Page 2 of Innocent and Sweet

“Ms. Dunn.” Kam’s tone hitched a bit, but his expression remained blank.

She removed his sunglasses. Looking into his eyes was much better -- and scary as hell. She pursed her lips. Was she coming across as sexy? Shoot. Now she wished she’d left his sunglasses in place so she could use the reflection. Too late now. She licked her lips. If she was going to make a move, she needed to do it already. She draped her arms around his neck. “I need you to help me.”

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“Ma’am.” Kameron met her gaze. He held his emotions in check, but she tried his patience. He’d dreamed of this moment -- holding Anissa Dunn, her wanting him and begging for his hands on her body. He yearned to be more than her bodyguard. He loved having her in his embrace. She felt right against him. The jacket and boots gave her an edge, but the crimson shade of her dress brought out the paleness of her skin. She embodied sweet and innocent, but the naughty side of her craved freedom. Every ounce of him wanted to please her, but she was off-limits. He could lust after her all he wanted and fantasize about the ways he desired to show his appreciation, but until she was free, he had no chance with her.

Her eyes sparkled. “Kam?”

“Yes, Ms. Dunn?” His cock hardened beneath his zipper. If she wriggled once more, she’d know he was turned-on.

“Will you teach me how to kiss?” She toyed with his jacket. “I’m told you’re a professional.”

He damn near swallowed his tongue. Anissa never asked him for things like this. She kept her questions to requests for ice cream or to go for rides on his motorcycle. Sauciness wasn’t her style.

She scooted forward, rubbing her chest against his. “Please?”

Something flesh-colored slipped free from the bustline of her dress. The item bulged between her breasts. He couldn’t help but stare. What the hell did she have coming out of her dress?

“Well?” Anissa pursed her lips and batted her lashes. As he waited, her smile fell. The color drained from her face. “You’re not into me, are you?”

“Ms.…” Who was he kidding? He liked her a lot and not in platonic ways. “Anissa.” He stilled her hands. The flesh-colored item bulged between her breasts. A bust enhancer. She didn’t need to fix herself. She was perfect the way God made her. “You’re falling apart.”

“What?” Her eyes widened. “Kam?”

He touched the gel form. “Honey, you don’t need this.” And he wouldn’t let her go out into public with one curvy boob and one flat one, or with a breast pad hanging out.

She frowned, then attempted to snatch the fake breast from him. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Kameron refused to give her the padding. He fixed his attention on her bust. The dress concealed the enhancement she’d added, and the curves didn’t work for her lithe frame. “Why are you padding your chest?” He preferred her slender body. “You don’t need this.”

“Yes, I do.” She folded her arms, bunching the bodice of her dress over her chest. “I can’t fill out this dress without those.”

“Wrong.”

She kept her gaze on his, but she said nothing.

“It was hard to talk to you with a fake tit coming out of your dress.” He refused to give the falsie back. Until she learned he accepted her warts and all, he’d keep the fake stuff out of her hands.

“I’m sure it was.” She blushed from her hairline to her chest. “Will you tell the driver to return to the house, if he hasn’t already? I’ll change. My plan didn’t work quite the way I wanted.” She left his lap and her skirt snagged, exposing her bare bottom.

Holy fucking shit. His sweet and innocent heiress was trying to seduce him. The second she said she wanted him to teach her to kiss, he should’ve guessed her endgame.

He sat on the edge of the set. “I can’t protect you if I don’t have all the information.” He stared at the crimson staining her lips… and were those sparkles on her shoulders? She’d planned a night out, but not at the hospital. With him? Realization swept over him. She’d gone to great lengths to go on a date with him. The event at the hospital was a true surprise to her. “You knew nothing about the cancer center opening, did you?”

“No one said a word to me.” She settled on the opposite seat. “Oh well.”

“What did you have in mind for tonight?” He rested his elbows on his knees. The pressure on his dick calmed some of his need for her, but not much. She’d clouded his thoughts. He should be upset with her but wasn’t. She’d done something on her own. Had she chosen him because she liked him, too, or because he was the closest thing she had to an available man? A thought occurred to him. She could dump him once she got the experience she craved.

Nah.

“Well, my plans didn’t include losing half my chest.” Her blush deepened. “I’m lopsided.”

“It’s a good look for you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to take them back. “Sorry.”

“Great. When I goof up, it’s good. Keeps me in my place.” She slid toward the door. “We’re at the front of the house. I’ll change.”

Before he could stop her, Anissa left the limo and ran into the mansion.

He groaned. She wasn’t a package or item. She wasn’t a piece of ass. She was a person. A warm, sweet, strong but delicate woman. She had feelings, and he had to see her as a human being. He’d admired her for the last five years. She’d blossomed. Sure, he appreciated when she wore makeup and had her hair done, but he liked her natural best.

But now she wanted nothing to do with him. He had to fix the situation and convince her to hear him out. He wasn’t going to let anyone else touch her now that he knew she wanted his attention.

If she wanted to kiss, entice a man, be accepted on her own terms… to be fucked by him… then he’d be her teacher. Fuck the rules. He wanted her more than his next breath.

He left the luxury car and spoke into his mic. “Change of plans. Will have to go off-script. She’s prepping for the hospital gig. Will advise when we’re ready to move.” She hadn’t gone to the lengths of dressing to turn him on for nothing. Time to smooth things over and show his good-natured girl how wonderful naughty could be.

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