Page 67 of The Bodyguard Proposal

We don’t have a lot of height difference, but Komal is lean while I am broad. If I wanted to, I could cover her entirely up.

And…

I’m fucked. This is one of my many fantasies.Going behind her and covering her, and so, when all she can feel and smell and think about is me, I pull her underwear to the side and push myself inside. Whichever way she permits. I’ve thought about every variation. Whichever she allows, it’s my cock strokingthose parts of her. I’m the only one servicing her, fucking her, making her beg.

My teeth grind. With concentrated effort, I box my thoughts into shape. Failure is not an option.

“Is this okay?” I ask, keeping my tone flat.

“Almost perfect.”

Komal pulls on my arms until one goes around the front of her shoulders and the other wraps around her stomach.

“Press tight,” she orders.

There is no denying her. That’s becoming a real problem. Can she tell? I’ve got a tormented cock jutting against the confines of my pants. If only I had thought to grab a pillow off the floor. Maybe I still can, but I’m also gripping Komal in a way that makes her hum this happy sound. Can’t stop that either. Like I said, no denying her. I can’t. I’m so gone.

“Tell me, Ms. Chahal. Is this what you need?”

Sure, I’ll help, but the lower half of me will not move. No way I’m grinding my hips against her body.This is a high-stakes op. Objectivity is imperative.

“Your chest is shaking.”

Because you are killing me.

“It’s fine,” I spit out.

Her nails score my hand, the one cupping her stomach. “I’m being selfish. Forcing you to hold me. The fact I can’t sleep is my problem, not yours.”

I want to be inside you so badly, I can’t think straight.“It's fine. I want you to sleep.”

As she stretches her legs, the hem of her shirt lifts. The side of my finger brushes soft skin. A guttural noise tries to escape. Maybe it ekes through for Komal gasps.

“Mr. Li. My nausea is under control—but now I’m thinking. Thoughts friends shouldn’t have, but then—what happened between us tonight wasn’tfriendlymaterial?—”

“Don’t bring that up right now.”

“Don’t use your bossy voice on me,” she snaps right back.

“I’m switching topics. Tell me what you shared with your friend, the bedpost.”

Her shoulder jerks back against me. “Haha.”

If I could, I’d capture her sarcasm with my mouth. Or my cock.

“I was telling the bedpost how adoption is the biggest secret of my life, and it can’t ever get out.”

I want to put my forehead against the back of her head. It's not that obvious, so I do. Slightly. “The bedpost will never betray you like that.”

“I know, which is weirdly why I’m not stressed about it.”

“The bedpost…” I sigh. “Me. I’m here. If you want to talk more about the adoption, I'm here.”

“I think… I’ve done a lot of talking for one night,” she says.

“Sleep then.”

“Hopefully, the sound of your voice will put me to sleep.”

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