Sexy Security Guard Novels & Stories

“So tell me Mr. Sexy Bodyguard… is he single?” All eyes turned to Rio, who stood as still and silent as ever. His arms were crossed over his chest, jaw sharp, eyes unreadable. Two years and I’d never seen him with a woman. He never spoke about his personal life. Reed was the one who hired him to watch over me, since he was always out of town. I gave a small shrug. “I honestly don’t know. He’s really private.” Zara let out a low whistle. “With a face like that and a body that could make a nun blush, I refuse to believe he’s single. If he is, the world’s broken.”

Usually Damian casually strolled in and out of the lobby, even through Adrian’s study, but not this time. “What for? Don’t you all know me?” Adrian asked, pointing to himself. “Excuse me Sir, this is an order,” the security guard who greeted him said. “What orders? Don’t you know who I am? I’m the director’s best friend, and you’ll be in big trouble if you don’t let me in,” Damian challenged. The security guard lowered his head, then looked at Damian again. “Sorry sir, this is an order!” Finally,he gets his id and give it to the security, then the man checked Damian’s identity, also scanned for sharp weapons or not.

He said the last line with a bitter tone in his voice. I huffed, “Oh please! As if you care! For all I know you are waiting for something to happen to me so you can feel less guilty about being a terrible father.” His eyes shone with something I couldn't place. Was he hurt? Not possible! “Effective immediately you will be assigned a new bodyguard.” All traces of the look I thought I had seen were gone. Mr. “Greek god” stepped forward. Father never put men in my security detail except for my driver Kelvin. He only did that because Kelvin was ugly as hell.

So I watched in sideways and stolen glances rather than long stares or looks. I knew which guards were disciplined and which weren't. The younger one with the mohawk hair checked his phone every time he thought no one was looking. The muscular guard stepped out for cigarettes at the same interval like clockwork. One of them talked too much to the others, filling silence out of nervous habit, which meant his attention split constantly between conversation and duty. And then there was Sefu. He wouldn’t hold my gaze. Discomfort like that didn't make a man an ally but made him unreliable in his duties and that was enough for anyone seeking an escape.

"But Marc was also an idiot. He couldn't have bypassed the secondary security codes on the freight gates by himself. He needed a gatekeeper. He needed someone on my payroll to delete the surveillance footage every time Apex Maritime Services cleared a ghost shipment." I paused right in front of a tall, broad-shouldered guard named Lorenzo, a man who had worked my private security detail for two years. Lorenzo’s gaze remained fixed on the wall behind me, but a single drop of cold sweat broke out along his hairline. "Which means," I whispered, reaching into my inner jacket pocket, "there is another snake in this room." Before Lorenzo could even blink, I pulled my silenced firearm from my suit

and yet, somehow, he had slipped through. Not today. Not on Selena’s day. I barked an order at four of my most trusted guards. “Stay glued to her side. No matter what happens, you guard her with your life.” I watched until Selena slipped safely through the back door before I spun on my heel, heading straight for the security room. The moment I walked in, the guards stiffened, bowing slightly. I didn’t waste time. “What the fuck happened?” I demanded. “How does someone vanish under your watch?”

No wonder there are so many wealthy people online pretending to be rich! "Take me with you. I want to see who has the audacity to come to this high-end community and show off!" Lucy and Marissa were naturally happy to comply and led them to the entrance. Frederick and Sylvia had just arrived. "Sir, this is a private area. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter," a security guard frowned as he walked over. He had just started his job today. To work as a security guard here, one needed at least a bachelor's degree, and he spoke with a certain arrogance.

She repeated. The security guard opened the door and looked at Katy, then down at Dwayne who still had his enormous cock out. The overweight, balding security guard had what seemed to be a Hispanic accent. He was an off-duty cop who worked the parking lot at night. "Please get out of the car." Katy exited her Mercedes from the opposite side as Dwayne tried to put his dick in his pants and moved out from the door nearest the guard. The parking lot was well-lit. The security guard added to Katy's sense of shame by shining his flashlight onto the couple as they now stood next to each other.

I work as a security guard at a luxury residential complex. My daily routine is simple but demands attention to detail. I register visitors, patrol the grounds, help residents park or move items, and handle occasional emergencies. One morning, a man suddenly showed up at the security booth. He wore an expensive suit and a luxury watch—clearly one of the wealthy residents. He placed a paper bag full of cash on the table and said: “Could you do me a favor in the underground parking garage? Afterward, this money is yours.”

A familiar face in a sea of testosterone. "Welcome to Guard Dog Securities," Havel said jovially, reaching out to take Jozef's bag. "Guard Dog Securities?" Shaun asked, looking around. Havel grinned at her. "We do have some legitimate business interests." She laughed. "Such as?" "We provide security details to businessmen, politicians, royalty. We provide security for our club as well as others. Bank security. You name it, we're in on it." Shaun chewed on her lip, but finally said what was on her mind. "You aren't casing the banks are you? For future heists?"