by Amy Brent
“Tonight’s on me,” I told her.
“Bee, I’ve got money,” Rachel said. “Come on.”
Thomas must’ve walked up behind me because she glanced over my shoulder before her eyes widened slightly.
“And who’s this prime hunk of man meat?” she asked.
“Thomas, my bodyguard. Thomas, this is Rachel, my best friend.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said.
“You know that store we went to earlier? The fashion one?”
“Yeah, with the girl you were supporting,” he said.
“That’s my younger sister,” Rachel said.
“Well, it’s nice to meet the older one, too,” he said.
The three of us walked right into the most exclusive club in the area, and I could hear the entire line groan behind us. Rachel and I headed right for the bar while Thomas sat off to the side, and we threw back a couple of shots before we grabbed a drink and headed for the dance floor. I took Rachel’s hand, and we were bobbing to the rhythm. We were giggling and sipping our drinks through their little straws, but soon, I felt a jolt come from behind me before a hand wrapped around my waist.
“Lookin’ good there, hot stuff,” a voice said in my ear.
I tried to shrug him off, and even Rachel reached over and pushed his shoulder to try and get the guy off me, but I didn’t have to wait long before Thomas swooped in and handled the situation.
“I think you should probably go find another dance partner,” he said. He loomed over the man who quickly dropped his arm from my waist, and I could see Rachel smirking at me while my neck craned to take in Thomas’s face. It was stern and powerful, strong, just like the rest of his body, and suddenly, an idea dawned upon my mind.
“Thomas,” I said. I tugged on his suit coat, and he bent his ear toward my lips. There was a small part of me that wanted to press a kiss to his ear. But I suppressed the urge and asked him a question I was hoping he would say yes to.
“Why don’t you just dance with me so no one else messes with me?”
“That actually sounds like a good idea,” he said.
My heart fluttered with anticipation when I felt him slide behind my body, and Rachel’s eyes were wide with excitement at the scene that was unfolding. A song came on with a beat I couldn’t resist, and I figured I could take my little bodyguard for a nice ride while we were out here having fun.
I started swirling my hips to the beat while Rachel found her own dance partner and lost herself in her own little world. I could tell that Thomas had his eye on the man she was dancing with, and there was something primal and sexy about him watching out for everyone else I surrounded myself with. He was a natural protector in his own habitat, but when I pushed my ass out into his crotch, his hands mindlessly slipped to my waist.
“A bit much, don’t you think?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said.
I swirled my hips deep into his pelvis and felt that raging cock slowly come to life. It grew against my ass while his arms pulled me closer to him, and soon, his dick was pressing into the crack of my ass. I raised my arms up behind me and hooked them around his neck, and his nose lightly tickled the shell of my ear. I knew I was in trouble when I could feel his breath pulsing against my neck.
Fuck, I needed him. In any way I could get him. In any way he’d allow.
I downed the rest of my drink and dropped my cup to the floor before I grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor. He followed me without a sound while we navigated our way into a dark corner, and when I shoved us into the women’s restroom, his lips attacked my neck. Every place he touched them burned with the embers of a raging fire, and his hands ran up and cupped my tits. I tilted my head to the side and captured his lips in a sloppy, teeth-clattering kiss, and he pushed us into one of the stalls and locked the door behind him.
“Fuck, Thomas,” I said. “You taste so good.”
I shoved my tongue back into his mouth and swallowed his groans with my lips. My hands ran along his head before they wrapped around his shoulders, and my fingertips dug underneath his shirt, just so I could feel the rippling muscles flexing on his back. His lips kissed down my neck before he laid his teeth into the meat of my breasts, and I leaned my head back against the wall as his hand quickly creeped up underneath my dress.
I gripped onto his back as his fingers slid up my slit. My juices pooled in my pussy folds and seeped out onto his fingers. His lips parted from my body, and our eyes connected while he brought his fingers to his lips and licked me off him. Holy fuck, this man was sexy as hell.
I captured his lips in a kiss, just to know what my silk would taste like on his tongue. He shoved his hand back between my legs and slipped two fingers deep inside of my pussy before the pad of his thumb found my clit. He circled me, slowly and torturously, twitching my legs with every swipe he afforded me. I kissed down his neck and peeled back his shirt so I could bite into his collarbone. His face sunk into the crook of my neck while I marked him as mine. I owned him, body and paycheck, and for the next few minutes, he was no one else’s but mine.
“Yes, Thomas. Right there. Just like that.”
“Hold on, beautiful,” he said. He picked me up with his free arm and pinned me against the wall. My legs hung free and shook while his fingers picked up their pace. He crooked them inside of me and found that beautiful spot that made my legs jump. His thumb soaked itself in my juices while my clit swelled underneath his touch. I raked my fingertips down his clothed back, trying desperately to gain leverage as I ground my hips down into his hand. I could feel myself leaking onto him while my excess juices ran down the insides of my thighs, all while that electric sensation started to build in my gut.
