“Just for an hour or so. I’m worried he’ll come again,” I murmured. “Shit, he’s probably still watching me.”
“I can always keep watch outside the door,” he replied, pointing back with his thumb.
I knew he could, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted him inside. With me. I stood up, walking his direction. He lifted his chin, looking down at me as I stopped in front of him.
“Stay. Please. Just…just until I feel better.”
He looked me over once, and as he did, I felt my bottom lip tremble. When he noticed, he let out a deep sigh and nodded his head slowly, shutting the door and walking over to stand in front of my window.
With a sigh of relief, I walked to the small corner where my king-sized bed was and took my hat off, stripping out of my clothes quickly. I’d started changing into a pair of shorts and a white tank when I felt eyes on me.
I looked over and Kobe jerked his gaze away, putting his focus outside the window again.
Oh. Right.
I was so used to changing clothes in front of literally anyone during the lingerie fashion shows. I’d even endured a few nip-slips here and there due to wardrobe malfunctions.
But this was my bodyguard.
He wasn’t just anyone. It was wrong for him to see me getting undressed.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He didn’t respond.
With a sigh, I walked to my kitchen and took out a shot glass and my favorite drink. Whiskey. I filled my glass before bringing the rim to my lips with shaky hands and gulped it down like water.
It burned going down, hitting me hard. It’d been three months since I last had a drink. I’d been so busy and I knew it was stupid to drink before a shoot, but after that altercation, I needed some kind of comfort.
He got so close…he could have done anything to me.
My heart still raced, thinking about all the ways he could have hurt me.
I poured myself another shot.
“I don’t think you should be drinking so much,” Kobe said. “You have a shoot tomorrow. Have to wake up at six a.m.”
“I’ll be fine,” I responded, chucking the next shot down.
He pressed his lips.
“Can you, like, sit or something?” I asked, waving a hand toward my sofa. “You’re making me feel awkward and uncomfortable.”
“I should really be standing outside the door Chanel, or at least going to put a shirt on. I shouldn’t even be in here right now.” I felt his gaze searing into me as I downed my fourth shot. I was certain putting a shirt on was the last thing on his mind. I put the whiskey back in the liquor cabinet and rinsed the shot glass with warm water.
“I’ll have to tell your dad about Matthew Hall,” he said. Hearing Matthew’s name made the hairs on my spine tingle. I walked to the sofa, slouching down in my favorite corner and drew my legs up to my chest.
“I won’t tell them what happened if you don’t, or about me wanting to go alone. That way you won’t get in trouble for it,” I said. “We can say he tried to attack me while I was walking with you from the store.”
“Sure. That works.” He was quiet for a moment and then turned away from the window to face me. “Did you lead him on?” he asked, his voice gruff. “Matthew Hall?”
“What?” I snapped, whipping my head to look at him. “No! I didn’t even let him inside my old apartment because he was such a creep! He always stayed outside. From the moment I saw him, I knew there was something wrong with him. I just ignored it because most bodyguards are usually very…stand-offish.”
“Hmm,” was all he said, like he wasn’t sure what to believe.
His question annoyed me.Ugh.
The whiskey was starting to hit me. All of the emotions were charging through me. My phone vibrated on the table and I dug in the plastic bag, taking it out and checking it. It was a text from Skye.
Instead of getting the chance to cancel on her, she’d cancelled on me to hang out with a guy she’d just met during a shoot. I was glad because I really didn’t feel like explaining why we couldn’t hang out. But on the other hand, I needed her. I needed someone to talk to right now.
I needed my mom. God, I missed her so much. Times like these were when I really needed her hugs to warm me up and comfort me.
I was in full-blown panic mode and tears immediately stung my eyes.
Before I could stop it, I sniffled, dropping my face into the palms of my hands. The last time I cried was four months ago, when my douche of an ex-boyfriend broke my heart and cheated on me with another model.
I promised myself I would never feel as useless as I did when I found out, yet here I was, sobbing on my sofa with my new, shirtless bodyguard standing less than four steps away. He was probably looking at me like I was a damn psycho.
I wouldn’t have blamed him if he left the room and gave me time to let it all out. It wasn’t his job to comfort me or make me feel better. He was only here for one thing: to protect me while in public. And I didn’t even let him do that.
“God, I’m sorry,” I blubbered. “I don’t usually cry like this. Seriously. I don’t.” I swiped hard at my face, eyes fixed on the glass table, utterly ashamed. “He just really scared the shit out of me. I didn’t think I’d ever see that man again.”
“It’s okay. It’s what I’m here for. It’s also okay to cry,” he murmured. I expected him to leave after airing his statement. I figured his words were a way to make me feel better while not making this entire situation too awkward.
But, he didn’t leave.
Instead, he walked around my coffee table to get to the other side of the sofa and took a seat. We both sat there in silence.
I didn’t look at him. I was too embarrassed.
I heard the leather crunch as he shifted, and then his hand was on my shoulder. It slid down to the middle of my back and he rubbed me there, his thumb lightly stroking my spine.
I could hear him breathing, smell the lightly scented cologne on his skin.
