Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 4 – Chapter 48

“So I was thinking…” Emma drawled after finishing her plate of pasta and keeping the fork down. Her right palm was completely healed after two months of care.

“Here we go,” I sighed, leaning back on the chair and taking a sip of sweet white wine.

There was no news of the stalker. No creepy gifts or messages. Elena and Zayed were in New York, and after having private meetings with Damon without Emma’s knowing, we had a list of suspects that fit the descriptions of the stalker. But we had kept her in the dark because I didn’t want to burden her with the information, despite how carefree she pretended to be. I knew that the incident had scarred her, physically and mentally. No nineteen-year-old should have to go through something like that.

“I’m serious,” she snapped, her sapphire eyes blazing.

“Go ahead, Doll,” I said. I had booked a private room for our dinner date for a special reason.

“You know how CBT therapy is working well for me,” she started, her eyes on the empty plate. I sat straight and leaned my elbows on the table. She had been going to therapy since the incident after getting a recommendation from Mia’s neighbors, Ivy and Aiden. I had met them a few times and Aiden seemed like a good therapist despite looking cold as ice. Emma’s therapist was a woman, as per Aiden’s recommendation, and slowly I could see how much it had helped her over the period. She wasn’t self-conscious anymore when we had sex. She was confident as ever and I loved it.

“I thought that maybe you should try it, too?”

I frowned, tilting my head. “Try CBT?”

Emma licked her lips and my eyes averted to them for a flicker of a moment. “Yes. Your nightmares are rare, but… it could help you.”

Her eyes were wary, and she was holding her breath, waiting patiently for my answer. I had been to therapy when Olivia passed away. Caleb, too. But I had never thought about revisiting my dark thoughts with a professional.

“Okay, Doll. I’ll book an appointment with Aiden,” I replied, my heart pounding in my ears when she smiled at me, her cheeks turning pink and blue eyes softening. She looked so fucking beautiful. I wanted to push off the plates and have her as my desert.

“I knew you would consider it—” She excitedly stood up, her heel pressing on her dress and the sharp sound of fabric tearing interrupting her.

My eyes were wide when she looked down in horror at her dress. “Did I just—?”

I stood up slowly and examined the damage. There was a small rip on the side of her dress, baring her soft skin and side boob to the world. But it was salvageable.

“It’s okay, Doll, stop panicking.” I kissed her temple and sat her down on her chair. Handing her a glass of wine, I said, “Drink this. I’ll be right back.”

“Do they have a tee shirt? Or a shirt?” Emma asked when I came back to our private dinner room with a thread and needle in my hand. I locked the door before eyeing her in the pretty navy dress that matched my suit. There was much more to do before the night ended.

“No, but I have this.” I removed my suit and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt to my elbows. “Strip out of the dress and get comfortable.”

“Cillian, we can’t have sex here—”

I smirked. “We are not having sex, Doll. Give me the dress and sit down.”

She looked down at her dress then at me. “I’m not wearing a bra.”

“I know.”

“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 replace Caleb looking at us with wide eyes, his mouth agape.

Oh well.