Novel & Cerita Bodyguard Romances

His voice sank to that low purr it had been in the shop, sending shivers down my spine and making my palms sweat. Oh, hell. My heart sank. Even if he’d been trying to mess with me at first, he obviously had something of a crush. I tightened my lips, trapping my attraction far down and keeping my expression nonchalant. “I don’t date or flirt or have romantic relations with my clients,” I said as neutrally as I could. I ignored the way his face fell, plunging forward because there wasn’t another option. “If I go to a gay club, it’s because I’m protecting you, not having a drink with you. I’m your bodyguard.”

She sometimes curses and so on. When they were both nearing drunk, Alexis leaned closer to Akira. “Hey… I heard on my way here that you'll have a bodyguard?” Akira hiccuped, “Yeah, grandfather insisted.” Alexis chuckled, “Ugh! I envy you! For sure, it will be a very hoooot bodyguard~.” Akira cringed and yelled, “Are you out of your mind?” “What?~ bodyguards have great bodies. They're hot!” Alexis protested and held Akira's shoulder. She began to pull her.

His eyes survey my body and I did the same. Muscular type. Rough looking. Flexing biceps and short hair stubbles. Familiar, my mind whispers. Escaping my thoughts, I’ve slowly caressed his hands and bring them to my shoulder. His mouth falls open while looking at it. The effect of luring men is something that I want. Their attention and priceless face, something that the bodyguard cannot give. With just one hand, he pulls my nape and kisses me roughly. The type of kiss that makes me doubt if he’s a good man and if he’s clean. His tongue seeks for entrance and the tiniest resistance that I have is now gone.

Seated on the bed, in their birth suit, their eyes rested on my figure as I walked out. Both are tall, and athletic. The closest bodies to Roman's that I could find among the bodyguards. I joined them in bed, steeling my mind, while hoping to enjoy the moment as one of the bodyguard's parted my legs from below the bedsheets. Minutes later, one knock comes after another. I ignore it at first, but it persisted until it became the echo in my ears and the sound of my thumping heart. “ Get off me!” I commanded, and the bodyguard lingered, hard and displeased.

“Really. Just a few scratches.” Her gaze flicked to Cole, taking in his imposing frame and the gun holstered discreetly at his side. “And this must be your new… assistant?” “Something like that,” I muttered. “Bodyguard,” Cole said simply, offering his hand. “Cole Maddox.” Julia hesitated, then shook it. “Well. You’ll have your hands full with this one.” “Already noticed,” he replied, deadpan. I groaned. “Fantastic. You two can bond over how impossible I am.”

His eyes locked with hers—burning, controlled, dangerous. “You’re not just my bodyguard, Louis,” she whispered. “You’re the only place I feel real.” He said nothing at first. Then, gently, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek. “I’ll guard you with everything,” he murmured. “But not just from danger. I’ll guard your heart, Lauren. Even when it breaks for the wrong reasons.” She closed her eyes. But only for a second.

Odette clenched her jaw at the feeling. Suddenly, a sound of laughter came from Julian's mouth. He looked at Sharlynn and Richie in turn with a look of contempt. "Apparently the shares are paid for with the body. No wonder you're so crazy about this guy. It looks like you're really enjoying the bodyguard's body." Julian continued to insult Richie, trying to provoke the man's emotions. Sharlynn, not having any of it, almost raised her hand to slap the man in the mouth. "We don't have to waste time on human garbage like this," Richie interrupted. He made Julian and Odette stare at him. "Maybe they want to see their hot game scene. Don't worry, we'll send them the footage later."

Celine was so excited, the first time she laid her eyes on Tyler she has a feeling that he was more than a bodyguard. There was something unusual with the way they stare at each other. "Why is she dating her bodyguard, I know he's hot and handsome but that isn't enough for her to lower her standard" She paced around her room in her night gown smirking as she looks at the picture on her phone. Emily has been so busy preparing for her big event, she's finally launching her new clothing line and it hasn't been easy for her. she has been so stressed out , thank God for Gracie who has been helping her and her boyfriend who made her his priority.

“Corrupt me then. I’m your protected princess. Feel how tight and fertile I am? Nineteen and begging my forty-six-year-old bodyguard to claim what he guards. Imagine breeding me right here so no one else can ever touch me. Your ink against my smooth skin, your massive body pinning me while the city watches.” His breathing grew ragged. He spun me around suddenly, pressing my back to the window, his huge frame caging me in. Tattoos flexed as his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, little girl. I’ve killed to keep you safe. Now you’re whispering about me filling your womb? This protection is turning personal dangerously so.”

I guess Milt didn’t mind the thug look on his face either, “yes, also my bodyguard” The moment bodyguard rolled off my tongue, he sighed in relief. “Bodyguard” he repeated with a smug look. “You seem to be thrilled about that?” “I won’t deny it, I desperately hoped that you would be single from the minute I saw you walk in” he replied spinning me twice. “And who says I am single?” “Your bodyguard wouldn’t be your date if you weren’t single” he answered. We both laughed it off. “I have heard a lot about you” he continued.