“What are you begging for, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to stop teasing and fuck me. Please,” she whined.
I pushed my thumb deeper into her ass. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “So good.”
“Do you want my cock in there too?”
Without hesitation, she said, “Yes, please.” All with way too much enthusiasm.
Those were the only words I needed to hear. That sweet little ass of hers was about to become mine too.
I pulled my cock out, and leaned forward, licking in and around the rim of her ass, making it as wet as possible. I pulled back a fraction and slid a finger into her. She moaned harder.
“Ready, baby?”
She nodded, her breaths heavy.
“Sure about this?” I knew she’d never done it before. Anal was a completely different level, but she still wanted it.
“Yes,” she insisted. “Please.”
Sitting up tall, I pumped my cock slowly, bringing the thick tip to her tiny virgin hole.
I pressed into it and she gasped, gripping the sheets like her life depended on it. “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop,” I murmured when the head was fully in.
“No. Keep going. Don’t stop,” she demanded breathless, pushing back lightly. I kept going, slower this time. I had to be gentle. My cock looked so big in her tiny ass, but it was so fucking sexy watching it sink deeper, disappearing. I was glad she didn’t want me to stop.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight, Chanel,” I groaned. She moaned again, and her whimpering and moaning became louder and louder until I was completely inside. “Oh, shit,” I rasped. “That’s all of me, baby. I’m deep in your ass. You like how that feels?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, it’s so big. You feel so good.”
I started a light stroke, holding her waist. Soft and easy for this little girl. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to handle me going too hard.
She squirmed, sighing my name. Shit, I was so hard inside her. So fucking close to coming.
It didn’t even take long for it to happen. I could only hold off for so long now. This was the pinnacle—being so deep in her ass I couldn’t even see straight.
Her ass was wrapped so tight around my cock that with each stroke, it was only bringing me closer and closer to climax. I brought a hand down and played with her clit, swirling the pad of my fingers around it, and it was just enough.
She threw her head back and cried out, but I pushed her head back down, making her scream into the mattress instead. It was still loud, but not loud enough to hear outside the room, I hoped.
I shuddered as a groaned vibrated through me and I watched this sweet girl come with my cock in a place she’d never shared with anyone else before.
“Fuck, your ass feels amazing.” I throbbed hard, and then I came in her ass, twitching and moaning with each squirt.
She collapsed after I emptied myself inside her, and I pulled out, rolling onto my back.
We both breathed heavily, chests sinking and rising. I shut my eyes for a second, thinking about what we’d just done. Her dad was four doors down. What in the hell was I doing? I caved. I always caved so quickly for her.
I craved her day and night—all of it so sudden. I was so damn weak when she climbed on my lap, wanting nothing more than to feel her wet, hot pussy all over again.
It was almost an addiction—a hopeless, overwhelming addiction.
This wasn’t like me, and the sad part? I couldn’t figure out how to stop it.
“Oh my gosh,” she panted. “That’s the first time I’ve ever let anyone back there.”
I smirked. “Why me?”
She shrugged. “I could tell you knew what you were doing.”
I laughed, low and deep, then pushed up on my elbow, grabbing her face between my fingers and planting my lips on top of hers. I kissed her once. Twice. Softly.
She moaned, pressing into me like she wanted more, gripping my hip and sucking on my tongue.
“Why can’t you just be mine?” I panted on her lips.
“Because you’d rather be my bodyguard instead,” she shrugged. “Like you said, you need this job.”
My head shook. “Yeah, I need it. It’s…complicated.”
“I have all night,” she responded. “Explain how.”
“Not tonight.” I sat up, peering toward the door. It was still quiet out there. Good.
“When will you? I just don’t understand,” she responded. “You’re so private. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad…can it?”
“Honestly, I just don’t want to think or talk about it right now. Taking this job was my new start. A fresh start. I don’t want to think about the past, Chanel.”
She narrowed her eyes and sat up. “Fine. Whatever.” She stepped off the bed, picking up her gown. “But if you plan on sticking around and being my bodyguard, while also having illicit sex with me, then you’re going to have to explain one day, Kobe. I’m not a fan of secrets.”
Oh, I knew it. Chanel was persistent. One day she was going to get me to crack, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be ready for it.
She walked to the door, gripping the doorknob. “See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, superstar.”
Her eyes rolled, she sucked her teeth, and then she walked out, tiptoeing her way back to her bedroom.
NINETEEN
Chanel
The next morning, the sunlight was pouring through my window. I rolled over and the first thing I felt was soreness in my rear end.
Oh, yeah. Right…
I sighed, just thinking about it. After having a bottle of wine to myself, I think I got a little carried away last night and ended up getting more than expected.
Not that I minded.
I got up and washed quickly, hearing voices downstairs. After getting dressed I walked out of the room, looking across the hallway at Kobe’s door. His door was wide open, but he was nowhere in sight.
Walking down the stairs, I made way to the kitchen, where Dad and Nicole were already standing. Nicole’s lower back was pressed to the edge of the counter, a slice of whole-wheat toast in her hand. Dad had his elbows on the counter, nursing a mug of coffee.
