Page 12 of Bossy Bodyguard

“No.” She hid her face in my chest, her cheeks red. “Don’t tease me or I will ask you to fuck me again.”

My cock stirred.

“I don’t see any problem. Just give me a couple of minutes—”

“Are you kidding me?” Her wide eyes looked at my face and lowered below my hips. “Jesus. I won’t be able to walk for a few days.”

I sat up, my brows furrowing and spread her legs against her protest. “Are you sore? Does it hurt?” I asked, concern lacing my voice. “Do you want me to call a doctor? I think they have a medical team—”

“Cillian.” Her hand wrapped around my arm as she sat up with a little wince, and I wanted to call downstairs and ask someone for a doctor. “I’m okay, I promise. It’s… it’s been a few months, that’s all.”

“Are you sure, Emma?”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she stood up, my eyes dropping to her marvelous breasts. “Take a shower with me.”

Emma turned and walked into the adjacent washroom without an answer. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath after staring at her juicy ass. The room smelled like sex and vanilla. I reached the washroom just when she started the shower. I pushed her against the cold wall, wrapping her legs around my waist as steam covered the both of us.

Just a few hours and I was addicted to her.

Later. I would think about those thoughts later.

I bit back a smirk when she walked out of the shower, her hair damp and body covered in hickies, with a small hiss escaping her lips. She had a small towel that barely covered her, water droplets falling on the floor as she made her way to the dresser.

I picked up the fresh clothes I had ordered from downstairs and kept them on the bed, and took the towel from her, turning her chair around to help her pat her body dry. It was also an excuse to gaze at her.

“You don’t have to. I can dress up on my own.”

I hummed in agreement and picked up the body lotion, her eyes raking over my chest and hips. I had worn my pants when she had walked out of the washroom but I loved how hungry she looked even after all the sex and orgasms.

“But I want to do it,” I said, warming the lotion in my hands before applying it on her arms. I knelt in front of her, her eyes watching my every move as I spent a bit more time than was necessary moisturizing her breasts.

Emma squirmed on the chair, her little sighs going straight to my dick, and I was about to ask her for round four when I noticed the little mark on her hip.

“What’s this?” I asked, tracing it with my finger, her spine straightening and body tensing.

She barely glanced at it. “Must be a bruise from all the sex.”

I kept my hand on her thigh when she tried to stand up, and looked at her. She was avoiding my gaze.

“No. This is not a sex bruise.” It’s something else.

“Y-you must have held me—”

“Emma.” I kept my voice soft and continued when her eyes met mine, “If I held you tight enough to bruise you, there would be four more marks here. What happened?”

Did someone hurt you?

I bit back the urge to demand an answer from her, but I knew she wouldn’t have a mark like that without falling really badly or someone…

Who dared to touch her like that?

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CALL ME

EMMA

I stood up, not meeting his eyes, and looked for anything to cover myself with.

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