Page 3 of Bossy Bodyguard

My nerves stirred, and I turned to see where he was looking. There were a lot of people in the club. But there was also a staged space where people who had voyeuristic kinks could watch the crowd. I shuddered, hating the feeling of being looked at when I wasn’t aware.

Shaking my head, I brushed it off, knowing someone must have recognized me from the thousands of tabloids with my face plastered all over them since my mother’s death.

“The only eyes I want on me right now are yours,” I whispered, keeping my attention on him, aware of others’ eyes turning towards us. Why wouldn’t they stare? He was so hot, and I was ready to pull my skirt up and sit on him then and there, giving them a worthy show.

“Is that so?” he grumbled, his voice low and rough. I shivered when the tips of his fingers brushed over my inner thigh before they trailed over my waist, his hold firm. Like he meant business. Like I was his for the night.

“Come with me. I’m going to take my time to see what that dirty little mouth does, Doll.”

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SHOW ME

CILLIAN

The girl in the black dress seemed like a nuisance. The kind that gets you in trouble with just one batt of her pretty long lashes or sweet smile full of dirty promises.

I could tell by the relaxed yet confident way she walked with a little sway of her hips which made me and the entire male population in the club clench their fists. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Little vixen.

Her baby blue eyes widened just a fraction when I stood up from the stool, easily towering over her curvy, short frame even when she was donning those sexy pink heels. I could sense the surprise and lust pooling in her panties—if she was wearing any—by the way her breath hitched and the subtle clench of her thighs.

Fuck me. I loved the way she smelled. A sweet, sensual mix of coconut and heady vanilla.

I raised my brow when her eyes peered over my frame for the umpteenth time. For a split second, the urge to just tug down my sleeves and call it a day came bubbling up. The stupid idea of Sean forcing me to go to the new sex club in town would be a failure, and he would set me up on a blind date with one of his paralegals. Again.

I was scary. I knew that. I saw it every day. Full of scars and ugly truths.

But before I could tell Emma to forget about it, she stepped closer, her eyes full of heat. Pink tongue poked out to wet her plump bottom lip as she whispered, her voice breathy, “Show me the way, Cillian.”

I wanted to wrap my hand in her hair and make her say my name again. I controlled my desire and thought about this sinful night and how many chances I’d get to make her moan my name. Scream even. It was a good thing it was a sex club and I had read that my suite had soundproof walls.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, noting the small hue of blush pinking her cheeks, and made our way to the private elevators. I didn’t notice her being uncomfortable, but I could see that she was nervous. Tucking her hair behind her ear, fidgeting with the hem of her dress that was made for her.

“Are you having cold feet, Emma?” I asked, pausing in the hallway with dim lights. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the best time to talk about it, since we could hear the sounds of skin slapping against each other with sounds of pleasure pouring through the open sex rooms on the ground floor.

“I’m…” she paused, peering at me, and said, “I’m excited.”

I stared at her. Her dress and the way she was fidgeting. I tilted my head. “Show me.”

“What?” Her voice was barely audible.

I kept my eyes on her face and repeated, “Show me how excited you are, Doll.”

Her eyes widened, understanding exactly what I meant. She looked around the hallway which had red dim lights and an exotic scent in the air. It was heady.

“Right here?”

“You heard me.”

Emma took a shaky breath, staring at me as I slid my hand into my pocket. Mostly because I didn’t want to push her back on the wall, tug her dress up and find out myself just how ‘excited’ she was.

I waited patiently, keeping my eyes on her when she tugged her dress up a little. Her pupils were dilating and the pulse on her neck was hammering when her other hand followed. I stayed still, holding my breath, when I saw the look of pure lust flashing across her face once her fingers found what she was looking for between her thighs.

She was trying so hard not to let it affect her, trying to play it as if she did it every day, but I knew she didn’t. Something about her seemed honest and innocent. I took a step closer when she tucked her dress back and lifted her hand between us, showing me her fingers.

My eyes finally drifted from her pretty face to her glistening fingers. They were coated in her arousal. Fuck. I was so close I could smell her.

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