Bodyguard between my thighs(1)

Chapter 1

Camille was used to men staring at her and lusting after her body… what she was not used to was the way he looked at her.

Roman Black stood behind her, silent, as he watched her.

He didn’t talk much…

Didn’t flirt… but he watched her. That was worse—

It made heat erupt in her each time she came in contact with his eyes.

As she sat beside the pool, legs stretched out, her skin glowing under the silk robe, she could feel the weight of his stares behind the sunglasses he wore.

“Do you ever relax, Mr. Black?” she asked without facing him.

“I’m not paid to relax,” he said gruffly.

“You’re not also paid to leer at my body like that,” she retorted.

Silence.

“You’d know if I were, ma’am,” he said roughly.

She turned and faced him, looking at him as he crossed his arms over his hard chest—the tension between them noticeable.

“You think I don’t notice how you stare at me?” she said as she intentionally let her robe slip from her shoulder.

He didn’t say anything, but she noticed the tension in his body and the quickening of his breath… what she couldn’t see was his expression beneath those glasses.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” she said softly while moving closer to him.

“I don’t know what you expect me to say,” he said roughly.

She stepped closer to him and trailed her fingers along his forearms. He caught her hand and held them.

“I’m not some toy you can play with, Camille,” he said, his voice dropping dangerously low.

“I know you’re not. You’re so much more,” she said.

“Don’t test my self-control, Camille. I’ve had years of training.”

“I’d like to see how much control you have,” she said as she leaned in and kissed his jaw,

“Cause from what I can see, it’s not that much,” she whispered and kissed his neck.

That broke his last thread of self-control.

He kissed her—hard and rough—pulling her closer, leaving no space between them.

His hands found the small of her waist as she arched her back and moaned into his mouth.

His other hand made its way to her thighs and gripped them.

“You’ve been driving me insane… every time you walk past me, knowing what you do to me.”

“I did,” she whispered.

His hands slipped beneath her robe and groped her breast. She moaned out loud as his hands played with her nipple.

He pushed her until her back hit the wall, his hands holding her in place as he raised her leg up and grinded her against him… enough to make her feel the hardness of him.

She whimpered and buried her face in his neck and bit him a little, then sucked it. He carried her and wrapped her legs around him.

His fingers moved teasingly along her thighs, brushing the slick part of her swimsuit.

She moaned as his fingers made their way to her clit—circling, teasing, and driving her to madness.

He licked a slow path up her neck down to her collarbone. She moaned as she dug her nails into his shoulder.

His other hand freed her from the robe, exposing her fully to his gaze.

He stared at her full, rounded breasts, then bent down and sucked on one nipple while his other hand played with the other.

“Roman,” she moaned out.

“See, you can still talk… I haven’t done a good enough job then,” he whispered close to her ear.

His fingers found their way to her clit as he rubbed her slowly… his touch pushing her to the brink.

“You’re so wet, you know that, right?” he said.

She nodded, eyes filled with desire.

“And I’ve not even started yet,” he said to her.

Camille moaned loudly as his fingers moved deeper, slowly moving her to the edge…

She pressed her forehead to his and kissed him roughly.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, voice rough and low.

Her hands found the belt of his trousers and tugged at them… letting them fall.

She grabbed him and rubbed the tip of his cock… his eyes flew wide as a moan escaped his mouth. He kissed her more fiercely than before, pushing her pants to one side.

“No condom,” he said raspily.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispered.

Then he pushed into her, moving deep into her as she moaned out his name.

He groped her breasts as their bodies moved in one rhythm. He kissed her again as her moans got lost in the pressure of his mouth.

“You’re shaking,” she said to him.

“You too,” he whispered.

They both rocked each other until they shattered, releasing loud moans as their bodies went limp.