When he touched me every one of my senses spiked.
And when I lifted my head and found his eyes, I felt the air slip right out of my lungs. He was even more beautiful up close.
Perfectly chiseled jaw. Hair messy like he’d constantly been shoving his fingers through it.
This man…this man had just saved my life.
Though it was a part of his job, anything could have happened. Matt could have had a gun and shot Kobe. He could have been seriously hurt. Something worse could have gone down, but he stepped up to the plate.
Maybe it was just for his career’s sake, but deep in my gut, I felt like he was truly doing what he did for me, going so far as to threaten Matt’s life.
He studied my face as I did his, and then…well, I don’t know what came over me next.
One moment I was sitting there, staring into his eyes through damp lashes, and the next, I was on his lap, my lips on his, desperate for a taste of him.
He gripped me, groaning hard as I moaned, his hands shifting down to my waist. God, his lips were so soft and they tasted sweet, like fruit.
He almost kissed me back—almost spread his lips to give me access—but he didn’t.
“Chanel,” he groaned, and his voice was my wake-up call.
Shit! What the hell am I doing? I jerked away in an instant, scrambling back to my side of the sofa again.
“Oh, my gosh,” I whispered, wiping the pad of my thumb over my bottom lip. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he told me, eyes sincere. “Just the drinks getting to you.”
“Yeah,” I laughed it off, but I still felt the pull. We both did and we just…sat there. We were like magnets—so drawn to each other, yet we hardly knew anything about each other. I straightened up against the arm of the sofa as he drank me in, like he was suddenly aware of how I looked.
The way he looked at me—if I hadn’t known any better, I’d say Kobe Ward wanted to finish what I’d just started.
He scanned me
with his eyes twice and breathed a little harder through parted lips before his gaze slid back to mine.
And then he moved closer.
Closer.
Until he was right there, his warm chest touching my knees. He was slow with his actions, taking his time, eyes trained on mine. Capping my knees with his large hands, he spread them apart and then dropped his right hand, letting his fingers skate down the inside of my thigh.
My breath dwindled as I stared right back at him, his soft, smooth caress searing my skin.
I wanted to say so much—ask so many things.
But instead I remained quiet.
Allowing our breaths to tangle.
Allowing our eyes to burn with desire.
His fingers continued down until he was at the edge of my shorts. He hesitated for a moment, shutting his eyes like he could almost feel me and needed to stop. But couldn’t.
“Shit,” he rasped, voice deep.
I braced myself against the sofa just as he started to pull away. “No.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him close again. “Keep going,” I begged. I clutched his muscled upper arm with desperation.
His throat bobbed, and I was so relieved when he lowered his hand again. He tickled the lips of my pussy with his fingers, playing with me.
I held him tighter, breath catching when he spread the lips apart and skimmed my clit with the pad of his thumb. I felt another finger at the entrance of my pussy and I gasped as he lightly applied pressure to both places.
Kobe locked his eyes on my lips and slid his middle finger deep inside me. The action was so slick and easy, but I felt the immediate pressure as he hit a tender spot. I’d never felt anything like it before—not even with Riley
“Christ, you are soaking wet, Chanel,” Kobe groaned against my lips. “Do I really turn you on that much?”
I nodded, dropping my forehead on top of his.
“Speak,” he commanded, playing with my pussy. “Tell me, do I really?”
“Yes,” I sighed, and he thrust his finger deeper, his thumb still pressed on my clit.
“You know damn well we shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured, breath warm on my skin. “I never do shit like this.”
“You don’t want me?” I pleaded.
He focused on my eyes, using his other hand to grab my wrist and place it on his lap. When I felt his erection beneath the cotton fabric, my lips parted.
“That explain how badly I want you right now?” he questioned, voice husky and heavy.
I gasped as he worked his fingers faster. Dropping my arms, my head fell back and my eyes shut as he worked magic with his fingers. In and out. Thrust after beautiful, delicious thrust.
“Feels so good,” I breathed, his lips were feathery light on mine. “Please don’t stop.”
And he didn’t. Not for a second. No, in fact he went a little faster, a little deeper. His lips maneuvered their way down to suck on the crook of my neck. I could hear the groans bubbling in his chest, desperate to be unleashed.
This was wrong. I knew it.
But it felt so good. Too damn good.
What the hell had gotten into me?
Dad couldn’t find out about this. No one could find out about this. I didn’t want Kobe to get fired because of something I wanted. But I knew my dad. He was strict with the men he employed to keep an eye on me. With all that in mind, I should have been telling Kobe to run. Go. Don’t get caught up in this, but I was being a very stupid, very selfish girl.
Kobe sucked lightly on my neck, pulling me from my worried thoughts. “Come for me,” he said, dragging his lips up to the shell of my ear. “I want to feel how tight and wet your pussy can get.”
His words were my undoing, his voice like dark, smooth silk. I clutched him tight and then threw my arms around the back of his neck, letting out one of the loudest cries I’d ever heard myself make.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “I can feel it, baby. I feel you coming for me.”
I shuddered as he finished me off, lightly swirling his thumb around my clit, drawing out every ounce of ecstasy and release.
