Page 8 of Sexy Bodyguard

“Fuck, your pussy was made for me. Where have you been?” I ask her between panting breaths.

She kisses me gently as I deliver my spend. “Belize.”

That draws soft laughter out of both of us, and I pull out of her, careful not to smear my seed on either of our clothes. Thankfully, I have an executive bathroom suite where we clean up.

With our clothes back on and my office somewhat put back together, the scent of our sex lingers in the air, which brings a smile to my face. I spare a glance at Lana as she smoothes her skirt down and sits in the chair.

I sit behind my desk and adjust my tie.

Lana smirks. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, how long does it take for you to vet someone for the position you have in mind for me?”

I’m ready to position her over the edge of this desk, rub the curves of that firm ass, and slide my cock back inside of her. Yet, I know that’s not what she’s talking about. I appreciate her professionalism.

“I’ll have HR fingerprint you and honor everything we’ve discussed about this role. Whatever you need will be granted so long as you pass your background check. I should have all the information I need by tonight to make a permanent decision.”

The sound of my phone ringing breaks my train of thought, and a call and email come through at the same time. Scoffing at the name and number, I send Carl to voicemail, opting to read his email instead.

“Great, the security footage is here,” I tell her, pulling it up on my computer. “Come take a look. Maybe your expert eye can tell me anything I’m not seeing.”

Lana walks around and leans over my shoulder as I play the video. She’s close enough for me to breathe in the soft notes of vanilla and lilacs wafting off her hair. The ponytail is gone, and her black strands cascade over her shoulder. I want to wrap my hand in it, pull it back, and shove every inch of myself into her mouth again.

Deep breaths help me focus on the task in front of us.

Lana scrutinizes the video, opening her mouth to speak but closing it, letting out soft grunts of frustration instead. I move to the side and put her hand over the square mouse pad to let her navigate the video.

“This spans the entire week?” She sounds surprised.

“Yeah. Carl is efficient most of the time when I tell him to do something.”

“What’s the deal with you two?” She glances at me for a moment, studying my face as if our history’s playing on my forehead.

“When I first registered Jeremy for school, I showed up to a parent meeting. Carl treated me like I was some benefactor there for a viral moment. When I shrugged that off and asked about the programs in the school, he brushed me off and promised to send me literature.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

I nod. “It doesn't, except the literature he sent were donation packages for big-dollar donors to the school. I could have a hall built and named after me with a large enough donation that would secure my son’s spot once the school year began. He even joked that a guy like me could pay someone on his staff to pay attention for me. I lost my temper that anyone would reduce what I feel for my son to the money I make for a living.”

“Yikes. Nothing like academic extortion.” She shakes her head. “Did you lose your temper with him physically?”

“Yeah, but luckily for Carl, my fist went through his wall and not his face.”

“Lucky for him indeed, but look at this.” Lana points to the monitor, showing a woman walking by the security guard at the front desk. “That’s her. That’s the woman I saw. That security guard is shitty at his job. I think the entire security staff should be questioned. Why do they just let anyone come and go?”

“Because the more money you have, the more freedom they give you. The parents and guardians complain about annoying security protocols, like showing their ID. The staff should know everyone coming in and out of the building since there’s only two hundred students at the school.”

“Money only goes so far.” She sighs. “Can you get Mr. Drummond to send you that woman’s employee records? And how’s your security at home?”

“It might be better if you see it for yourself.”

“Is there somewhere Jeremy can stay for tonight at least? With one thwarted attempt, they might try again. I want to be sure your car isn’t being tracked and that they’re not hacking into your system at home.”

“I’ll have my mother come get him.” Curiosity pricks at me. “What would you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you were Jeremy’s bodyguard and this morning happened. You stopped the kidnap attempt and are now reviewing the footage. What would be your next move if you already had the job?”

“If I’m being honest, Aiden, the way I felt about my last client ... The way Jeremy clung to my arm after I saved him, I’d probably have my team find these people and then handle them myself. No police. No bodies.” She sucks her bottom lip, her gaze narrowing. “I’m not just strong, Aiden. I’m lethal.”

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