Page 15 of The Bodyguard and the Bombshell

“He likes to joke.” She stopped at the door, turning his way. “Everyone’s sarcastic around here.” Her heart fell as she realized he was glancing back at Hunter, a wary look on his face. Had Nate heard her threaten Hunter with Aunt Eve? Probably not the sexiest thing she could have done. “It’s okay if you changed your mind.”

He turned back to her. “I haven’t changed my mind. Not about you, but I’m starting to wonder about the club. I feel like there’s something going on I don’t understand. I don’t like how they’re treating you.”

“They’re joking,” she said quietly. “But if it bothers you, we don’t have to go any further. I will understand, Sir. This night is supposed to be easy. No names if you don’t want them. No expectations. No drama. One night of pleasure. You don’t have to worry about anything except pleasing me, and I’ll do the same for you. But if you’re worried I’ll drag you into some kind of…”

She wasn’t even sure what she would call it, but he stopped her.

“I’m not worried about getting dragged into something. I’m rather worried I won’t be. But you’re right. It’s one night, and I want to spend it with you. I don’t think you understand how much.” He got into her space again, his body brushing hers. “I’m getting in my head, and I’m pretty sure overthinking could fuck me over tonight.”

“Don’t think tonight, Sir. Just feel.” It was what she wanted to do. It was the only thing she wanted to do. Tomorrow she would go into the office and he would be one floor beneath her and so far away it would hurt. She would watch him from the shadows after tonight, so she wanted to make it count.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said, his voice low.

The truth was the words formed a sort of question. They were a warning so she could use one of those safe words if she wanted to. She simply lifted her chin and went on her toes, thanking the universe Kenzie Taggart loved high heels and they wore the same size shoe.

How long had it been since she’d been kissed? Over a year? Her heart rate ticked up as he lowered his head to hers, and then heat sparked through her. He was overwhelming. There was no soft, sweet brushing of lips. He placed his hands on either side of her face and gently held her while he devoured her mouth.

Longing welled inside her, warring with the outrageous sexual desire she felt for this man. Her body felt electric for the first time in…for the first time. She let her hands find his waist, touching the warm skin covering his muscular body. He was so big. It would be easy to drown in him. And she would do it willingly.

When he opened the door, she followed him. It didn’t matter if she was likely making a terrible mistake. She was going to take this time with him, and then she would be done.

* * * *

Nate wasn’t sure what the dungeon monitor had been on about, but the mystery of how all the Doms seemed to treat this particular submissive would have to wait.

He closed the door behind them and watched as she ran a hand over the big bed in the corner of the room. The instinct to simply throw her on it and have her was almost overwhelming.

It felt fucking good to feel anything at all. Like someone had switched him back on the minute she’d walked into the room.

He wasn’t going to question it. If it was a mistake, then he would make it happily and take it to the outer edges of way too far.

He set his kit on the table by the door. The room had a St. Andrew’s Cross and multiple hooks and apparatuses to accommodate bondage and rigging. There was a dresser he was sure was stocked with helpful items should a Dom find himself ill prepared.

Nate was a freaking Boy Scout.

“Where would you like me, Sir?”

Her every word went straight to his cock. It would be so easy to do what she said she wanted—keep this simple. Play and sex and nothing else.

He didn’t want simple. “Tell me one thing about yourself.”

Her eyes widened behind the elaborate mask on her face. “I thought this was a moment out of time.”

She was wary. He could work with that. “Sure. So in this moment out of time, tell me something about yourself.”

She bit her plump bottom lip and looked a wee bit nervous. “What kind of thing about myself? Like where I went to high school or college? What my favorite color is?”

He rather thought she was trying to point out how silly he was being when they were here for play. She would be an unconscionable brat. Perhaps that was what had gone wrong with the Doms here. They couldn’t handle her. She didn’t have to leave her home club. She’d found the right Dom.

It occurred to Nate how oddly he was behaving. He wasn’t this guy. He didn’t walk into a room, point to his chosen woman of the night, and carry her away. He was thoughtful. He planned. He didn’t throw himself into anything.

But this felt right.

She looked gorgeous, like the sweetest, sexiest treat he’d ever been offered. She was petite but had solid curves. “Come here.”

She moved across the room, joining him.

“Turn around and place your hands flat on the bench, arse in the air.”

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