Page 29 of The Bodyguard

“Savannah,” Ryder says. “Do you feel safe?”

Does he know?

Is he offering to come over and touch me?

Lord, I’m imagining things.

“Yes,” I reply. “Yes.”

I’m not answering him. I’m lost in this lust of touch and his voice.

“I’ll come back,” he says roughly.

“No...yes,” I reply. God, he can’t come back and see me like this. I’d leap on him.

Shit. I feel my orgasm surfacing, my hips lifting off the bed.

“I have to go.” I moan, tossing the phone as I hang up.

Then I rip my shorts off and tug my vibrator out of my drawer.

Oh, god.

A part of me wishes I’d said yes to him coming back. What would he do if he found me?

Would he find me with my legs spread, pleasuring myself, and then climb between them, lapping at my juices?

I plunge the toy inside me and rub my clit eagerly. Desperately.

Would he pull out his cock and slam into me, telling me he is here to protect and please me?

Oh god. I need to come.

I need him to fuck me.

Hard.

Powerfully.

With a dominance I know he possesses.

“Fuck,” I cry as pleasure explodes inside every cell in my body.

I drop the black toy onto the duvet and pant as I slowly drift off to sleep. Dreaming and fantasizing about my bodyguard.

CHAPTER SEVEN

RYDER

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What the hell was that? I walk into my bathroom and ask the question over and over.

I was not fucking imagining it. There was lust in Savannah's voice.

Not lust. Arousal.

Did she have someone there when I called?

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