Bodyguard between my thighs(2)

Chapter 2

“I can’t believe we just had sex here,” she whispered tiredly.

“I can’t either,” he said, chuckling as he carried her into the pool house.

“Let’s shower together,” she said as she led him into the shower.

…

They came out.

“You need to rest,” he said and pecked her head.

“What about you?” she asked.

“I need to change clothes… I’ll see you later,” he said and went out.

She watched him as he left, knowing he probably needed space to take in what just happened between them.

She closed her eyes, and sleep came soon after.

Camille woke up to the sounds of glass clinking and cars down the streets.

Her mind was blank for a second.

She yawned, not feeling fully awake yet.

As her eyes opened, she saw him.

Roman.

“You came back,” she said.

“I told you I would,” he said.

She noticed the sudden distance and his voice back to his professional tone—and she didn’t like it one bit.

She sat up and looked at him, trying to gauge his expression, but couldn’t get anything.

“We should talk,” she said.

He didn’t reply, just handed her a cup of coffee. Their hands touched—she shivered at the sparks that erupted between them.

“Last night was not supposed to happen. I wasn’t hired to have sex with you…” he said.

She felt hurt and looked down at her cup.

“So what are you saying? That it was a mistake?” she said lowly.

“No, it wasn’t,” he said. “It was amazing—and that’s the problem.”

Camille stood up and walked past him toward the bathroom, but not without saying,

“I don’t regret what happened between us. Neither am I ashamed of it.”

She walked into the bathroom, leaving him to his thoughts.

…

The sound of the elevator dinged as they both made their way into it.

Just the two of them, alone.

Camille moved away from him and stared at the roof of the elevator without saying anything.

The tension between them was thick… neither of them willing to break the silence.

But the silence was annoying, so she spoke first.

“You always this quiet after sleeping with your clients?”

“I don’t sleep with my clients.”

“That’s lovely… I guess I’m an exception…”

He didn’t say anything and it was infuriating. She took a step closer to him.

“Yesterday, you touched me like you couldn’t get enough of me,” she said,

“But now you’re pretending like nothing happened…”

“I shouldn’t have touched you at all,” he said.

She stepped closer to him, her scent taking over his senses.

“You keep saying that, but that didn’t stop you yesterday,” she said.

“We crossed a boundary we shouldn’t have crossed… I’m still your security,” he said.

“Damn the job and security shit to hell… you want me, and I want you… what’s so difficult in that?” she said.

“I’m supposed to protect you—not to want or sleep with you,” he said as a matter of fact.

“But you want me. And you want to sleep with me,” she said.

“Don’t push me, Camille,” he said roughly.

The elevator stopped.

But neither of them moved.

People were waiting to get on…

She stepped out first.

He followed without a word, putting distance between them as he walked behind her to her suite.

She stepped in and looked at him.

“You coming in?” she asked.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I think we both stopped thinking about what’s good or not since yesterday…”

He didn’t say anything but stared at her with heat and desire in his eyes.

He stepped in and backed her up to the wall and kissed her—hard and rough.

“This is it, Roman. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it if we do this again and you act like nothing happened tomorrow,” she said.

He caressed her face gently and said,

“Camille, if we do this again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away.”

“Then don’t,” she said.

He crashed his lips against hers once more and slammed the door shut.

Her hands slipped under his shirt to feel his skin, taking it off in the process.

She sighed, loving the hardness of the muscle she could feel underneath.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed.

They took off their clothes piece by piece.

His hands traveled all over her body as he stared at her with desire and a hint of softness in his gaze.

“I couldn’t get you off my mind,” he said.

“Me too,” she whispered.

His hands found their way to her breasts as he toyed with her nipples and watched her release a breathless moan.

She dragged her hands across his chest and slipped her fingers into his hair, tugging him down to kiss him.

They kissed hard and deeply. He released her lips and trailed his mouth across her body and stopped at her clit.

She gasped when she realized what he was about to do.

He smiled and licked his way to her clit, rubbing slow circles with his tongue.

She whimpered.

“You like that?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

He smiled and continued licking her into insanity.

She moaned as his tongue worked magic on her.

He noticed her breathing become quicker and increased the pressure of his tongue.

She came soon after, spilling herself all over his mouth. He looked at her and swallowed it.

She then stared at him, eyes filled with lust, as she pushed him down on the bed and straddled him.

They both moaned, enjoying the friction between them.

She guided him into her and took him in one thrust, riding him.

He watched her through lidded eyes as her breasts bounced.

He stretched out one hand to grope a breast and play with her nipple.

She moaned out loud and increased her pace.

When they neared the edge, he pulled her off, bent her over, and entered her in one deep thrust.

They both moaned at the contact as he slammed into her continuously.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer, kissing her as he kept thrusting.

Soon he noticed her body shaking.

“Let’s cum together,” he said.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly.

…They both came together.

Silence followed soon after.

They both lay there, heavily sated, as he looked at her and smiled.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“It was,” she said.

“There’s no going back again,” he said to her.

“I prefer it that way,” she said, scooting closer to him, needing his warmth.

As she looked up at him, he looked at her and kissed her softly.

“Get some rest,” he told her.

“This is reminding me of the first night,” she said.

“Why?” he asked.

“’Cause you also told me to get some rest then,” she said.

“Don’t worry, this time is different,” he said with a smile and pecked her forehead.

“Sleep,” he whispered in her ear.

…Sleep came to her soon after.