Sexy Security Guard 소설 & 이야기

Damien leads the way from the entrance to a security desk, where they greet us hello. I must present my identification and sign in as a long-term guest. I’m given a key for the elevator and door codes. They also run down the amenities with me and provide a number to call in emergencies. These guards are comprehensive, taking my picture and asking a few questions about possible emergency services. It’s strange, but I go with it. Damien stands tall nearby, nodding in approval to them, helping me. That’s when I noticed the patches on their jackets; The Guard’s Private Security. These men are employed by his agency, and I feel even safer now.

“No, I won’t be here long. Are you on the night shift?” I flash him a smile. He’s young for a security guard—my age. Tattoos run up his forearms and he has gauges in both ears. Even so, he’s friendly-looking, and not in a creepy way. “I’m just working late. Ongoing project. You know how it is.” “I’ll be quick,” he says. “Just doing the rounds.” “Got it. They sure don’t skimp on the security around here.” Another low laugh. He’s a little James Dean. Or Billy Idol. Not like the other military-type guards. “I promise not to get in your way.” His voice is smoky.

It was the kind of glance that tells me to get back to where I come from because there is no way I could get in after the announcement of Kristine's death. "We are so sorry, young man, but we cannot let you into the building right now. Mr. Mondragon's strict order." says one of them. "How about I tell you one secret about this man?" I was referring to the chubby among the two. "What was that supposed to mean?" asks the chubby security guard. "It means that this man beside you had one-time sex with your girlfriend and she fucking loves it. And they plan to do it again before lunch." "What?" asks the chubby security guard while slowly reaching out for the gun in his waist. "How did you know ab

She found herself wondering if his shoulders really were that broad, or was it padding. By his handsome gruff looks she guessed he was probably ex military. She then wondered why her husband had hired more security. “Pete,who is this?” She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. She pasted on her polished fake smile. “Ma’am, this is Nick Lane. Mr. King hired him for a security position a few weeks back. Are you sure you’re alright, Ma’am ?” He asked her once more.

It was an awful feeling. I could barely speak without gritting my teeth. "Stop messing with me… I'm just a security guard. If my superior finds out, I could lose my job." Ms. Bombshell chuckled. She wrapped her hand around my manhood through my pants, gently squeezing it. "Think about it, Mr. Ziegler. Do you want me to give you a hand, or would you rather keep your boring job?" Her hand was small, but her grip was frightening. I found myself slowly melting away in her grasp.

Adam said in a lethal tone that gave me the chills. "You love me that much?" "I love you more than you'll ever know." I was shocked to see a mansion come into view rather than a hall or museum. "The gala's being held at his home?" "Yes, but don't worry. I hijacked the security, so you'll be safe." "How did you highjack the security?" "All the security guards here are my employees." "What happened to this guy's security?" "They're all unconscious and locked away somewhere. I also have some snipers watching the outside of the building."

“We’ve selected the best. Former police officers, protection specialists. Two for each shift, plus those we already have.” “Double that number,” I order. “I want four per shift.” “Alexander…” Dominic hesitates. “Don’t you think that might be over the top?” I fix him with a serious stare. “She threatened my children with a syringe, Dominic. There’s no such thing as over the top when it comes to their safety.” He nods, understanding. “What about the penthouse?” Barnes asks. “For when they’re discharged?” “I’m on it,” I reply, picking up another set of plans. “Complete security system is being installed. Cameras, motion sensors, bulletproof glass.”

All in all, Julian thought she looked incredibly sexy in her blue sundress as she worked her way in the office. They had been sitting there for a while, observing the cameras, when Julian noticed that one of the guards had fallen asleep and the other was typing away on his cell phone. Taking the opportunity, he quickly wrote down some important numbers from the computer and also took out a small button-sized satellite transmitter device from his pocket and fixed it on the side of one of the screens, hidden from plain sight. Though he’d have preferred to ask the guards for help, their sheer lack of sense of duty threw him off. With guards like these, no wonder the assailant had been able to g

I push him back slightly as he glances down at me frowning before the sounds of the security guards grab his attention again, thankfully he didn’t catch how red my cheeks had gotten. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The loud shouts of the Security guards fill the air as they shout in Italian for the other men to stop. But they didn’t. Instead they moved with the quiet efficiency of people who had done this before. Watching them take out those guards proves one thing, they’re Professionals. My pulse slowed instead of quickening as Adrenaline pumps into me but it never made me panic not in high risk situations like this, it only fuels my thinking. It’s safe to say this men aren’t here to say hi which could o

Kaelen’s hand moved to the back of my neck, his thumb grazing my jawline. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps approaching my room. "Princess Jessica? Are you awake?" a voice called out. It was one of the senior pack guards. "The Alpha requested a status check." I felt fear grip me. If they found a half-naked, bleeding guard in my room at midnight, Kaelen wouldn't make it to sunrise. "I'm fine!" I called out. "I was just sleeping!" "Alright, then," said the guard. "Have a nice night, my Lady."