Page 27 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

Fuck me.

I can feel my core tighten just thinking about it. Thinking about how good it felt to have him pressing up against me, all of his weight resting right where I need it...

My hand slides down my stomach as I lean against the shower wall, thinking about how much I want him. I'm so wet already...

The image of Leo's wet body nearly touching mine, his face mere heartbeats away from me, fills my mind's eye and I moan, sliding a finger between my folds. Why did he have to look at me like that? And his voice, ugh, his voice.

I let out a low groan of frustration, the water cascading over my body doing little to quell the desires raging within me. My mind spins with the memory of Caleb's touch, his commanding presence that made my knees weak. The thought of his hands gripping my hips, his body pressed against mine, sends a shiver down my spine.

As my fingers trail lower, my thoughts drift to Leo, whose wet body had ignited a fire within me that burned hotter than ever. His intense gaze and seductive voice had ensnared me in a web of forbidden desires. I press my fingers against my slick heat, imagining Leo's lips against mine, his hands exploring every inch of my trembling body.

Lost in the haze of lust and need, I work myself into a frenzy, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as pleasure ripples through me. The sound of water mixing with my moans fills the steam-filled bathroom, drowning out any trace of reason or guilt.

And then I see Jackson. Tall, charismatic, flirtatious. The way he looked at me in the car, the heat radiating from his hand as it hovered over my scar. How he called me both intelligent and sexy in the elevator, leaning closer as if he was getting ready to do something we both wanted him to do. I can still hear the deep timbre of his voice, reverberating in my mind like a sinful melody. Each word he spoke seems to dance across my skin, igniting a fire within me that I can't extinguish.

The addictive sensation floods my body and I moan loudly as the release finally comes.

"Fuck!" I cry out breathlessly. "Oh, fuck. I've... I've lost my mind..."

But hell if it doesn't feel good.

Washing up, I dress and make my way to the kitchen, still in disbelief. I can't be attracted to all three of my wards. I can't--no, I won't. It's not right. I'm here to protect them, not sexualize them. Hell, I'm no better than my previous wards who objectified me.

My mind races as I prepare breakfast, the sizzling sound of bacon filling the air. I try to distract myself with the mundane tasks at hand, but even the rich, intoxicating scent can't mask the truth that lingers within me. The truth that sends tremors down my spine.

The fragrant aroma of coffee fills the kitchen, its bitter warmth a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling within me. I pour myself a cup, feeling the heat seep into my fingertips as I clutch the mug. As I take a sip, the bitter taste of reality washes over me. How did I let it come to this? How did I allow myself to be consumed by desires that threaten to shatter the delicate equilibrium of my professional life?

Each sip fuels my determination to regain control, to bury these illicit longings and focus solely on my duty as a bodyguard. But it's easier said than done when every sip only serves to remind me of their touch, their presence.

Caleb, Leo, Jackson. Three men who have unwittingly unlocked Pandora's box within me. Now I'm left to worry that it'll never close, and that I won't be strong enough to contain it.

And if I'm not, how could any of them be?

As I sip my coffee, memories flood back with each swallow. The way Caleb's muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he sparred with his opponent, his eyes locked on mine in a silent challenge. The way Leo's wet hair clung to his forehead as he emerged from the pool, droplets cascading down his broad shoulders. How Jackson's playful gaze darkened at the sight of-

"Good morning."

The sudden voice and unannounced presence of another person sharing the very space I'm using to drool over my horny, uncontrollable thoughts causes me to jump ten feet in the air and spin around in surprise.

"J-J- Mr. Harris!" I quickly correct myself.

Jackson stands in the doorway, a light smirk tugging at his lips as he shows clear amusement at my reaction. "You know, Charlie, I would've thought it impossible to sneak up on someone like you."

I clear my throat, backing away as he reaches for the coffee pot. "It usually is, sir."

He hums, pouring cream and sugar into his mug. "Lost in thought?" I nod absently. "Anything to share?"

My face flushes. "No, sir."

Jackson observes me for a moment. "Hm. Shame."

Yeah. Shame. That's exactly what I'm feeling.

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JACKSON

"Now, that's something I can get used to," I murmur appreciatively.

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