Page 24 of Bossy Bodyguard

If it was possible, her cheeks tinted more and she nodded, turning around and letting go of the blanket. My fist unfurled and lips fell apart. My eyes trailed from her soft golden locks to the barely-there robe that covered her curves. My cock twitched and fuck fuck fuck, this is not the time—

I turned away from her, squeezing my eyes shut and biting my fist. This is terrible. All the blood had run south and it was so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t be twitching in my pants just at the sight of my possible client in her perfectly normal robe. I shouldn’t. I especially shouldn’t reminisce about the night before, when I was on the job her brother hired me for.

But fuck, I was getting hard.

I pressed my teeth harder on my fist and exhaled sharply.

Order me to take a bullet and I could do it, but standing guard when Emma has to shower? Not a chance. I couldn’t do it.

“I’ll wait outside,” I bit out, wincing at myself, because my voice was all rough and deep. I was about to open the door when I felt a pull on my suit.

I stopped.

“P-please don’t leave.”

I stiffened and turned around to see her face. Her fingers were clutching my suit, not pulling on it, just holding it, stopping me from leaving the room. Her face was hidden by her hair, but her voice was trembling. She was afraid of being left alone.

Terrified.

“I… I’ll be quick. I promise,” Emma whispered, and I heard her swallow a lump in her throat. “Please, Mister Cillian.”

My throat went dry. I didn’t mean to… I really didn’t. But I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t stop the urge to protect her. Bury her in my arms and keep her safe. With me. Forever.

I cupped her cheek and looked at her blue doe eyes which were glistening with tears. “I won’t leave you. I’ll stay, Emma.”

Her lush lips parted as she blinked up at me. Fuck. I hadn’t noticed how close we were. How soft her skin felt underneath my calloused hands, how beautiful she looked. She smelt so fucking good and her sweet vanilla scent was everywhere.

“Okay. Thank you, Mister Cillian,” she said, my self-control threatening to break.

“Cillian,” I said, my voice rougher than before. You called me Cillian—no, screamed my name all night. You can call me Cillian on the job. “Call me Cillian.”

She licked her lips, my eyes flickering to them. “Okay, Mi—Cillian.”

I pulled away before I could do something extremely terrible. Like lean down and kiss her. Pin her hands over her head, ravish her pouty lips and feel her curves with my hands and mouth, checking if she was wearing anything underneath the thin robe and then punishing her if she wasn’t.

You’re going too far, Cillian.

I clenched my fists watching her walk into the en-suite washroom, keeping the door ajar. My eyes burned and skin felt hot hearing the whisper of the cloth pooling around her ankles. Her cute pink-colored toes. Then the shower started.

Fuck.

Coming here was a terrible mistake.

What the fuck did I agree to?

Emma

My skin shivered as warm water cascaded over it. I wasn’t trembling just because of the water. The other reason was the burly man waiting for me in the room.

Cillian.

I let out another shuddering sigh and cupped my burning cheeks, remembering how he had touched me, his calloused hand gentle as if he was holding fragile China.

I was still sore from the night before and already my body wanted another round.

“You’re overthinking, Emma,” I said to myself, quickly washing off the body wash. I was glad that he was in the room. Despite his large frame, he made me feel protected. I felt safe in his presence.

And I know he agreed to stay because I was about to burst in tears. Even though I pretended that the thing with my underwear and unknown messages didn’t affect me, I couldn’t stop shaking with fear and uneasiness when I had to shower alone without anyone looking out for me. I was too much of a coward to ask Mrs. Karen and too proud to ask Damon. He’d probably just scoff and roll his eyes at me, tell me that I was wasting his precious time.

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