I kicked my legs, and he pinned me closer to the wall, stilling my movements while his tongue traced liquid pictures onto the skin of my neck. I could feel him panting, and I swallowed every puff of air he had to give me.
“I’m so close,” I said breathlessly. “Please, Thomas, don’t stop.”
There was a fire raging behind his eyes. The soul of a man who’d been robbed of the sight of a woman coming undone at his fingertips for far too long. I felt my body giving way to him as light beads of sweat trickled down the back of my neck. I captured his lips as my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clamping down onto his fingers while my muffled squeals and whimpers were silenced by his beautiful lips.
He ceased his movements while I trembled against his body. My head collapsed onto his shoulder, and I could feel how weak my legs were, even before he tried to set me back down. He held me to him while I recuperated, sucking on the fingers he finally pulled out from within me, just so he could taste me one last time.
“You all right?” he finally asked.
“Oh, yeah,” I said breathlessly. “I am.”
“Bridget. This really shouldn’t go any further. I’m your employee and you’re—”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it. That’s fine. Just give me a second.”
I felt his arms pick me up, and my weak legs wrapped around his waist. I laid my head against his temple, and I could feel his raging pulse against my skin. I wanted to make him come, too. I wanted to slide to my knees, pull his cock from his pants, wrap my lips around it, and swallow him whole.
But my entire body was weak against his, and he stood there for a while before he finally broke the silence again.
“Maybe we should get you home,” he said.
“Good idea,” I whispered.
Chapter 8
Thomas
Shit, I was gonna get fired.
I couldn’t believe what just happened last night with the Bridget Meyers, and I knew the moment she woke up this morning, she’d send me a text saying I was fired. Fuck. Why the hell did I drop my guard and do something like that? I was supposed to be protecting her, not taking advantage of her.
And most certainly not having sex with her.
She was kind enough to give me weekends off with my daughter, but as we got ready f
or the zoo, I couldn’t help but think that I wouldn’t have an issue with days off any longer. We got ready and got in the car, and the entire time, I kept an ear out for my phone. Every time it rang or buzzed, I jumped at the helm, waiting to see those two little words pop up in a text message from a very angry actress.
But the text message never came.
We got to the zoo, and Lacey was so happy. She kept running up toward every single exhibit and tried to tell me all about the animals. She looked so happy looking at the giraffes and the elephants and the monkeys, and she was enamored with the puffin exhibit. We stood there for almost an hour, watching those stupid puffins dive in and out of the water, and the only thing I could think about was how beautiful she looked with that smile on her face.
“You know what?” she asked.
“What, sweetheart?”
“Nannie let me stay up late last night.”
“Oh, she did, did she? And what did Papa have to say about this?”
“He was snoring on the couch. It was really loud. Nannie said we should give him a sucker to keep his mouth shut.”
I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. As far as perfect marriages go, my parents had one of the best. The only thing I ever heard my mother complain about when it came to dad was how he could pull the curtains into the room from the other side of the house with his snoring. She complained about how the walls would rattle, and talk about how she’d stuff socks in his mouth, and while I knew she was trying to get us to laugh, she really wasn’t kidding. My father’s snoring was just about as bad as it could get, and I admired her for sleeping next to it for forty years.
“What else did you guys do?” I asked.
“They let me have two helpings of spaghetti, and I even got to eat it on the couch.”
“Wow,” I said. “You guys broke all the rules.”
“Nannie said you would say that, and she told me to say that that’s what her job was if you ever said it.”
“Oh, really? She told you to say that?”
“Yep! Did I do good?”
“You did perfect, sweetheart,” I said.
We had a wonderful day eating and walking around the zoo, and on the drive home, Lacey fell asleep. I knew she’d run hard and that the sun would wear her out, so I carried her to her bed, took off her shoes, and tucked her in tight. She looked so peaceful and always fell asleep with a slight smile on her face. I leaned over to kiss her forehead just before Bridget popped into my mind again. I hadn’t heard from her all day, and part of me was starting to get worried. I shut Lacey’s door and went to go get my phone.
Just wanted to check in with you. How are you doing?
I sent her the text message and sat on the couch. I knew I was opening up a massive can of worms by initiating the conversation, but when my phone buzzed in my hand, I knew it was no longer in my control.
If I lost my job, I lost my job, and I’d simply find another one.
I’m good. Just at home with Rachel, the girl from last night.
How’s she doing? I asked.
She’s good. I’m not sure what you did to get us home, but thank you.
You’re welcome, I said.
Thank you for last night, by the way. It was really nice.
About that… am I gonna have to look for a new job? I asked. It was a valid question, and one I needed an answer to. My stomach fell to my knees when I saw her number calling through.
