Page 61 of Bossy Bodyguard

Even saying those words made bile rise in my throat.

“Or I can moan and tell them to choke me harder, daddy,” she batted her lashes at me even though her face was turning red.

I rolled my eyes and let go of her hands and neck. She gasped for breath and touched her collar. “If someone straddles you like this, there’s a way that you can get out. And if you follow my instructions, you can push me off of your tiny body, hurt me and get some time to get away. Got it?”

Emma nodded, her eyes serious. To teach her, I asked her to straddle me and, despite having her on top, I remained in control and slowly got her off me, telling her exactly what I was doing.

After an hour, her eyes were shining brightly as sweat clung to her flushed skin when we repeated the movements again and again until it was drilled into her skull.

“We will keep doing this for a week and then I’ll teach you how to get out of a chokehold, alright?” I panted, wiping sweat from my face with a towel. I had been doing my reps after instructing her to complete her sets of punches and kicks.

She gave me a thumbs up, heaving and sprawled on the floor.

Shaking my head, I offered her a bottle of water. “Drink a bit. We are not done yet.”

“What!” Emma cried out, and I bit my lip.

“I’m kidding, Doll. I just wanted to see your reaction,” I smirked, winking at her. “But you have to wake up early three times a week so we can keep strengthening you until you can pin me down on the floor, okay?”

She gave me a sly look and said, “I can easily pin you down on the floor, Cillian.”

“I’m serious, Emma.”

She grumbled and sat up. “Fine. I’ll follow all your torturous instructions if you fuck me afterwards.”

I stared at her, blond wisps of hair falling out of her braid and replied, “Maybe. If you behave.”

“Knew it.” She stood up without taking the hand that I had offered and gave me a bright smile that made my heart stutter.

God damn it, Cillian. You barely know this girl for a couple of months and already falling for her.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned away. “You can do whatever you want. Let me know if you are going out.”

“Oh, I’m not going out.”

Thank fuck. I could go back to my home and make sure Caleb hadn’t burned it down or worse—Sean hadn’t moved in. I didn’t want to be around a certain minx who makes me feel like a teenager—

“We are going out,” Emma said, and before walking out of the gym, she looked back. “Wear something casual, Cillian. You’re going to receive your reward.”

Fuck me.

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JEALOUS

EMMA

“We want a similar suit in navy, beige, tan and…” I looked at Cillian and back at the employee. “Light pink.”

“Just black. Please,” Cillian rumbled at her, but I shushed him, and ignoring his grumpy scowl, I went to the shoes department.

“I don’t need more clothes, Doll. I have tons of them,” Cillian complained, following me. A few customers were eyeing him, and I saw an old lady tuck a gray lock behind her ear, shamelessly checking him out.

I gaped and held his hand, glaring at her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m holding your hand. So you don’t get lost.”

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