“Bad hangover, huh?” I laughed, walking around the counter to kiss him on the cheek.
“Sweetie,” he sighed. “Don’t even ask.” He gave me a big hug. “Sleep well?”
“Just great.” I pulled away, walking next to Nicole for the coffee. I poured myself a mug. “Morning,” I sang to her and her eyes grew rounder.
“Well, someone seems really chipper this morning.” She wiggled her eyebrows, giving me a look like she knew something was up. She could make all the assumptions she wanted, ask with her eyes however much she wanted to, but I wasn’t going to spill.
“Just feeling great about the charity event today,” I said. “I invited a lot of people. Hopefully we get a bigger donation this year.”
Dad merely ignored us, sipping his coffee. Nicole nodded her head, pushing off the counter. “Speaking of, there are a few more people I want to call and follow up with.” She pointed to the patio door where the pool was. That’s when I noticed the people out there with boxes and containers in hand. “Breakfast is being set up out there. Catered by your mom’s favorite breakfast spot in Beverly Hills. Dash of Syrup”
I smiled at her. See, this was why I didn’t think she was all bad. She cared. She really did, even though she tried too hard sometimes and was over-the-top about a lot of things, she still made great effort. I also appreciated her for being there for my dad. I knew I couldn’t be around for him as much as before, so I was glad he had her to lean on.
“Don’t you want to join us?” I asked.
“I will after I wrap up a few calls. Go and enjoy yourself. Relax before the event starts tonight.”
I smiled. “Thanks, Nicole.” With a smile, she took off, heading up the stairs, most likely to Dad�
�s office. “Come on, Dad. Let’s get some food in your belly.”
I walked toward the patio door and he trotted after me. He sat down in the chair across from me, and our eyes scanned all the food. Blueberry and raspberry pancakes, hot maple syrup, omelets, and my favorite of all, bacon.
“Oh, this is perfect.” I grabbed a few slices of bacon and a blueberry pancake.
“We wanted you to relax today, Nelly.” Nelly. I pretended the name didn’t cause a squeeze around my heart. That was Mom’s nickname for me. As if Dad noticed the smile slightly slip from my lips, he changed the subject and asked, “So how do you like having Kobe as your bodyguard?”
I avoided his eyes after that question, biting the bacon. “He’s cool.”
“Is he like the others, or better?”
“Hmm.” Oh, he’s better all right. I shrugged. “He’s good. He does his job.”
“Good. Just want to make sure he’s worth the fourteen-thousand dollars we’ll be paying him bi-weekly.”
“You’re paying him fourteen-thousand dollars? Are you guys insane!”
“No. We’re logical. I see you going to great places, Chanel. Eventually you will need more than one bodyguard.” He eyed me seriously. “I like that he is determined. I saw him leave this morning and go for a jog. He stays healthy. Keeps his distance. He doesn’t ask for much.”
I smashed my lips together, grabbing the jug of orange juice and pouring some into my glass.
“Before he took this job, he was off for a whole year and I can’t figure out why. He didn’t go deeper into it, other than to say it was personal and necessary, so it made me a bit suspicious at first. But, we all have things we don’t wish to share with anyone else. Sometimes we just need a break from life. I don’t think I have much to worry about with him. We did our research. He’s very hard on himself and he seems like a decent, well put-together man.
“Why take a year off without explaining, if this is a full-time job? Did he have a baby with someone? Did someone die? And if that were the case, why would he need to be so secretive about it?” I was loaded with questions, and with each one, Dad’s eyes became more and more serious. Shit, I’d given away too much.
Dad looked at me sternly, waving a finger after popping a piece of pancake into his mouth. “I don’t know, Chanel, but I know how you are, so don’t go digging. Keep to yourself and worry only about yourself. Stay out of his personal life. It’s not your business and it’s not where you belong.” He finished chewing the piece of pancake. “He knows if he tries anything with you or even tries to get too close, he’s fired and his reputation is tarnished. I will not have it.”
I let out a sharp breath, slouching back in my chair with my cup of orange juice in hand. Kobe was a quiet man, and he was hiding something. I figured.
But secrets, no matter how big or small, always came to light somehow. I wanted to know what he was hiding. Then again, I worried that if I found out the truth, it would make me look at him in a completely different way.
TWENTY
Chanel
Kobe showed up about twenty minutes after Dad and I finished breakfast. I was in my room when I saw him treading along, stepping into his room across the hall, pulling his sweaty shirt over his head and revealing perfect abs. Three rows of muscle, slick with sweat.
He kicked his shoes off, and as if he felt me looking, he glanced over his shoulder. Our eyes locked for a moment. I focused on his lips next, how supple they were. He was breathing heavily after his jog, broad chest rising and sinking.
Kobe was a work of art—he was glorious in all the right places and in all the right ways. I wanted to run right toward him and climb him like a tree, feel his big arms wrap around me right before he tossed me on his bed and took me.
He turned all the way to look at me, his shorts low on his hips, revealing the start of a deep V carved in his waist. I shifted in my seat in front of the vanity, unable to pull away as he dipped his thumbs beneath the hem of them and slid them down. His boxers went down with them, and he stood there, his thick cock hanging between his legs. He gripped it and was still watching me when I met his gaze again.
