Page 1 of Bodyguard Daddy

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COLLIN

Fishnet stockings. Small diamond-shaped holes trailing over the contours of a voluptuous frame that forces my eyes to commit every inch to memory.

There’s something primal inside of me that wants to bend her over, tear a hole in the fishnets and fuck her until she’s creaming over my cock like a good little girl. But that’s no way to treat a senator’s daughter.

Cory Girard has the legs of a goddess as she takes long strides down the street toward the next bar with a group of people I’m not sure she’s friends with. This is the third place tonight.

There’s a hint of sadness behind her bold blue eyes. As she laughs at jokes that aren’t funny, she’s affable, but traits like that come with the job of being a politician’s daughter. They stop at a nightclub on the bustling downtown strip of West Cucina, Nevada. We’re a few miles away from Vegas, so the nightlife tries to keep up with the strip but barely comes close.

The arid desert air doesn’t stop her long blonde hair from flouncing about behind her. I need to feel those strands sliding between my fingers before they twirl around my knuckles. Pulling her hair tight as I drive myself in and out of her tender walls is what I want, but I can’t. So I keep my fantasies locked away in order to do my job.

It’s just after one in the morning, and she has a full day of campaign events that starts in a few hours. After checking my watch again, I follow Cory’s group to a bar, where the bouncer stops me with a firm hand on my chest.

“Whose list are you on?” The guy asks, noticeably uncomfortable in a shirt that’s a size too small.

“Bjorn Girard.” The senator’s name isn’t normally a way to get into any establishment like this, but once I knew Cory’s plans for the night, I called ahead to a bunch of places. The guy who uses the senator’s name is there to guard the daughter and they’re not to interfere.

There’s an overwhelming swarm of douchebags standing in line, wearing designer clothes and jewelry and desperate to show off how much money their parents have. I don’t care one way or another. I just want to be inside to keep Cory safe.

Cory needs me even if she doesn’t know it.

I can see her disappearing into the club over the bouncer’s shoulder. My patience grows thin as he eyes me for a minute longer before speaking. “It’s just you? You’re not gonna give me any grief, right?”

“I’m on my best behavior.”

He takes a step to the side, moving out of my way, but it’s too late. She disappears into the crowd, a sea of faces, until I’m able to maneuver around the dancing bodies to spot her on the opposite side of the dance floor.

I see her. I can hear her. Her giggles are floating over waves of music that sway the crowd like an ocean current. My pulse is pounding, drumming so loudly in my ears I can barely hear the music. Weaving through a sea of bodies makes me paranoid.

There are too many people between us. If anyone touches a single stitch on those stockings before me, there’s going to be hell to pay.

The closer I get, the farther she seems. Every time I get near her, she moves away, almost like she’s playing this game with me. The game’s over as I see her being shuffled outside through the back door of the club.

I hurry to catch up to her, hoping she doesn’t hop in a cab and disappear into the night. The door is heavy, scraping against the metal frame before I force it open. The guy’s right there beside Cory, who’s pointing at me and stammering, “See? I told you some weird hot guy was following us. Do something, Darryl!”

The guy sighs, glancing between me and Cory. He shakes his head. “My name’s Josh.”

“Josh, Gregory, whatever. Do something about this!” she orders him, and like the good little doggie he is, the guy approaches me.

Before he can say anything, I grip him tightly by the shoulder, keeping my voice low and telling him, “Bro, you don’t want to do this with me. She’s spoken for.”

“My bad, man. I just met her earlier tonight. I didn’t know she was taken.” He grunts in pain, with my grip tightening to the point he’s leaning into it.

“She belongs to me,” I snarl a warning that continuing this conversation isn’t going to end well.

Once I let him go, he takes off out of the alley. Turning to Cory, I’m angry because this is dangerous. She can’t just walk out of a club at one in the morning with a random guy.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” She charges toward me, finger in my face, yelling, “You’ve been following me all night and I think yesterday too. What’s your problem, man?”

Her voice is raspy, sending chills of anticipation rippling across my chest. Her curvaceous frame fills out a sparkly dress with matching shoes. She’s dressed like a typical girl out on the town, but even with an expression rife with anger, she’s fucking beautiful.

“Is that? Are you? Are you fucking smiling at me right now?” Cory’s fuming as she balls her fist, cocks it back, and actually takes a swing at me. She misses and, in her sexy-as-hell heels, spins herself off balance.

I refuse to let her fall, reaching out to keep her upright. A subtle groan escapes my throat as I hold her against me, soft curves in my hands for a second too long before I let her go.

“You got it?” I ask her, tipping my head to the side to make sure she’s steady.

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