Page 11 of Finding My Bodyguard

“Dr. London?” It came out as more of a question than a greeting.

“Do you want out?” His thick voice and sexiness greeted me. He wasn’t in his scrubs and white coat anymore. He’d replaced it with a white T-shirt and sweats.

“Out?” I repeated as I stared at him. What did he mean out?

“Out of your arrangement with Kashus Grant. That’s what you’re in, right? An arrangement?” He pushed past me and entered my room, closing the door behind him. His words caught me off guard at first. Then I remembered he’d been at Kashus’s birthday party. He was in his private area, which meant they were acquainted. Kashus had probably told him about us.

“Is he making you get your body done?” His eyes bounced around the room before finding mine. “You here alone?” He rambled another question. My heart beat rapidly as so many thoughts filled my head. I looked toward the door to Rah’s room.

“My security is here… in the next room.” I pointed toward the door. That was stupid. I may have just given him the ammunition he needed to kill me or something. I clenched my phone in my hand, preparing to redial Tessa.

He ordered, “Get all your personal belongings. Leave the phone.”

“I… I… you… um… Dr. London.” I stumbled over my words. I was speechless. His boldness had grabbed a hold of my tongue. I couldn’t form a single coherent thought. I needed to pull it together, but the closer he got to me, the more my executive functioning skills seemed to fail.

“Royale.” He neared me. “My name is Royale. Most people call me Ro.”

I just stared at him. The oxygen fled my brain. I didn’t think I’d ever been this discombobulated in my entire twenty-eight years of life. There were so many questions I should have been asking. I should have called Tessa back or made a run for Rah’s door. This man was crazy, but as I stared at him, I only saw an answer to every question I was just asking Tessa. What if I fled?

“Are you here to discuss my surgery?” I questioned, maybe I was hallucinating. I needed clarity on why he was here.

“Not at all. I’m here to free you.” He closed the space between us.

“Free me? I’m confused, Dr. London. What are you talking about?” He didn’t respond. Instead, I felt his hand brush over my face and pull me in closer. His touch awakened everything in my body. This was crazy, and everything in me told me to push him away, but I couldn’t. The same weird urge seemed to wash over me every time he was in my presence.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Monroe, and after today, you’ll never be in the position where you don’t feel as beautiful as you are. Where you don’t have a say so in your body.” He leaned his head down. His lips were inches away from mine.

“I want to kiss you. Is that cool?” he whispered. I should have said no. I didn’t know this man, but I needed to feel his lips as I melted into his grasp.

“Ye—” My words were cut off by his lips crashing into mine. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. The sensation that shot through me was nothing I’d ever felt. His lips stayed on mine as he backed me into the wall. Everything about this was crazy and dangerous. I was promised to Kashus. I could be killed for allowing another man this close to me to touch me in this manner, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t have control over my own body anymore. Dr. London was in control.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he backed me into the wall. “I’m not here for sex or to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” His hands roamed my body. “But your body is talking to me. Can I answer it?”

The air drained from my lungs, and a muffled yes escaped my lips. Dr. London bent his knees and lifted me into the air. When he positioned my thick thighs around his neck and shoulders, I nearly came on myself. I could feel his breath on my panty-less clit. I didn’t know what this man was doing to me, but I was pleased.

“Can I taste you, Monroe?” His breath tickled my clit, causing me to let out a breathy moan. I loved the way he asked me for my permission. Years of being told what to do and never having a say had me dripping wet at a man who gave me an option.

“Yes!” I moaned as his lips latched onto my flower, sending pleasure shooting through my body. I arched my back against the wall and gripped his head to allow him more access to my center. The way Dr. London was feasting on me should have been a crime. The man had my pussy making macaroni sounds from the flip of his tongue.

“That’s it. Let all those sweet juices go in my mouth.” He coached as I rolled my hips on his shoulders. He gripped my ass, holding me still, and continued to devour me.

“Oh my God! Dr. London!” I muffled my cries in my hands, not wanting to alert Rah. This whole thing could go left in a matter of minutes if Rah was to come in and catch us.

“I’m not your doctor anymore.” His voice was low and demanding, aiding his tongue in sending me over the edge.

“Dr. London!” I threw my head back in pleasure.

“Say it again.” He slid his thick fingers into me. I could feel the exact moment that he hooked my G Spot. My vision blurred, and my mind grew foggy. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember what his name was.

“Fuck!” I moaned.

“Say it again!” He smacked me on my ass and pulled me in closer. I loved the way he handled me. It was just the right amount of roughness mixed with care. I could stay in this moment forever.

“Say that shit! I love it.”

“Dr. London!” I moaned loudly.

“This sweet pussy is perfect. Do you hear me, Monroe? You’re perfect. Say that shit!” He demanded.

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