Page 12 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
"We take our jobs seriously. That kind of discipline can only be found with a strict regiment to detail and routine. We have a schedule to keep. You know they don't like to deviate from the plan," Flex enthused without showing his softer side.
I took hold of his collar and pulled him closer to me. I could feel the heat of his body through my clothing. It would've been something to witness him in the gym pumping iron.
A little liquid courage impulsively convinced me to do something reckless.
I pretended to stumble and dumped the rest of my brandy all over his pristine white shirt.
I thought he was going to make a fuss yet it didn't even seem to bother him. He suddenly grabbed my hands and placed them against his chest. It was the first sign he was even interested in anything more than an employer-and-employee relationship.
The tips of my fingers moved within the fabric of his open collar. Touching his flesh enticed more than a little curiosity to see what was hiding underneath.
It soaked through his shirt and became quite transparent. The material clung to his muscles and defined his pectoral region to my hungry eyes.
A little dripped on his pants but not near enough.
I could blame the alcohol, but I had the forethought to back away from him until I was sitting in a compromising position against the windowsill. My hand made short work of the blinds to shield us from the prying eyes of anybody with a high-powered pair of binoculars.
It was unlikely anybody was lurking around trying to capture a candid shot of me doing something I shouldn't be.
"Let's talk about this," he said with his hands held out in front of him.
"This isn't a performance evaluation. I don't see any reason why we can't mix business with pleasure," I said with a tip of my head until my natural curls came loose.
His hands were placed in front of him trying to hide the specimen of his manhood. It was rock hard and stretching down the left side of his pants.
It left little to the imagination.
"You should probably take off the shirt. I might have something for you to wear. Jack is always leaving things around when he spends the night going over the next day's itinerary. It might be a tight fit but it's better than nothing." I opened the wardrobe and found three shirts in identical cobalt blue.
Jack was always a creature of habit. The man liked to have control of his environment.
Flex hesitated but I wasn't about to be denied.
"It's not like I'm asking you to take off your pants. I'll turn around to give you some privacy," I said before turning and watching him in the reflection of the window as he took off his shirt.
I momentarily lost my train of thought and gasped into my hand. He was naked from the waist up. He managed to button Jack's shirt but one strong breath would pop those buttons and send them clear across the room.
The man held his breath while I collected my briefcase.
It looked promising but something had broken the spell we were under. It was just as well. It would've made things awkward in the workplace after a few hours of getting to know each other's bodies intimately.
It was a good thing I didn't cross the invisible line in the sand no matter how delicious it might've felt at the time.
He followed from behind until we got to the elevator to see that it was stalled on the top floor.
"I need something to burn off this excess energy. Why don't we take the stairs?" I asked before taking the decision out of his hands.
I didn't take into account how difficult it would be to navigate the stairs in high heels. Being almost 40 made me comfortable in my own skin. Others my age failed to recognize the importance of maintaining a good body image.
I thought about my morning rituals and wasn't watching where I was going.
The crack of my heel was the first sign something was wrong. I lost my balance and found myself facing a very dangerous tumble down the stairs.
A strong pair of hands gripped my hips and pulled me out of harm's way. His large endowment pressed into me from behind. The heat coming off of it wasn't lost on me.
My hand came up and touched his face with my cheek against his chest. His member pumped with obvious intentions.
No words were spoken when we stared into each other's eyes. The spark I had felt before was back stronger than ever. My body demanded something more than a lingering touch.
