Page 8 of Her Bossy Bodyguards

“Stop,” Natalie instructed.

And the frat boy casually shook his head. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I do.” Natalie tried to move his hand away from her thighs, but it seemed like his palms weren’t going anywhere. “I don’t want you touching me like that, Jason.”

“Yeah, right.” Jason scoffed. “You expect me to believe that you don’t want me to fuck you right now? Why the hell else would you wear that slutty little outfit if you didn’t want me to finally fuck you?”

“Finally?” Natalie shot back. “What? Did you think I was saving myself for you or something?”

“Who the fuck else are you saving yourself for?” He let out a twisted laugh. “Are you really that bad of a lay that you still have to pretend like you’re a virgin every time?”

He took another step closer to her, his hand still trailing up her thighs. “I wouldn’t even make you do anything, baby. All you’d have to do is lie down and take it. I promise, you’re going to love every inch of my cock—”

“Step the fuck away from her,” I interrupted their conversation, no longer able to hold myself back. I knew that I was going against Kingston’s rules, interfering in something that had nothing to do with Natalie’s safety in regards to her father being extorted, but there was no way that I was going to let some asshole make a move on her like this, either.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jason turned toward me with a smirk. “Holy shit, Nat. Is this your new boyfriend?”

Jason’s smirk grew even wider as he went on. “You’ve been inside of her, right? Is she tight? Or is she lying about the wholevirginthing? I feel like she’s taken so many cocks by now that it’s like trying to fuck a patch of wet air—”

My fist had connected with Jason’s jaw before I’d even realized it. Natalie seemed to recoil in horror as she jumped down from the kitchen counter, her attention going toward Jason’s now unconscious frame.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Natalie whined. “Zeke, you didn’t kill him, did you? Please, tell me he’s not dead.”

“He’s not dead,” I replied with a shrug. “He’s just…sleeping.”

“Zeke—”

“I didn’t like the way he was talking to you,” I explained.

She shot me an annoyed look. “So what? I’m a big girl. I can handle myself. Do you know how many asshole jocks I’ve had to handle just this year alone?”

“Why are you at this party anyway, Natalie?” I asked, my voice low. “You haven’t gone out once since we’ve been monitoring you this week, and now out of nowhere, you’re partying at this wannabe Playboy Mansion?”

“Duh. I’m in college.” Natalie chuckled. “I like to party. I like hanging out with my friends. It’s the best way to blow off some steam.”

“And is that why you’re dressed like that, too? Because you like to blow off steam?”

“You don’t like the way I’m dressed?” There was a strange cadence to Natalie’s question, her voice laced with liquor and almost singsong. “Because I only dressed like this for you.”

“For me?”

“I like the way you look at me,” she murmured. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just imagining things. Maybe I’m just a stupid little girl with a stupid little crush.”

She looked up at me and continued, “You know, if you don’t like these clothes, you could always take them off me. Maybe you’ll like them better on the floor.”

“Natalie, I can’t.”

“You can’t? Or you don’t want to?”

“You’re drunk, Natalie.” I sighed and gently reached for her wrist. “Come on. Let’s get you back home before you get yourself into some real trouble.”

“Not until you answer the question.” She twisted her wrist out of my grip. “You can’t take my clothes off, Zeke? Or you don’t want to?”

“Of course I want to,” I admitted. “Natalie Hanson, you have no idea all the things I want to do to you, but I can’t, alright? We can’t get involved with each other. It’d only complicate the mission. I need to focus on keeping you safe.”

“We can both be safe,” she suggested. “We can use protection.”

“Natalie! Fuck!” I was frustrated with her in the moment as I reached for her waist and easily slung her over my shoulder. I started to head for the closest exit, trying my best not to think about Natalie’s invitation to take off her clothes.

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