Sexy Security Guard Novels & Stories

One was in front, one working on the security house, as an operator, one was currently roving, and the other two were for the night shift. The bodyguard who was with me was also my driver. I know for a fact that he’s not just a driver. The man that Reid hired seemed to be from the Special Forces. Or probably a former military. I watched as the maid was setting up the table. “Please also prepare for the guards,” I said as the maids smiled and nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.” I smiled as I made sure to pull off the sleeping powder on the casserole of soup. I continued calmly, stirring it and once they set up the table, I joined them and barely touched my soup. I dined with them together with Mr. Gibson.

the security guard said with a nervous smile, "Mr. Rogers made it clear that no one should impede Ms. Seymour from entering the building; otherwise, our entire department would be at risk of losing their jobs." Larissa was stunned by what she heard. Although her heart was surging with emotions, her face showed no trace of it. The security guard was probably exaggerating. She didn't remember Kevan saying such things previously. With that thought, her raging emotions calmed down slightly. On the other hand, Lana's spirits seemed to have dampened for unknown reasons. "I am Ms. Seymour's younger sister. Can you let me in now?" she asked the security guard. Without a moment's hesitation, the secu

He pulled me close to his solid chest, wrapping his arms around me to calm me down. "You are completely safe," Sean whispered, rubbing a warm hand up and down my back. "A group of armed hitmen just tried to target your apartment building. But my secret security guards took care of them on the street before they could even step foot inside the lobby." Shock completely paralyzed my brain. Pulling back slightly, I looked up at his serious face in total disbelief. I suddenly realized the massive scale of his protection. Sean had secretly hired a whole team of elite men to watch over my building twenty-four hours a day. He never intended to leave me alone or unprotected in the city, even after I

Even though I'm just watching Johnny and Kissa, I can't help but feel anxious about them too for getting caught while doing such wild and carnal things. "What the hell are you doing here guys? How did you even get in?" The hot security guard asked when Johnny and Kissa approached him. When the camera focuses on the hot security guard, I can't help but notice how hot this security guard is to the point where I don't want to believe that he is really a security guard because just like Johnny, the features and body built of this hot security guard are just like a model. His six-pack abs are noticeable since he's wearing a skintight uniform and his arms are so thick that I feel like he can lift

Old man and security guard—when both terms are mentioned together, people would immediately think of the elderly security officers, standing guard at hotels, apartments, malls, even parking lots. And yet, Madfist as a security guard was not the average security guard, but one who could defeat thousands by himself. Neither Frank nor Silverbell could hide a chuckle at the thought. Scarface soon joined in, realizing what they were laughing about. Only Madfist still drew a blank, a stark contrast to the other three.

In those eyes, one could see a lifetime of stories, tales of danger, bravery, and the occasional act of kindness. He was a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for themselves. He was the silent guardian, the watchful protector, the unsung hero who walked the mean streets keeping the city safe. He was the security man, and he was the last line of defence between the forces of chaos and the fragile order of society. He halted the car and inquired warily, "What is your business here?" Stella swiftly rolled down the window, offering the young guard a sweet smile. "It's me. I just got off the phone with your chef. I have an appointment with Ma’am Kiki at ten o'clock!"

She looked over her shoulder suspiciously, trying to notice something different from how she'd left it, but nothing seemed out of place, except for that note. He opened it and admired the beautiful handwriting, the firm and well-designed lines, like a real signature. "Hadd is your security guard, don't be reluctant to ask him to get in touch with my security team if you feel unsafe on the streets of Cairo on your outings with your co-workers. Your loyalty and your good will shown so... well... last night really puts me on your side. Keep your lips shut, none of your friends can even guess what happened between the two of us.

My first day at work will begin from this moment onwards. Without causing any further delay I sprinted towards the glassy building. Before I could run inside, I was halted on my way by the security. "Do you have an appointment with someone here?" The guard asked. Dressed in a dark suit and a stoic expression, the large burly man appeared quite menacing. I guess that's why he was hired for Security. His name tag read Earl Martin, Chief security. "I will be starting working here from today onwards." The guard gave me a suspicious look. I did not mind honestly because I understand it's a part of his job.

Just as James is about to grab the item, the security guard comes around the corner. James freezes, and he doesn't know what to do. But then, the security guard smiles and says, "You're not supposed to be here! But don't worry, I won't tell anyone." James is confused, and he asks the security guard what he means. The security guard reveals that he's an undercover cop, and he's been working on this case for months. He tells James that he's free to go, and then he looks at Samantha and Andrew.

She muttered her thanks and paced around the room, the images of the dying sparrow flying across her mind. “I will be taking my leave now.” Sally rushed to him and held his hands, fidgeting. “Please don’t go; stay with me a little longer.” The detective removed her hands gently and said, “I told you it was going to be alright; this hotel has three awards for its security from the police force. You’re perfectly safe here; their security detail consists of ex-military and retired special forces guys, so there’s nothing to worry about.” The words he had said seemed to calm her down a little bit, but she was going to need more before she let this man go. “Thank you very much,” she muttered and p