’s the last thing I do.”
                  Heath reached out and trailed his fingers along her smooth, soft skin and then immediately regretted it as his erection swelled to a point where it was actually painful. “Don’t worry about that,” he gritted out, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. The Beast is watching her. Very closely.”
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                  Benedetta was sprawled on her black silk sheets, wearing a filmy red negligee that looked striking against her pale skin. She wore no panties, and the trimmed and shaved triangle of her pubic hair peeked out from under the hem of the negligee.
                  The Beast, who took his obligation to keep an eye on his client very seriously, lay on the bed next to her. She’d had a message delivered to his room earlier, asking him to stop by, and he’d come in to find her like that – reclining on her bed, gesturing for him to join her.
                  He’d kicked off his shoes and slid into bed next to her.
                  There were at least half a dozen companions in the room, as well as a ship-assigned security guard who was pretending not to watch the writhing pile of limbs on the massive sofa. It was literally impossible to tell where one body ended and the next began, and moans of delight drifted through the air.
                  Apparently Benedetta didn’t care at all that the security guard was there, and didn’t bother to ask why they’d put a security guard in her room.
                  As for Duncan, the only problem with him and security guards was that he’d seduced two of them into his bed, and so the ship had to keep sending in fresh ones.
                  Reshef was still refusing additional security, but since he never had fewer than a dozen of his own body guards in his room, that wasn’t as much of a concern.
    “You are very bad man. You have the air of danger about you, no?” Benedetta crooned, unbuttoning his shirt with swift, sure fingers.
                  He grinned at her, sitting up to strip his shirt off and toss it to the floor. Then he reached down to unbuckle his belt. She was direct, he’d give her that. Well, he wasn’t complaining. It saved time.
    “Very perceptive of you, but don’t worry. I don’t bite – too hard. And I’d never hit a lady – well, not unless she asked me nicely.”
                  Benedetta let out a rumbling purr of delight. “Then I am asking, because I am very naughty woman.”
                  The Beast looked at her – the risqué red negligee, the cheekily trimmed pubic hair peeping out from underneath its hem, and he laughed. “Oh yes,” he growled. “I can see that you’re naughty – very, very naughty indeed. I think it’s time someone taught you a lesson.”
                  Benedetta gave a musical giggle. “Perhaps I have thing or two to teach you also, no?”
                  With a low rumble, the Beast sat up and pulled the lithe Italian woman into his arms so that she sprawled across his lap, her delightfully pert ass in the air. She squealed and thrashed, kicking her feet and wriggling in a way that had his cock leaping to life.
                  He rubbed her buttock roughly, taking a moment to appreciate her from her dark tumble of curls to her slender feet with their red-painted toenails. She was a warm, squirming weight against his crotch. The sighs and moans coming from the tangle of companions who were kissing and sucking and tasting and thrusting on the sofa had tingles of anticipation running up and down his spine.
                  Then he brought his hand down firmly on her rump. She gave a