Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 1 – Chapter 2

The girl in the black dress seemed like a nuisance. The kind that gets you in trouble with just one batt of her pretty long lashes or sweet smile full of dirty promises.

I could tell by the relaxed yet confident way she walked with a little sway of her hips which made me and the entire male population in the club clench their fists. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Little vixen.

Her baby blue eyes widened just a fraction when I stood up from the stool, easily towering over her curvy, short frame even when she was donning those sexy pink heels. I could sense the surprise and lust pooling in her panties—if she was wearing any—by the way her breath hitched and the subtle clench of her thighs.

Fuck me. I loved the way she smelled. A sweet, sensual mix of coconut and heady vanilla.

I raised my brow when her eyes peered over my frame for the umpteenth time. For a split second, the urge to just tug down my sleeves and call it a day came bubbling up. The stupid idea of Sean forcing me to go to the new sex club in town would be a failure, and he would set me up on a blind date with one of his paralegals. Again.

I was scary. I knew that. I saw it every day. Full of scars and ugly truths.

But before I could tell Emma to forget about it, she stepped closer, her eyes full of heat. Pink tongue poked out to wet her plump bottom lip as she whispered, her voice breathy, “Show me the way, Cillian.”

I wanted to wrap my hand in her hair and make her say my name again. I controlled my desire and thought about this sinful night and how many chances I’d get to make her moan my name. Scream even. It was a good thing it was a sex club and I had read that my suite had soundproof walls.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, noting the small hue of blush pinking her cheeks, and made our way to the private elevators. I didn’t notice her being uncomfortable, but I could see that she was nervous. Tucking her hair behind her ear, fidgeting with the hem of her dress that was made for her.

“Are you having cold feet, Emma?” I asked, pausing in the hallway with dim lights. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the best time to talk about it, since we could hear the sounds of skin slapping against each other with sounds of pleasure pouring through the open sex rooms on the ground floor.

“I’m…” she paused, peering at me, and said, “I’m excited.”

I stared at her. Her dress and the way she was fidgeting. I tilted my head. “Show me.”

“What?” Her voice was barely audible.

I kept my eyes on her face and repeated, “Show me how excited you are, Doll.”

Her eyes widened, understanding exactly what I meant. She looked around the hallway which had red dim lights and an exotic scent in the air. It was heady.

“Right here?”

“You heard me.”

Emma took a shaky breath, staring at me as I slid my hand into my pocket. Mostly because I didn’t want to push her back on the wall, tug her dress up and replace out myself just how ‘excited’ she was.

I waited patiently, keeping my eyes on her when she tugged her dress up a little. Her pupils were dilating and the pulse on her neck was hammering when her other hand followed. I stayed still, holding my breath, when I saw the look of pure lust flashing across her face once her fingers found what she was looking for between her thighs.

She was trying so hard not to let it affect her, trying to play it as if she did it every day, but I knew she didn’t. Something about her seemed honest and innocent. I took a step closer when she tucked her dress back and lifted her hand between us, showing me her fingers.

My eyes finally drifted from her pretty face to her glistening fingers. They were coated in her arousal. Fuck. I was so close I could smell her.

“Good girl,” I whispered. “Now lick them clean.”

I didn’t have to repeat it.

Emma took her fingers in her mouth and sucked them between her pouty lips, like I had told her.

“Such a good girl,” I said in awe, her eyes glazing as her cheeks hollowed before she pulled out her fingers. “Don’t swallow. I want a taste of your pretty pussy.”

Her eyes widened, and a blush creeped up her neck when I closed the distance between us and cupped her cheek. Her skin was so soft underneath my calloused fingers. I tipped her jaw and waited for her to deny me or say no. Instead, Emma pushed her breasts against my chest, arching her back and planting her soft, luscious body against mine.

“Needy girl,” I smirked, closing my eyes and claiming her lips with mine in a soft, quick kiss. When I pulled back to look at her flushed face, I could smell her arousal.

The taste of her…

I pushed her back against the wall and swallowed her gasp of surprise with my mouth. If the first kiss was gentle, the second kiss was rough and passionate. I wasn’t kissing her lips. I was claiming them, devouring her mouth, marking it. I slipped my tongue inside her and groaned when I tasted her.

Fuck. I needed more.

Angling her head, I kissed her harder, growling when her nails ran through my hair to my nape. She tasted so good that I wanted to lose all my inhibitions and kneel on the floor and eat her out in the hallway with her pink heels dangling over my shoulders.

Emma let out a small moan, rubbing herself on my thigh that was between her legs. Dirty girl. I pulled back, heaving as I fixed my shirt and hair. Her blonde hair was mussed, dress tucked up to reveal the small glimpse of pink fabric underneath. Pink shoes and pink panties.

“Let’s go.” I offered her my hand, and she took it, her pale skin glowing with red blush. “I need to have you naked and alone.”

“Not a fan of exhibitionism, Cillian?” she asked, her sultry voice taunting me as I showed my membership card to the guard standing outside the private elevator.

After pressing the button on the highest floor, I turned my attention to her. “I don’t like to share what’s mine,” I said in a firm voice and continued, “and you’re mine for tonight, Doll.”