Page 26 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

When I stepped into the kitchen, it was dark, save for the faint moonlight that filtered in from the windows. I reached for the light switch, when suddenly, I heard a door slam.

“Ahhh!” I yelled out loud, certain that I’d be confronting a burglar.

Until I realized it was Lennie. Standing in front of the fridge, in nothing but tight briefs, with a carton of juice in his hand. I stood on shaky legs, holding my hand to my chest, my heart pounding louder than a marching band during homecoming week. I was never getting to sleep after this.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“It’s my house! And I was thirsty.” He held up the container. “What are you doing here?”

“I need chocolate, or ice cream. I can’t sleep.”

Lennie padded over to the stove and reached for the light above it. A soft glow lit up the kitchen.

But when Lennie turned around, he dropped the carton on the floor.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, moving closer.

“Yes! Good. Fine. Great,” he muttered.

He crouched down to pick up the carton, his taut thigh muscles flexing. Jesus. I was pretty sure I was drooling at this point, and it had nothing to do with salivating over the potential of ice cream.

When I finally made eye contact, Lennie was staring at me like he’d never seen me before.

“Are you okay, Len?”

“Yup. Great. Sure. So good,” he replied and quickly moved to stand behind the island. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? What does that mean?”

“Uh. Nothing’s wrong. That’s what I meant to say,” he paused. “Um, I think there’s ice cream. In the freezer. If you want it. Chocolate. Chocolate ice cream. In the freezer.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Bumbling Lennie was back. But no matter what he said, or how he said it, this man always had my full attention. So much so that my cock was already half hard.

Needing a distraction for my dick—and to feed my oral fixation—I wandered over to the fridge and bent down to open the freezer drawer.

“Fuck me,” Lennie blurted out.

Then I remembered I hadn’t worn anything under my lace pjs. Oops. My cock was now hard as hell. Forget ice cream. I was still craving a sweet treat, but he was standing right behind me.

I stood up, turned around, and leaned back against the fridge. Unlike Len, I was not shy about what I wanted. And he was it. We’d already broken all the rules by getting married, we might as well go for broke.

“You like what I’m wearing?” I asked.

Lennie swallowed hard and nodded, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. “It’s very, um, sheer.”

“I love wearing lace. And silk. Anything soft. It makes me feel sexy and beautiful.”

“No argument here.”

I sauntered over to him and grabbed the carton that he’d nearly crushed in his grip, placing it on the counter.

“What about ice cream?” He whispered.

“I’ve changed my mind. I want something more…decadent.”

I boldly ran my hands up his strong, hairy forearms. Touching him was electric, and I didn’t want to stop.

“Payton,” he groaned, and the sound had goosebumps littering my skin.

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