Page 54 of Trust My Bodyguard

“Better luck next time, buddy.” Nick pats my back.

I drain my glass and wait for a couple minutes until they are engrossed in the next game. “I’m gonna use the bathroom.”

No one glances my way, all focused on the game.

The loud music follows me as I head upstairs. Good thinking on Nick’s part. No one will hear it when I make Ivy scream. I walk past the bathroom and stop in front of her bedroom door. Sucking in a breath, I grab the door handle.

God help me. If I’ve read this wrong and she’s asleep or doing something else I shouldn’t witness, then I’d never live this down. But I can’t turn back now.

I can keep my fingers crossed and push the door open. “Fuck me.”

“What took you so long?”

She’s stretched out on the bed, bare from head to toe. Her ankles are crossed, hiding her snatch from me but the soft hairs sticking out from her middle mark the spot. My mouth grows dry and my cock hardens as my gaze climbs from her long limbs past her flat belly to her round, ripe breasts. My eyes meet hers and a small smile tilts her lips.

“Are you going to keep standing there? Or will you come over and finish what you started?”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I close the door behind me, shutting out the noise from downstairs.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ivy

The door clicks shut, sealing my fate. My heartbeat stutters and my core pulses as I stare at Brody who just stands there, eating me up with his intense gaze.

I’ve never had an issue with my body image, too focused on using my brain to make my way in the world. But right now, I wonder if he likes what he sees. It took me more tries than I care to count to find thissexyposition. If he thinks it’s stupid, I’ll be mortified till the end of time.

Breathe, Ivy. Don’t look nervous.

For a moment there I thought he wouldn’t show up. Maybe his friends turning up had knocked some sense into him. Maybe he thought I wasn’t worth it.

But he’s here, assessing me with cold, gray eyes. The only hint that he’s affected by the mood I’m trying to project is the monster cock pushing against his trousers.

“Like what you see?” I purr. Or try to. Hell, if he doesn’t move this second, I’m going to lock myself in the bathroom and cry through the night.

“What do you think?” he growls, his hand going to his length.

I gulp, watching his large palm envelope the thick length through the fabric. He gives it a hard tug, his tongue running over his lower lip.

Pressure builds in my lower belly as I watch him stroke himself. I want to touch myself too but I dare not move and break the intensity of this moment.

He draws closer until his knees meet the bed’s borders.

“Open your legs,” he says.

My heart pumps faster. I do as he asks, my right knee coming up.

He groans, quickly unbuckling his trousers and taking out his cock. Precum drools from the tip, running down his fingers.

A gasp leaves me. I want the pressure of his cock between my legs. I start to close them to get some friction.

“No.” He reaches out. “Keep them open. Wider.”

I moan, holding myself open for his viewing pleasure.

“Touch yourself,” he says.

I bring my fingers to my pussy and run them tentatively over my slit. Maybe it’s because I have an audience, but the light touches shoot sparks through me. My hips lift off the bed and my other hand automatically cups my breast.

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