I panted, my entire body heavy as I dropped my arms and my back hit the arm of the sofa again.
I looked at him just as he pulled his fingers away.
“Fuck,” he cursed, sliding back and then standing up.
“What?” I asked, breathless. He adjusted his gray sweatpants and sweet lord, his cock was so hard beneath that thin layer. I almost got the urge to pull his pants down, get a good look at it and suck it. I truly wondered how big he was, how thick the tip was, how heavy his balls would feel in my hands.
I needed to get it together.
He raked a hand through his hair and took a step back. “We can’t do that again, Chanel.” He said the words, but the way he looked at me told me he wanted to devour me right where I sat. “I need this job. It’s all I’ve got. Can’t get fired anytime soon. You understand, right?”
No, I didn’t understand. It sounded like a loaded question, personal at best. But he was right. And he gave me something I wanted, so I didn’t ask questions or argue with him.
Instead, I said, “Yeah. I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” He stepped back, but he was still so hard. Good thing he was a whole floor up from me.
“We both have to be up early,” he said. “You should try and get some rest. Security is keeping watch at the front desk and I’m only a floor up. You can always text me if something doesn’t feel right.”
I nodded as he started for the door. “Okay. Yeah.” I tucked my hair behind my ears. “Sure.”
He gripped the knob and twisted it, pulling it open and walking out. No goodbye, goodnight, or see you in the morning.
None of that.
With just one heated, hungry glance over his shoulder, he was gone.
SEVEN
Kobe
It was my job to protect her no matter what she wanted or what she thought was right, and if I hadn’t seen that Matthew Hall motherfucker following her, she could have been in more trouble and I could have been fired from one of the best paying jobs I’d ever had.
It wasn’t going to happen ever again. Not on my watch.
He had his chance and he fucked it up.
She was mine to protect and watch over now and no one else’s.
But that was only one problem and that problem didn’t have shit on what’d just gone down on her sofa.
What the fuck was I thinking, doing that to her? I knew better—I fucking knew better. I never mixed business with pleasure but she was just sitting there. Half-naked, wearing those short-as-hell shorts and a white tank top that didn’t do a damn thing to hide her tight, swollen nipples.
That body of hers was even sexier up close—better than it looked on the billboards and lingerie posters. When she stripped down to her panties, the first thought that crossed my mind was how badly I wanted to rip them the fuck off.
I wanted to suck the hell out of her nipples., I wanted my cock buried in her pussy instead of my fingers and, fuck, she was so wet. So ready for me to slide right in.
I had to walk away. If I hadn’t, I would have fucked that girl until her pussy was sore.
As soon as I got to my place, I walked to the bathroom and started up the shower, taking off my sweats and stepping into the steamy glass box. The water poured over me, running through my hair, over my face and body.
I lathered up with Irish Spring, running the soap over my chest and then gliding my palm down, over my cock. When I placed the bar of soap on the holder, I realized I was still as hard as a fucking rock.
Shit.
It’d been weeks since my last fuck.
The last time it happened, it was quick and meaningless. She was an escort—a woman I called up and paid to have a good time with for three hours. She catered to my every whim but it wasn’t what I expected. There was no connection with that escort, no electricity or buzz.
There was nothing, and it didn’t truly satisfy me.
But with Chanel…shit. I felt everything and it’d been a while since I felt something so powerful. Her breath on my skin, her juicy tits pressing on my chest as she clung to me, coming all over my goddamn fingers…
But she was my client.
I couldn’t keep thinking about her this way. I needed this job. After being absent for a year straight, unpaid and living off my savings, I needed it to start over. Rebuild. Create a new life.
But, even so, I couldn’t stop what needed to be done. I was going to be hard all night if I didn’t do anything about it.
Sliding my hand down over the suds, I wrapped it around my stiff cock. I stroked slowly at first, squeezing my eyes shut as I turned around and let the water run over me.
I pumped faster, thinking about how perfect her tits looked when she took her bra off, those supple, taut pink nipples pointed, begging to be sucked. I stroked my dick faster, groaning, wishing I could come on that perfect ass of hers instead of the shower wall. Hell, coming inside her would have been even better.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, giving my cock three final pumps as I squirted all over the wall.
It was a shame because I knew this was just the start of it.
I wanted my client bad.
But it was just my luck that I couldn’t have her.
EIGHT
Chanel
I felt refreshed the next morning—ready to take on the world.
I took a shower and washed my hair, though I didn’t put much effort into doing it when I got out. I brushed it, tossed it up in a damp ponytail, and changed into a pair of jeans, a chunky blue sweater, and a patterned scarf.
The studio could handle this wild mane of mine.
I was ready to tackle the day and still couldn’t get last night out of my head. I went to sleep, pretty much forgetting about the altercation with Matt because Kobe was heavy on my mind. I felt good for the first time in weeks.
But as I walked out of my door, I saw Kobe standing there with a somber look, and my smile collapsed. He stood across from my door but his eyes were distant from mine, lips in a solid, flat line.
“Good morning,” I said, hoping he just wasn’t a morning person.
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