Page 6 of Bodyguard Daddy

“It’s no threat, Miss Girard. Simply promises.”

She pouts, supple lips pursing together as a reminder of that kiss from nearly an hour ago. My body aches to feel their touch once again. The delicate push of her mouth against mine while my tongue got to taste her, yearning for more.

“Well, I promise you, Mr. Conyers, that I’m going to that partywewere invited to and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. Now, it’s getting late and I have to get some-”

Stalking toward her, she takes another step back, but I grab her wrist to pull her close. Her eyes lock onto mine as her breaths come in shaky. I tip my face down to hers until our noses are mere centimeters away from one another.

“We aren’t going unless I can speak with her security personnel. I want blueprints for the venue, and I want to meet everyone on her team as well as take a look at the guest list.”

The frustration building on her face makes her turn the slightest shade of red. “You’re being impossible! Lilibet is perfectly safe for me to associate with. We’ve never had security issues before. I highly doubt that we have any now. Bjorn’s doing all of this as some sort of publicity stunt because he wants to appear sympathetic to voters.”

“What?” I know a few things about the world of politics, and wasting money to pay me as a publicity stunt doesn’t seem plausible.

“If you’re around andprotectingme, it gives the appearance that I’m in danger and that Bjorn is doing his fatherly duty of protecting me. It’s a ploy and I don’t need you. I refuse to be a part of his shenanigans. I show up where I’m supposed to like a good daughter, and that’s where I draw the line.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, little girl. You need me far more than you know. While I can’t speak to the reasons your father hired me, I can tell you that after following you these past two weeks, there’s more people who pay attention to you than you realize.”

“That’s fine because I am Bjorn Girard’s daughter. I can’t worry about everyone who looks my way.”

“You’re right,” I tell her with a smile. “That’s why I’m here. To make sure you don’t have to worry about anyone looking in your direction. It’s getting late and our day starts in a few hours. Go and get some sleep.”

“You are not my father. If I want to stay up past my bedtime,” she rolls her eyes, “then I’ll do just that.”

“You are determined to test me.”

“No, I’ll break you and then you’ll be forced to quit. I don’t like anyone looking over my shoulder, especially someone who looks like you.”

“What’s wrong with the way I look?”

Her eyes widen. “You look more like a runway model than a bodyguard. You saw the way Lilibet drooled all over you. I can’t wait to rub it in her face when we show up at her party.”

“We’re not going until I get everything I asked for.”

“Don’t be difficult, Collin.”

“You’re the only one being difficult when all I want to do is my job.”

“Since when is putting me over your knee and spanking me in the job description of a bodyguard?”

“When the subject of my job is behaving like a spoiled brat, it’s in the description.”

“I don’t believe you. You wouldn’t dare.”

In a moment of exhaustion and outright agitation, I close the gap between us. I pull Cory close and lift her off her feet before carrying her to the loveseat in the barely furnished apartment. The fluttering and kicking of her feet don’t bother me in the slightest.

“You are not-” Cory wriggles in an effort to free herself, but it’s to no avail.

I lay her across my lap, yanking her dress over her plump backside with those damn fishnets begging to be ripped, but I leave them in place and swat her ass swiftly. The echo of my palm against her skin triggers something inside of me. It strips away the bodyguard role and puts me in charge of Cory in a way that I’ve been dreaming of since she’s come under my protection.

The sound of her silence brings me back to the moment. My eyes shift to the mirrored door leading into the guest bathroom. Cory’s expression is like a deer in headlights. I swat her backside again, just hard enough to see it turning a soft shade of pink. This time, she whimpers and moans.

A groan slips from my throat as my body pushes blood to my cock, but I don’t want to go there with Cory. Not yet. Not while I’m on the job. Now I’m questioning how far I can take this.

I can feel the rise and fall of her body, breathing deeply, and she’s no longer daring me to do this. The curves of her body carry my gaze over every tender inch. I rub the reddening area for a few seconds before pulling my hand away to swat her again. Another whimper and moan.

I ask her, “You like this, don’t you, little girl?”

My eyes search for the reflection in the mirror, which has her gaze locked onto us. Cory blinks as if it’s a surprise that she does. She likes giving up control. She likes to watch. She likes being told how to behave.

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