Bad Bodyguard by Lexi Hart

Author:Lexi Hart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lexi Hart
Published: 2021-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

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Her lips meet mine, and all I can think about is how much I wanted this to happen.

Not fake. Not just because her sleazebag boss is watching, but because I want to.

Without a thought, I take the glass from her hand and kiss her the way I’ve been wanting to since the day she walked into the café.

Her tongue melds with mine, and a shiver of pleasure travels straight to the tip of my cock.

She presses her body into mine, and I shift, so I can get closer to her. When I wrap my hand around her waist, she moans, giving me the motivation to kiss her deeper.

I know it’s wrong, I know I should stop. Everything about this is bad.

We’re playing with fire and I’m not sure I want to put it out.

It would be so easy to slip my hand lower to see how she’d react. To slide my hand inside her panties, and to see if she’s as wet as I am hard.

This is too enticing. Too sexy. Too perfect.

It’s all wrong. And that makes it even more tempting.

I want to make her moan louder. I want to make her come so hard it makes her forget all the shit she’s going through because of me.

I want to strip off her clothes and make her mine.

But she’s not mine. It’s fake.

She hired me. And all this pretending is confusing things even more than they already are.

Kissing her is bad enough but sleeping with the first client Crystal got me?

Not an option.

Fighting every primal urge in my body, I pull my mouth away from hers and take my hand from where it’s crept under her shirt.

“I don’t want you to do something we’ll both regret.”

Her lips part and I’m so close to her, I can see the pulse in her neck. She swallows hard and places a hand to her forehead.

“Sorry, I, I, just je suis tellement excitée, et ta langue, merde, ta langue,” she whispers.

If I was trying to take a mental cold shower, her speaking in French has the exact opposite effect on my cock.

I really need to move away from her, go sit back on the chair, put some distance between us.

But now I’m more curious as to what she just said to me that she had to hide in another language.

Whatever it was, she’s blushing wildly, and it’s taking all my control not to kiss her again.

My voice comes out too throaty. “This was a mistake. We had guidelines in the contract for a reason.”

I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince her or me at this point, but it works.

She jerks back and scoots across to the end of the sofa. “Of course. You’re right. I drank too much. I’m such an idiot. For a second, I thought this was real.”

Before I can say another word, she’s on her feet and stumbling out the door.

I wince as I hear a door slam.

I blow out a breath and scowl at the speaker as Air Supply sing about love.

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