Page 26 of Big Bodyguard
She giggles, and the room feels warm, alive. That’s what I love about this, about capturing people, moments, life. It’s the exact opposite of the caged existence I used to live.
As she gathers her things, I walk her to the door, my little chalkboard sign swinging in the breeze outside.Charlotte Steele Photography.Every time I see those words, my chest swells. My name. My freedom. My dream.
“Thank you again,” she says with a smile before leaving.
“Anytime.”
I lock up behind her, humming softly to myself as I glance at the clock. Early evening. I decided to close the shop early just this once. Because tonight, I’ve got plans. Big ones.
I’ve been buzzing with excitement all day, barely able to keep it in. Jack doesn’t even know yet. My husband. My bodyguard. My Daddy.
Grinning to myself, I sling my camera bag over my shoulder and head out back, sliding into my car, the sleek black Jeep parked in the driveway.
After the active threat against me was contained, about a year into our relationship, I didn’t need Jack as a full-time bodyguard anymore—though he’ll always be my protector. To give me a taste of my newfound freedom, Jack surprised me with the car on our one-year anniversary, bow on the hood and everything. “Only the best for my girl,” he’d said with that smug grin.
I run a hand over the steering wheel like it’s a pet before I start the drive home. I’m practically vibrating with anticipation. He’s not supposed to be back until midnight, off on some mission my father insisted only Jack could handle. I’ve been planning to get the place ready—candles, wine, the whole nine yards—before springing the surprise on him.
But when I walk into our bedroom, that plan flies out the window.
Because he’s already there. Leaning against the dresser, shirt stretched over that broad chest, sleeves rolled up, a wicked grin cutting across his face.
I freeze, my purse slipping off my shoulder. “Jack?”
His grin widens. “Surprised, princess?”
A scream bursts out of me, pure joy. “Daddy!”
I launch myself at him, and he catches me easily, strong arms locking around me as if I weigh nothing. He spins me once, my laugh muffled against his neck before his mouth crashes down on mine.
The kiss is fierce, claiming, like he’s been starving for me. His tongue sweeps in, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling me tighter against him. My legs lock around his waist, and he groans low in his chest.
“Thought you weren’t back till midnight,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips.
“Wrapped it up early,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip. “Couldn’t stay away from my girl another second.”
“Good,” I breathe, cupping his face, my smile trembling with everything I want to tell him. “Because I have news.”
His blue eyes flash with curiosity, but before I can say another word, he pins me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine again.
“Later,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice dark and hungry. “First, Daddy’s going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”
And then his mouth is on mine before I can blink, all heat and hunger, his kiss stealing the air from my lungs. I moan, clutching his shoulders as he pushes me back toward the bed. His hands are everywhere, rough palms skating up my thighs, gripping my ass possessively.
He breaks the kiss, his voice a growl against my lips. “Two days without you felt like two damn years, princess.”
I arch into him, desperate. “Then don’t leave me again.”
He smirks, one hand coming up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my lower lip until I’m trembling. “Open up for Daddy.”
I obey, lips parting, and he slides two thick fingers into my mouth. The taste of him floods my senses, and my thighs squeeze together as I suck obediently, my tongue swirling around his fingers. His blue eyes darken, fixed on me like I’m his personal sin.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Such a good girl. Suck Daddy’s fingers while I make you drip.”
He slips his other hand between my thighs, shoving my panties aside. When his fingers find my clit, I choke on a moan, still sucking him while his rough touch circles me, teasing, tormenting.
“You’re soaked already,” he mutters, voice full of smug satisfaction. “Two days and you’re this desperate? You really can’t live without Daddy, can you?”
I whimper around his fingers, shaking my head because the words won’t come. He pulls them from my mouth, dragging my spit-slicked lip down with his thumb before growling, “Say it.”
