Page 6 of Big Bold Security

As I finish sparring with my men I grab a clean towel and head toward my office. I love that we set up our security building to house such an elaborate gym. It makes life so much easier. I don’t notice her at first, seated in the visitor’s chair, watching me.

I roll my arm and try to see if there is any blood on my bandage, my knife wound is throbbing and it’s a miracle I didn’t tear open my stitches. I run the towel over my face, wiping at the sweat and when I draw it from my face, I am stunned to see light hazel eyes peering at me.

“You came,” I say, my eyes trailing over her low-cut dress which exposes her cleavage. This is not the same way she’d been dressed this morning but I don’t mention it. Not that I am complaining. It’s hard to do so when all my blood rushes south and tents my workout shorts.

“I… you said you were sore. I uhm… I did a short course on muscle therapy.”

“Is that so?”

“I dropped out of the course so hopefully I don’t break a bone while trying to fix you,” she jokes, trying to hide the nerves but I see through her.

She’s flustered; evident in the way her fingers squeeze the armchair and let go before repeating the process.

“Do you want to do it now? Here?” I ask and that has her sitting up, her eyes widening in horror. Despite her sassy attitude, I can see her innocence and vulnerability.

“Now? Do what?”

“Massage my arm, Scarlett.”

I watch as the panic in her eyes dissipates before her cheeks flush in a pretty rosy hue and her breath hitches.

“Uh, yeah. I can do that,” she says, reaching into her bag.”

I didn’t think her cheeks could flush any deeper but they do. She continues to dig in her bag and her search becomes frantic. Her eyes ricochet around my office, anything not to meet my gaze.

I take a step closer and lean against my desk, brushing my leg against hers. Her body visibly shudders with the skin-to-skin contact. “What’s wrong, Scarlett?”

“Uh?” she gulps, “Oh- well… uhm… I forgot to bring the ointment cream with me.” Her face is flaming now, and I can see tears of embarrassment filling her eyes.

I lower my hand and trace my fingertips over her cheek, brushing my thumb across her lips. Her lips part in exhale and when her little pink tongue darts out, swiping at my thumb, I almost come in my shorts.

Fuck!I want her.

Normally she is self-assured but right now, she is nervous, -letting me take control of the situation and I want to ravage her.

I want to worship her body.

I want to lay her bare on the same table where I have conducted so many business meetings and worship her pussy until she is weak and screaming my name.

I want to soothe her anxiety and draw out her confident side. My sarcastic, feisty beauty.

“Tell me, Scar,” I whisper, grazing her throat with my calloused fingertips, watching as her eyes flutter to a close. “Has anyone ever touched you like this?”

“What?” she murmurs, her eyes still closed, letting me play with her body.

I trace my fingers down her exposed cleavage, before brushing them over her nipples, she lets out a whimper and her eyes shoot open. A deep flush crawls down her neck and our eyes lock.

“Maverick… I…”

“Did you want me to stop?” I ask, pulling my hands away.

“No,” she hurries to say, a series of emotions flickering over her face, most predominate of all, worry. “It’s not like that. I just… I’ve never had sex and I don’t know what… Christ, this is a bad idea, right?”

She looks up to me for confirmation, but I have none. My mind is stuck on the fact that she just said that she was a virgin.

A virgin. My feisty little nurse is untouched by any man. A primal need to possess her body engulfs me as her words filter in and just like that, I want to claim her.

Mark her so that anyone else who comes close will know that she already belongs to me. That she belongs to someone who would walk through fire to protect her.

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