"Fuck Me..."

~Kai

I leaned back in my chair, chewing slowly while my eyes shamelessly roamed over her.

She had changed into a simple black nightgown after her own shower, thin, silky material that clung to her body in all the right places.

It was modest enough to pass as professional, but the way the fabric shifted when she moved let me catch teasing glimpses of the black lace bra underneath and the matching panties when she crossed her legs.

Every time she reached for her glass, the neckline dipped just enough to show the soft swell of her breasts and the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the lace.

My cock stirred again. “Fuck, she’s trying to kill me.”

“You know,” I said casually, stabbing a piece of chicken, “for someone who keeps telling me to put a shirt on, you’re wearing something that’s basically screaming look at me. That nightgown is doing you zero favors if you’re trying to stay professional.”

Rhea’s fork paused mid air. She slowly lifted her gaze, hazel eyes narrowing into a glare that could probably stop a bullet.

“Kai,” she warned, voice low and dangerous, “if you don’t stop staring at my tits like they owe you money, I’m going to stab you with this fork.”

I grinned, completely unbothered, and let my eyes drop deliberately to the lace edge visible through the thin fabric.

“Can’t help it. You look fucking edible right now. That bra… black lace? Bold choice for a bodyguard who claims she wants boundaries.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, my bare chest and abs still on full display. “Tell me, Rhea, did you pick that set thinking about me taking it off later, or are you just torturing me on purpose?”

Her jaw clenched. The fork in her hand twitched like she was seriously considering using it as a weapon.

“You’re unbelievable,” she muttered, cheeks flushing with a mix of irritation and something hotter. “I changed into the first comfortable thing I found. Not everything is about you and your horny little brain.”

“Uh huh.” I took a slow sip of water, letting my gaze linger on the way the nightgown rode up her thigh when she shifted. “So if I asked nicely, you’d let me see what those panties look like up close? Or are you going to keep pretending you’re not wet just from me sitting here shirtless?”

Rhea’s eyes flashed with pure murder. She set her fork down with a sharp clink and leaned forward, voice dropping to a deadly whisper.

“Keep talking like that and the only thing you’ll be handling tonight is your own dick in the shower alone. I’m serious, Kai. Boundaries. Last time was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

Her words said one thing, but the way her nipples had visibly tightened against the lace and the faint flush creeping down her neck told a completely different story.

I smiled slowly, cocky and unrepentant.

“Sure, Rhea. Whatever you say.” I stood up, deliberately stretching so my abs flexed right in front of her. “I’m going to bed. Feel free to join me if you change your mind about those boundaries. My room’s the big one at the end of the hall. The door's unlocked.”

I turned and walked away, feeling her glare burning into my back the entire time.

Behind me, I heard her mutter under her breath, “I’m going to stab him. I’m actually going to stab him.”

I laughed softly to myself as I headed upstairs.

I couldn’t sleep.

No matter how hard I tried, my brain kept replaying every second of the last time, Rhea moaning my name, her body trembling under me, the way she’d begged even while pretending she was still in control.

My dick was half hard just thinking about it, and the big empty bed upstairs felt wrong without her in it.

So I gave up.

I padded downstairs in nothing but my black sweatpants, the house quiet except for the low hum of the massive TV in the living room. When I stepped into the open plan lounge, I froze for a second.

Rhea was curled up on the oversized sectional couch, still in that thin black nightgown.

The fabric had ridden up her thighs, and the soft glow from the TV screen lit up her bare legs and the faint outline of her lace bra underneath.

She looked relaxed for once, legs tucked under her, hair loose and slightly damp, completely focused on whatever action movie was playing.

Damn.

She looked hot as hell when she wasn’t threatening to shoot me.

I grabbed a glass of cold water from the table nearby, pretending to take a sip as I walked over. My heart was already racing with mischief.

I accidentally tripped over the edge of the rug right beside her.

The glass tilted.

Cold water splashed straight onto her chest and lap.

“Shit…!” I said, trying and failing to sound sorry.

The water rushed down fast, soaking the front of her nightgown instantly. The thin black fabric turned almost see through, clinging to her full breasts and revealing the black lace bra underneath in perfect, wet detail.

Her nipples hardened instantly from the cold, poking obviously against the soaked material.

Rhea’s head snapped toward me, eyes blazing with pure fury.

She bit her lower lip hard, jaw tight, like she was physically stopping herself from lunging at me and stabbing me with the remote.

“You absolute child,” she hissed, voice low and dangerous. Water dripped from her chin down between her breasts. “Did you just pour water on me on purpose?”

I raised my hands in mock innocence, but I couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at my lips as I stared openly at the way the nightgown now stuck to every curve.

“Accidentally,” I said smoothly. “I tripped. You know how clumsy I am after a long night of getting railed by my hot bodyguard.”

Her cheeks flushed dark red, anger and something else mixing together. She stood up slowly, the wet fabric clinging to her body like a second skin, outlining her toned stomach and the curve of her hips.

“You are so fucking dead, Kai Lennox,” she growled, stepping closer until we were almost chest to chest.

Her nipples were still visibly hard, and the way the water made the nightgown transparent was doing terrible things to my selfcontrol.

I swallowed, but kept the cocky grin in place.

“Want me to help you out of that wet nightgown?” I offered, voice dropping lower. “Purely for your comfort, of course.”

Rhea’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She looked two seconds away from actually murdering me… or dragging me upstairs and riding me until I couldn’t walk.

This was either about to turn into the best night of my life… or the night she finally made good on her threat to stab me.

Rhea’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. The wet nightgown clung to her like a second skin, outlining every curve, her hard nipples clearly visible through the soaked black lace bra.

Water dripped down her chest and stomach, making the fabric almost transparent.

She stepped closer until we were almost touching.

“You absolute spoiled little shit,” she hissed, voice low and venomous. “You think this is funny?”

Before I could answer with another cocky line, she moved like lightning.

In one fluid motion, Rhea hooked her leg behind both of mine, swept my feet out from under me, and used her hip to flip me hard. I hit the marble floor with a loud thud, the air knocked out of my lungs.

She followed through instantly, dropping her weight and pinning me down with her knee on my chest and one hand pressing my shoulder into the ground.

I tried to push up, but she had perfect leverage, I couldn’t even sit up, let alone stand.

My back was flat against the cold floor, and every time I struggled, she adjusted her weight just enough to keep me pinned like a fucking butterfly.

“Rhea, fuck…” I gasped, half laughing, half groaning.

She leaned down, her wet hair brushing my face, hazel eyes blazing with a mix of real anger and dark amusement.

“Good night, naughty boy,” she muttered, voice silky and dangerous right against my ear.

Then she stood up smoothly, leaving me sprawled on the floor like an idiot. She didn’t even look back as she walked away, the wet nightgown swaying against her ass with every step.

I watched her hips move until she disappeared down the hallway toward the guest room.

I groaned loudly, still lying there on the marble, staring at the ceiling.

“Fuck me…”

My back hurt, my pride was bruised, and my dick was painfully hard from the whole thing. The image of her wet, see through nightgown and the way she’d effortlessly taken me down kept replaying in my head.

I stayed on the floor for another minute, breathing hard, before finally dragging myself up with a frustrated laugh.

This woman was going to be the death of me. And I was stupidly, helplessly addicted.