Cute Bodyguard Novels & Stories

When will he stop making me feel like I’m about to melt into a pool of just pure embarrassment. I never had a man say those things to me. Before I became the bodyguard, I had a boyfriend – Henry. He was a really sweet and nice guy. But he never made me feel things the way Julian did and it made me crave him more and more. Before I reached the door, he grabbed my hand and placed another kiss on my knuckles. “I know you don’t get the chance to… but I think you look beautiful in dresses.” I walked to my room smiling and clutching his shirt. Julian Anderson. I think I might like you a lot.

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”

“No, probably not. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.” “I’ll be fine,” Ella assured him. “Besides, you’ll be in the club, too, right?” Charles nodded. “If I need you, I know you’ll be there.” “Ready to sweep you away The Bodyguard style,” he said, referencing an old movie Ella had only seen once but one he seemed to like. He mentioned it frequently enough. It made sense that a security guard would like a movie about a bodyguard--unless it wasn’t done well. “Thanks,” she said with a smile, thinking of Kevin Costner carrying Whitney Houston out of a dangerous crowd of fans.

He could not believe how a man this dumb could survive in this world for so long, but at the very least, he knew that meant he had a new epic story to tell his cousin Yvonne so that she could change her mind from falling in love with a certified dumb*ss. Sean was also nonplussed. No way in his trippiest imagination would he have pictured Zayn doing anything like this. Had his boss given up on his life altogether? There was no time to lose. Sean strode toward Zayn and tugged on his arm. His voice was rattling with anxiety. “Sir, just what do you think you’re doing? Have you lost your mind?! That guy over here is an actual, trained bodyguard. Trained—as in a professional! Coupled that fact wit

His partner went deathly pale, watching me with wide eyes as I circled him like prey. “Come on, Lucas thinks you can do it.” The bodyguard snarled and leapt at me, his switchblade slashing at my face. I blocked the blow with my forearm, and used the momentum to twist his wrist, nearly making him drop the blade. He recovered just in time to swipe at me again, this time catching on my suit jacket and tearing through the black fabric. “Really? There’s no way Lucas is paying you enough to cover repairs on this coat,” I said, casually dodging a series of quick jabs.

He answers, rubbing his eyes with the sleeves of his jacket. “Tell me what happened, like how you got separated so I can help you find him.” “Well, I came with my granddad but he got a call and left me with my bodyguard to continue shopping.” Bodyguard? “Can you describe your bodyguard for me?” I ask. He nods. “he’s very tall and he looks like a statue, he doesn’t smile like at all.” “Take my hand so I don’t lose you while we search for your grim bodyguard,” I say as I stand up to my full height and stretch my hand out for him to take. He stares at me probably reckoning whether he can trust me or not before taking my hand.

When we arrived, I stepped out of the car and instantly spotted Vivienne and Luke waiting by the outdoor patio. “Rora!” Viv squealed, running toward me. We hugged tightly, and Luke gave me a friendly side-hug. “I’ve missed this,” I grinned. But their eyes drifted to the tall figure behind me. “Who’s the guy?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow. “My bodyguard,” I said dryly. “This is Adrian.” Vivienne blinked, then smiled mischievously. “Wow, he’s hot. Like, serious movie-star hot.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t encourage him.”

But it was her legs that killed me – those shorts barely covered her ass cheeks, and every time she swayed her hips, I caught glimpses of the curve where her thigh met her hip. I wasn’t the only predator watching her move. Half the men on the dance floor had shifted to get better angles, phones probably recording for later use. But the second some asshole with a neck tattoo tried to close the distance, the brunette bodyguard stepped in, shoving him back with a finger wag that could have frozen lava. His friends erupted in mocking howls while he stood there looking like he’d been slapped by his grandmother. I couldn’t help grinning at the rejection. Blondie had brought her own personal securi

Her husband still had the heart to crack such jokes! “Die!” The bodyguard roared, barreling forward. He raised his fist wildly, then punched forward with an audible force. A triumphant smile played on Christopher’s lips as he watched. This bodyguard was from the military’s special forces, and he was famed for his fighting prowess. Even if that punk did not die from the punch, he would at least be rendered dumb. “Thanks for being such a nice sandbag for me today.” Samuel crouched slightly, his muscles as taut as a drawn bow. He leaped forward in a split second.

The bodyguard immediately approached. "Do you like this?" Katty asked, pointing at her chest. The bodyguard nodded. "Give me your hand," said Katty. The guard gave her his hand. Katty took the bodyguard's hand and then put it on her chest. The guard seemed unable to hold himself anymore. Spontaneously, he looked down and then swept the two small hills on Katty's chest with his tongue. Katty stretched and groaned, enjoying the sensation of the bodyguard's tongue playing. Occasionally she groaned when the guard bit lightly on her nipple. Her breath was gasping. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The guard immediately stopped his activities. Katty immediately got up and pushed the bodygua