Page 38 of Bossy Bodyguard

My mouth parted and a different type of warm feeling burst through me when his eyes flickered to my parted lips. “I can help you not think for a while. What do you say?”

“W-what?”

“I’m asking you if I can fuck your pussy with my mouth, Doll.”

“What will you have me do in return?”

He chuckled and oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I was in ruin because there was no coming back after hearing Cillian fucking Chang chuckle like that. I wanted to capture that sound and drown in it.

“I’m not asking you to get my dick wet, Doll. I’m asking you as your… concerned bodyguard. To help you not think.”

“Oral sex to help me not think?” I pursed my lips and nodded. “Right.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, a sparkle in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.

“Are you playing with me right now?”

“If I was playing with you, you’d know.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

His eyes were challenging and there was one thing that a Moore never backed out of. A challenge.

I kept my eyes on him and tugged off the blanket. “Fine, Cillian.” I spread my legs, his eyes still on my face. “I dare you to stop making me think, with your mouth.”

His gaze lowered, slowly raking over my bobbing throat to my heaving chest. I didn’t know why, but I was nervous. I wanted to know if he enjoyed seeing my body or found it not attractive enough. I had stomach rolls and stretch marks, but I had learned to embrace them after years of bullying from my mom. But somehow, Cillian liking my body or not made me nervous… which was pretty stupid.

Tension thickened in the room. I felt my heartbeat increasing when his gaze stopped short between my legs, pinning on my panties. I ignored the sudden urge to close my legs and shy away from his intense look. My hands scrunched the sheets, waiting in anticipation… what would he do? Will he spread my legs and eat me out like that night? Will he? I hope he does.

I took a sharp breath when he leaned closer, ignoring how he was so close to my burning sex. His face neared me, my lips parting. I was too nervous to keep my eyes open and closed them.

“Sweet little Doll,” he whispered, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear and making me shiver. “You really think I take dares from others, hm?”

Confused and shocked, I opened my eyes, staring at him. “W-what?”

Cillian smiled, his finger trailing over the curve of my cheek. My skin burned where he touched me, and I wished he would touch me more.

He pulled back and said, “You’ll be late. Go take a shower.”

Huh?

I blinked at him. “What do you mean?”

“Go take a shower,” he said slowly, as if he was talking to a kid. “Wear your uniform. Eat your breakfast. You’ll be late.”

I gaped at him when he stood up from the bed, walking towards the door, leaving me wet and needy. “Are you fucking serious?” I asked, glaring at him. “You suggested oral sex and now—”

He turned back and gave me a look that made me stop myself. “Go take a shower. Now.”

I flipped him a bird when he left the room, grumbling curses underneath my breath. Stupid! I just had to be desperate enough to ask him to eat me out. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Cillian

I hated being a bodyguard more than anything at that moment.

I should be in the bed with Emma’s legs over my shoulder and my tongue mapping out the feel of her sweet pussy. But…

“Make it higher,” I said, eyeing the employee at one of Elena’s firms who had arrived to install surveillance cameras. “I need to capture the entire backyard from there.”

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