Page 62 of Bossy Bodyguard

His hand was large, warm, and I liked the soft callouses on the pads of his fingers. He chuckled, and I peered up at him. “What?”

Cillian was smirking now as he leaned down to boop my nose, “You’re jealous, Doll.”

My cheeks burned, and I cleared my throat and looked away. “I don’t get jealous.” I dragged him to the private room I had booked, thanking the employee for the suits that were hanging on the rack. It had a suede couch, so I sat on it and pointed to the suits. “Go try them on.”

His scowl was back as he went through them. “I don’t even know why we were shopping for my clothes.”

“Even though you look good in black, I want to see you in different colors. You are my bodyguard, after all,” I reminded him, moving my hair behind my shoulders.

He sighed and picked up the beige suit. “Whatever you say, Doll.”

I gave him a winning smile when he went into the changing room in the corner and calmed my pounding heart. Looking down at my hand, I traced a finger over it, still feeling the softness of holding his hand.

He makes me cum a million times a night and nothing. Nada. But he holds my hand and suddenly, I’ve been struck by Cupid.

I’m being so silly.

Leaning back on the couch, I waited for him. And my wait was definitely worth it when he opened the curtain and walked towards me with a frown on his face. The suit was tailormade for him, and the beige color brought out his tattoos, hair and his eyes.

“I don’t like it, it’s too bright,” he grumbled, fixing the cuffs while I gaped at him.

“Shut up. You look handsome as hell.” I stood up and fixed the collar of his shirt and took a step back to admire him. “You’re dripping with rizz, Cillian. So much rizz.” I fanned myself.

“Rizz? What the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s like having a game, you know what I mean?” I tilted my head, but he looked grumpier than ever, which made me smile more. I was smiling so much that my cheeks were hurting.

“You and your Gen Z slang. Just say simple words. It’s not that hard.”

“Okay, Boomer. Sheesh.” I picked the light pink suit and pushed it on his chest, “Now go try this on.”

Cillian glared at me. “I don’t want to play dress up right now.”

“You are,” I said, crossing my arms and for a flicker of moment, his eyes dipped down my neck to the cleavage of my blouse.

“What will I get in return?” he asked, his voice had gone deeper.

Uh-oh. He was using his seducing voice.

“W-what do you want?”

“Your soaked panties for starters,” he said, opening his palm and continued, “Then I want you to spread your legs on the couch, hike your skirt up and touch yourself. If I’m playing dress up with you, then I want to have fun, too.”

I glared at him. “You are unfair.” Still, I hooked my fingers through the lace and let them pool around my sandal heels before picking them up and handing them to him.

Cillian smirked at the wet spot. Leaning closer, he kissed my cheek, “Your fingers better be dripping when I come out.”

“I can’t walk,” I whined, slouching and wanting to sit. We were still in the mall, and I was tired. Not from shopping. Cillian had made me cum in his mouth wearing the light pink suit and then fucked me in the changing room, pinning me in the mirror and making me watch as we both came together.

My legs were still shaking from the morning workout and… the most recent workout.

“You should’ve worn sneakers.” Cillian kept all the shopping bags on the bench and leaned down. He didn’t care there were people around us as he picked up my feet and unbuckled my sandals. He glared at me. “You’ll hurt your ankles wearing this shit. Come on, I’ll get you a pair of running shoes.”

“I don’t want shoes.”

He stood up and shrugged. “And I didn’t want all these suits, shoes and watches. Which you bought for me without my permission.”

Oh, so he was still mad about me paying for his clothes.

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