Here goes nothing. “Hello?”
“Why the hell would you think you’d have to look for another job?”
“Because what we did last night crossed a very serious boundary between employer and employee,” I said.
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re a contract worker and work for yourself, but that’s besides the point. You’re my favorite bodyguard I’ve ever had to employ. You’re not gonna need a new job. Especially with all the perks that come with you.”
I could hear the lustful sultriness in her voice, and my cock came to life. I swore her scent was still circling my nose, but I shook the thoughts of last night from my head and tried to reel in the conversation.
“Miss Meyers—”
“Bridget, please. We’re far past that boundary, don’t you think?”
“Yes, and that’s a problem,” I said. “Bridget, you’re a beautiful woman, but the truth is, I’m your employee, and I’m a single father. What happened last night was not ethical, and it can’t happen again.”
“I know, I know,” she said. “I was just teasing you. But let me just say, you are very skilled at what you do. I bet that tongue—”
“Bridget,” I said.
“All right, all right. Geez. Don’t get your panties in a bunch like I did last night. I promise nothing like that will happen again.”
“I’ll see you Monday morning,” I said.
“Unless I need you sooner,” she said.
“In which case, I’m only a phone call away. Have a good night, Bridget.”
“Oh, I will. I’ve got some wonderful memories to reflect on.”
She hung up the phone before I could respond, and I found myself wishing it wasn’t true. What happened last night was nothing short of perfection. The way her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and the way her pussy molded exactly to my fingertips. She was spicy and innocent, all at the same time, and the way she begged me was incredible. The only thing that would’ve made it better was if she had pulled my cock out and let me feel that throat of hers wrapped around it.
My hand slid down my pants, and my legs spread wide on the couch. My balls were hanging low with need, and my cock was already leaking onto my pants. I pulled them down my ass and let my dick bounce against my stomach while I thought about how sexy she had sounded on the phone. The smoky lust that had filled her voice vibrated in the recesses of my ears while my hand grabbed my thick dick, and I slowly pumped to the memory of her thrusts.
I bet she was in this cute little nightie number while her and her friend talked, while sitting on her bed. Those beautiful tits I’d taken a bite into last night were probably swinging free underneath the silky fabric of her gown, and my hand started to pump a little faster as I envisioned what she’d look like right now. I bet she was sprawled out on her bed while Rachel told her stories, her pussy airing out in her room while it was covered by the silk of her pajamas.
“Oh, god. Bridget.”
I imagined her tits free from her nightgown while she sank to her knees. I saw my hand wrapped around those soft, beautiful tendrils of hair while those plump lips coated in that purple lipstick streaked its color across my throbbing cock. I’d bury myself so deep down her throat, her nose would touch my skin, and soon, I was thrusting into my own hand and bucking my ass off the couch.
Bridget. Yes, god. Your mouth is so warm. Fuck. Swallow me down. Let me see you gobble it all up.
I pumped my dick faster and faster as I felt my balls curl into my body, then hot streams of come erupted and splashed all over my shirt. My legs pulled taut, and my arms trembled in ecstasy. When my ass finally collapsed back to the bed, my come leaked off to the side and slid all the way down the couch cushion.
Shit, Bridget.
That would pervade every single inch of my thoughts while I worked with her. Now that I knew what she felt like and sounded like in her most vulnerable state, I’d never be able to look at her without thinking about burying my face between those legs. I’d never be able to hear her name without remembering how sweet her tongue felt raking across my lips.
And I’d never be able to sit next to her without wanting to slip my hands in between her legs.
I was in a lot of trouble, and I loved every second of it.
Chapter 9
Bridget
I really wished things had gone further than they did Saturday night. He was a sexy man with a protective streak that called to me, and had I not been so tired from the orgasm that crashed over my body from him, I knew it would’ve gone further. The way his cock grew at the sway o
f my hips had been intoxicating, like I had this power over this beautiful man who had the strength of ten bulls. He’d picked me up like I was nothing and had pinned me to the bathroom wall. Every part of me would’ve done whatever he asked of me in that very moment.
Thomas had come in that morning and made some sort of breakfast, and I had to hide my disappointment when I came down the stairs. I wanted to throw myself at him and have him take me right on the kitchen table. I wanted to spread my naked body out for him while he ate his fill of breakfast before he dove between my legs and ate his fill of me. It’d been a long time since I had been willing and wanting to hand myself over to a man like that, but he proved his expertise Saturday night.
Shivers of pleasurable memories raked up my spine as I came into the kitchen that morning.
“Morning,” he said.
“Cooking breakfast, I see. Leave anything for me?”
“Look in the microwave,” he said.
I opened it up, and a plate of breakfast was there, waiting for me. Eggs with cheese and a colorful fruit salad sat alongside toast that was still steaming from the toaster.