Page 44 of Bossy Bodyguard

“I’m guffa mmm.” I was trying to say ‘I’m gonna cum’ but it came out muffled, and somehow, Cillian knew that I was close and kept his pace steady.

I eyed his thick tattooed fingers sliding in and out of me, his hand clenching with its hot veins. My eyes rolled back in my head when he started doing the come-hither motion inside my pussy. I clenched his fingers as white fiery lust poured out of me, my moans muffled by his hand. My hips kept bucking as his fingers kept rubbing over my sensitive clit, making me come again in his lap.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he whispered, his lips pressing against my temple. “Keep coming for me. Let it all out, Doll. I got you.”

I opened my eyes, surprised to see that my vision was blurry and that his hands were now caressing my trembling thighs and running over my body.

“You okay, Doll?” he asked, his hands freezing on my body before he turned me around. It was annoying how easily he could lift me up and throw me around. I avoided looking at him when he gently held my chin with his thumb and index finger.

“Do you want to cum again?” he asked, wiping away the streaks of tears from my face and cupping my cheek. “I can make you come again, Doll. Tell me.”

“I…” I paused, frustrated at being so confused about what I was feeling. My fingers tightened on his shirt and, taking a deep breath, I met his eyes and said, “Kiss me, Cillian. Please.”

I closed my eyes when his lips pressed against mine and I was so frustrated yet overwhelmed at the feel of his soft lips moving against mine. This was unlike any kiss I had ever gotten. It was gentle, exploratory, and full of softness that made my heart calm down.

“You were so good, Emma,” he whispered between the kisses, angling his head to deepen it. “Such a good girl for me.”

I moaned, opening my mouth to him. His sigh shouldn’t have felt so good when I feathered my fingers through his hair. Nor his lips, his tongue, his teeth, biting into my lip and pulling me so close that we were pressed against each other.

His heart was beating as fast as mine, and I wanted nothing more than to stay on his lap and stay in his powerful arms.

“Ma’am, we have reached your home.”

Reality came crashing down on me like a bucket of cold water and we quickly pulled away from each other. Panting for breath with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, I realized I could never have Cillian. He was just a bodyguard and his job was to protect me. Nothing else.

“I-I’ll be out in a minute,” I stuttered, replying to the driver and looking out of the window to see the other two cars parked in the manor’s driveway.

Fuck no.

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SMOOTHIE

CILLIAN

My hands tightened on her still trembling body when it froze. I followed her gaze. Two expensive cars parked in the driveway. I knew the lawyers would be here, but that must mean she knew them and didn’t want to meet them judging by her physical reaction.

“Are you okay, Emma?” I asked, turning her face to me, tucking her hair behind her ears. Her cheeks were warm pink and blue eyes gleamed with tears. I didn’t know what I had done to make her cry, but from my experience, I knew it wasn’t a pain-cry, she needed that release. She needed to let it all out.

“I’m fine.” Her voice was clipped when she tried to get up from my lap. But I held onto her.

“You don’t know how to lie, Doll,” I said, rubbing small circles on the exposed skin of her thigh. “Even if you are not fine, I want to know. I won’t prod. Just… let me know.” Because someone died because of me when I didn’t know about their lies.

She nodded, blinking at me. She was definitely surprised by how serious I was.

Lighten up, Cillian. Emma is just your client. Don’t get too attached.

Too fucking late.

“Wear this,” I dangled her little pink underwear in front of her, and she quickly snatched it, getting off of my lap and glaring at me. Her cheeks were blooming red. “Wow, not even a thank you. I know your pussy has been bare for me for the entire day, so the least you could do is thank me.”

She didn’t meet my eyes when I watched her shamelessly as she shimmied up the tiny piece of clothing underneath her skirt, flaunting her pretty thighs and ass to me.

Fuck me, I was still hard as a rock.

“Suck my tits, Cillian,” she said, flicking her hair behind her shoulder and dabbed some powder on her face.

I smirked, flicking her nose. “I plan to, Doll.”

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