Page 4 of Jealous Bodyguard

Ain’t that the truth? The shock of my life is right here in the library, and he has the power to make a girl—well, y’know… Has that effect on a girl just from touching her arm?

Holy shit. What else is he capable of?

The mental image of me not just sitting on his fingers but bouncing on the end of what I know would be a cock that matches their size is what really undoes me. Not just because I'm even thinking like this only moments after meeting him either.

It jangles me inside because it feels more like a premonition than a fantasy. Like, it’s actually gonna happen kind of thing.

The shine in his dark eyes as he searches mine for an answer doesn't help.

“Stacy? You alright?” he asks me a second time. But I don't think I am. I don't think I’ll ever be ‘alright’ again until this man does something to me with those hands… and soon.

“I- I’ll be alright,” I shiver. My eyes helplessly zooming in on his crotch, which, from where I'm sitting, is just inches from my face. My hand even reaches for him without my control, and I hear him make a low sound of approval, the already well-defined bulge of his manhood in thick denim shifting, making me gasp out loud for real as I stifle a whimper.

I’ve never been so drawn to anything. I never felt myself lose control like this.

My hand hangs midair, and Steve doesn't seem to mind waiting to see what I’ll do next. But catching himself losing the insane degree of control he has, he does the honorable thing. Lifting the note from my fingers and moving over toward the fireplace. I pout when he turns away, spoiling my view of the source of this buzzing in my belly.

“I’ll need a lot more from you Stacey,” he starts to say. It causes me to jump a little once it's clear moments between us have passed in silence.

“From me?” I ask. The words catching in my dry throat, making me sound like a child, which to a man Steve's age, he probably thinks I am.

Another low sound from him makes it feel like the whole house is vibrating as he nods slowly. The sight of his tongue sliding over his own lips makes me sway in my seat. Instantly adding fuel to the fire in my mind and body. The things I imagine his huge body doing to mine.

“I’m twenty!” I announce suddenly, defiantly, letting him know I’m no baby as well as supplying him with his first round of facts. The real message to him being that yes, I am old enough. Old enough and a legal adult, especially when it comes to decisions about what I would let someone else do to me. If it ever came to that, I mean.

“Twenty…” he repeats to himself. Sounding satisfied with my answer until he cocks his head. A pained look flashes in his dark eyes as he scans me sidelong.

“Boyfriend?” he asks coldly, making my heart hurt.

It’s a common enough question, I guess, but it hurts me like kryptonite for some reason. It’s almost like he's accusing me rather than asking. And no. No, I don't have a boyfriend.

“What doyouthink?” I reply bitterly, feeling stupid in a second. Already kicking myself for even thinking a man like him would even look twice at a girl like me. Maybe I am in some kind of shock. All this excitement with bodyguards and threatening notes…but imagining the new security guy is hot for me?

Definitely shock. I’m just not feeling myself is all…

I wish he was feeling myself… Stop it!

“So do you or don't you?” Steve asks cuttingly, making me jump and forget my own inadequacies. I shake my head firmly before looking down.

“I- I don't…”

It’s dumb but I feel my lip quiver. Being reminded of the fact by a man like Steve is hard to take. But if he's as good at his job as he is at getting inside people’s heads, then maybe he's the best man for the job.

“I’ll- I guess I’ll leave you to it then,” I murmur, wobbling to my feet with no real idea how I'm going to make it to the hallway let alone all the way upstairs without crying out or maybe just getting down on all fours and begging him to put me out of my misery.

No, I don't have a boyfriend, but I have a slot opening right up. If you'd just care to take a look?! Pleeeeassse?!

“Ummm. Stacey? Where do you think you're going?” he asks in a softer tone, like he's forgiven me already for even pretending like I was going to leave the room. But it only confuses me more.

The familiar scratching steps of my keeper signaling that our meeting’s over anyway. If anyone has a knack for ruining things, it’s this woman.Melinda…

I know I could count on her to stop someone trying to hurt me, but she takes her job a little too seriously for my liking. I mean, going through my things?

The sight of her only brings it all back into focus for me. It was the whole reason I came downstairs in the first place—to talk to daddy about her being so…weird.

“Stacey? Who’s this?” she asks with suspicion, eyeballing Steve up and down with a look of contempt, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. Something that was going so well between Steve and me just fell apart quicker than it happened in the first place.

But Steve’s rapid answer gives me back that feeling in a second. It gives me more of this crazy hope I can’t let go of and shows me he’s a man who not only takes control but looks hotter by the second as he does it.

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