Page 81 of Bossy Bodyguard

“You’re unbelievable,” she muttered underneath her breath before turning around and letting me unzip her.

“I’ve seen every naked inch of you, Doll. You don’t have to get shy around me,” I whispered, kissing her neck when the dress pooled around her heels. I groaned at the sight of her bare tits when she sat down on the plush chair, her face red. She was wearing nothing but a tiny lace thong.

“Stop staring,” she grumbled, trying to hide her face with her long hair.

“I wish I could keep you naked all the time,” I confessed before picking up the dress and sitting across from her. It was a tad bit difficult to sew when I had a raging boner pressing against my pants with the marvelous view of Emma and her heavy breasts.

But I sewed back the torn side of the dress and helped her back in it. “Good?” I asked, making sure nothing was digging into her skin and making her uncomfortable.

She smiled at me, and tipping on her toes, and pressing her lips on my cheek. “Thank you! I didn’t know you could sew.”

“Why not? Don’t you know how well I am with my hands?” I teased, wrapping my arm around her waist as we walked out of the restaurant into the chilly night.

“I think I forgot. I need a demonstration, Cillian,” she whispered, pressing closer to me when the valet brought my car.

I had never driven so fast in my life. We had decided to spend the night at my house since it was a weekend and Caleb would be busy partying. We got little privacy besides her room or my guest room at her manor, so we would spend days at my house when it was empty.

“I thought we were going slow tonight?” she asked, her voice sultry when I pinned her on the door, my mouth on her neck.

“No, I want my cock inside you right now, Doll,” I whispered, pulling away to remove my suit.

Emma gasped when I picked her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. I was planning to take her to the bedroom, but I couldn’t climb the stairs when she was grinding on my hardening length and making such lewd noises.

I placed her on the kitchen island, swallowing her moans and sighs, kissing her. Her hands fumbled, unbuttoning my shirt and hastily removing the belt and palming me from my boxers. I humped into her hand, groaning her name and turning her around.

“I’m going to fill you up and cum inside you, Doll,” I growled, yanking her hair and flipping her dress over her ass to spank it. I watched it jiggle and pressed her down on the cold marble, stroking myself and lining against her soaking entrance. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl, hm?”

“Y-yes,” she gasped, pushing her hips back. “Fuck me, Cillian.”

Before I could thrust inside her wet heat, I heard footsteps padding downstairs.

“Oh my fucking god,” I heard a small gasp and looked over my shoulder to find Caleb looking at us with wide eyes, his mouth agape.

Oh well.

49

I SLEPT WITH YOUR DAD

EMMA

I shrieked in surprised and quickly covered myself, straightening my dress and hiding behind Cillian when he buttoned his shirt, his face emotionless.

“Caleb,” he started.

My heart hammered in my ribs when Caleb kept staring at us both. The last time I talked to him, he was sorry that my hand got hurt while fighting the stalker. We didn’t even bump into each other at school very often, and if we did, we acknowledged each other before moving on. But now… he had seen me bent over his kitchen island with his dad behind me.

“No… I—Do we have bleach?” he asked Cillian, making me frown. “I need to bleach my eyes after what I just saw—Emma, really?”

“Calm down, Caleb,” Cillian said, and I really admired how he could remain stoic even in this situation.

“I just saw you… my ex—What the fuck?” he said to himself, running a hand through his hair and pacing around the living room.

Yep, he was losing it.

“Caleb, we are in a relationship,” I blurted, holding Cillian’s hand and squeezing it.

He stopped, looked at us, our entwined hands, and laughed. “That’s hilarious.”

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