He got harder and harder, stroking his cock, watching me intently. God, he was testing me. Dad was downstairs and Nicole was still in the office down the hallway. She could have walked out that door at any given moment, caught him in the act, but I didn’t want him to stop.
And sure enough, he didn’t. He pumped his cock faster, and to help him get there, I spread my legs open and pulled my dress up, showing him what I knew he’d love to see. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could hear his groan from across the hallway.
“Play with yourself,” he mouthed, and my breaths became shallow as I lowered my hand, propping my other on the bench. I sucked on my middle finger, making it wet before pressing it on my clit and swirling it in tiny circles.
Kobe’s head fell back just a little, his cock hard and glistening at the tip now. He stroked faster, his hand tight around the shaft, the tip swollen. Veins popped up on his neck; he was close, so close, and I gasped as I dipped a finger into my pussy, realizing how wet I was from just watching.
He groaned harder and then he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard through his nostrils, his cum spilling all over the floor. He came hard and fast, his large body shuddering with the final pumps.
“Fuck,” I heard him rasp.
I pulled my hand away, and then I heard a door creak open and Nicole’s voice interrupted. I shoved my dress down as footsteps started up, but when I looked ahead, Kobe’s door was already closed.
Nicole came into view and looked at me, her phone glued to her ear. She narrowed her brows when she saw me, looking around the room before lowering her phone, covering the receiver, and asking, “What’s wrong? You look bothered.”
I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
She still seemed concerned, but I was relieved she was on an important call. “Yeah, I’m still here,” she said, putting the phone to her ear again. She gave me a sideways glance, and then marched down the stairs.
I looked at Kobe’s door, unleashing the trapped breath in my lungs, wanting so badly to run to his room and beg him for more.
Sheesh. What in the hell was this man doing to me?
By the time the sun had set, people were already making their way through the doors of Dad’s mansion, dressed in expensive designer clothes and smelling like expensive cologne and perfume.
This was the part I always liked—dressing up for the big occasion, everyone gathering under the large, white canopy tent with drinks in hand, listening to the live band play and a bartender serve drinks up at the built-in bar.
Nicole helped me pick out the dress I was wearing—a red off-the- shoulder half-sleeve asymmetrical dress that led into a train in the back, but still showed my legs in the front. It was formal, simple, and still sexy.
I stood by the bar, next to Nicole while she spoke to a few Beverly Hills realtors, scanning the area. I looked at the patio door and finally saw the man I was looking for.
Kobe.
He stepped out in something I never thought I’d see him in—a suit. And along with that suit? A red tie. Red. It surprised me. It’s like we’d read each other’s minds.
He walked by several of the guests, pulling at the collar of his shirt, sighing hard when he found a quiet, empty space by one of the tent poles. I lifted my glass of champagne and sipped from it. Like he was looking for me too, he scanned the perimeter before finally locking on me. His gaze swooped up and down. His eyes seemed hungry then, filled with a scorching fire I knew all too well.
The same fire that blazed when he took that first stroke inside me, or watched me while his head was between my legs.
He swallowed hard and I smirked over my glass.
It didn’t take long for that to be interrupted. Dad met up with him, stealing his attention, and shook his hand while talking rapidly. Kobe didn’t look at me once while my dad spoke to him.
&n
bsp; The party became loud and a little busier after about an hour. There were several tables set up where people played Poker, their winnings becoming donations to the charity. They were having fun, but I wasn’t having nearly as much fun as I could have been.
I pulled my cellphone out of my clutch after grabbing my third drink, feeling a tad tipsy at that point, and sent Kobe a ridiculous text.
Me: Meet me upstairs?
I found him across the way, and watched as he retrieved his phone. He checked it and then lifted his head, glaring and shaking his head. He looked down, his thumbs clicking on the phone, before tucking it into his back pocket.
My phone vibrated.
Kobe: I’m working
I rolled my eyes and he looked away.
“Ugh.” He was such a buzz kill.
Just as I started sipping my champagne, a hand touched my shoulder and I turned around, meeting familiar blue eyes. It was Mr. Clement. He lived in the house next door. I smiled when I saw him and he did the same.
I remembered Mr. Clement well. He wasn’t much older than me—only thirty. I met him when I was twenty and had spent the summer here before a three-week work trip to Belize. He ran the beach every morning and I would watch him because he had the most amazing body. He wasn’t married—an billionaire architect who had a hectic schedule—and he had no kids. I also had a raging crush on him when I was younger, but that dimmed down when my life became just as hectic.
“Chanel,” he sang my name, smiling with his pearly white teeth. His blond hair was styled with gel, and he wore an immaculate three-piece suit. In his hand was a short tumbler filled halfway with amber liquid. “My, how you’ve grown.”
I grinned, blushed. “Nice seeing you, Mr. Clement.”
“Pleasure’s all mine.” He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m always glad when your father hosts this charity event here.”
“Yeah? Why is that?” I tilted my head when he released my hand.
“Because it always gives us a chance to catch up.”
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