Page 2 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

Angel? My heart took off racing, and that wasn’t helping matters at all.

God, not only was this man hot as hell, but he smelled good, too. No fancy cologne. Just a hint of sweat and musk, delicious. The sheet slid away, and I looked down, catching a glimpse of the curve of his taut ass cheek. Lord have mercy, he was finer than I’d imagined. And I had a damn good imagination.

Stop it, Payton. Now’s not the time to think with your dick. Ask him about the ring.

“Lennie, wake up!” I pushed at him, and he finally, reluctantly, let go of me.

When his baby blues opened, shock and something headier flashed between us. An intense heat that had me swallowing hard. Either that or it was the effects of my hangover…

I held my hand up.

“What happened last night?” I asked as I pointed to the ring. “What isthis?”

“Uh, I don’t…I don’t know?” Lennie shook his head and then slowly sat up.

The sheet bunched around his hips, revealing a furry chest and a set of washboard abs that deserved ALL the attention. Despite my raging headache, my morning wood was now in full effect. Oh God.

“How did you end up here? What the hell is going on?” I asked again.

Lennie didn’t reply, but slowly lifted his left hand. There was a thick platinum band on his fourth finger.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, his face turning red. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did you and me, did we?—”

The phone rang again. Not mine.

“Shit, that could be work,” he whispered and turned over, reaching for the nightstand.

He tapped on his phone but didn’t take the call. More tapping, typing. When he stood up, the sheet fell away, and I bit back a dirty groan. His round ass was right there in front of me, so tempting, so biteable.

“Payton, what did you do?” He grumbled.

“Me?” I yanked on the top sheet, wrapped it around my hips, and slid off the bed. “What didyoudo?”

Lennie turned around to face me, all six-foot-three of him, and the full frontal was as delectable as the back view.

“Have mercy,” I whispered as I stared at his long cock, half hard.

His raspy ‘Jesus’ had me looking up at his face. Cheeks flushed, Lennie reached for a pillow and placed it in front of his hips. I stifled a laugh at the picture he made. Still adorably shy for a man who worked with rockstars.

“Seriously, Payton?” His tone was gruff, but I didn’t miss the way his eyes gave me a long once-over.

I was slender and pale compared to him, but I was pretty damn fine, if I do say so myself. And the way he was looking at me, I was tempted to say fuck it, and throw the sheet away. But, for once, I reined in my naughty impulse.

Then he held his phone up in front of my face. A welcome distraction.

“Apparently, we got married at the Chapel of Everlasting Love last night.”

“What?!”

He sighed. “Then, you got a hold of my phone and texted everyone I know. My family, colleagues, friends. And you posted pictures of our wedding on all your socials.”

“No. No, that can’t be true,” I whispered as he passed me his phone. “I don’t remember doing any of that.”

But there we were, in full color. Me and Lennie kissing, standing at a makeshift altar with gold streamers, our arms wrapped around each other. Shit, we looked hot together. I was several inches shorter, and blond to his dark.

I wondered if he was a good kisser. Judging by the way I was about to climb his body in that photo, I’d say yes.

I read the text message that accompanied the photo. The message was sent toMom.Holy shit, I’d texted Lennie’s mom!

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