Show Stopper: A Single Dad Bodyguard Romance Page 5
“This shouldn’t be a perk for just you guys. You know how many times I’ve dragged Lacey kicking and screaming through a store? I’ve had moments where I would’ve tipped someone 400 bucks just to do the damn job for me.”
“I’ll put in a good word for you,” she said.
After that, we headed to the bank where her driver pulled her up to the ATM machine. She leaned over my body to do everything, and it took all the restraint I had not to touch her. Her tits were pressed against my chest and her knee was sitting in between my legs, and I had to physically sit on my hands to keep from running them up and down that smooth rounded ass of hers. Her legs were glowing in the sunlight that streamed through the open window while she snagged the money for her driver, and I could’ve sworn he gave me a look in the rearview mirror just before Bridget sat back down.
“Here, Bernie,” she said. “For the paparazzi evasion earlier.”
“You don’t have to do that, Bridge,” she said.
“Bridge?” I asked.
“No one calls me that but him,” she said with a frown.
“Take it, Bernie. I’m serious. Thank you for that beautiful work a few days ago.”
“That’s very kind of you,” he said.
“Cut the crap and thank me, Bernie,” she said.
“Thank you, Bridge,” he said with a smile.
“All right, now it’s just the stop at my friend’s new place and then you’ll be good to go home if you’d like,” she said. I had to pull my suit coat out from underneath my ass and tuck it around my waist. My cock was shamefully straining against my pants because of that tight little body she’d just pressed against me, and I knew I was already treading a thin line with keeping my job and her falsely calling sexual assault.
And trust me, it happened more often than any of us like to admit.
We ran by her friend’s store, and it was actually kind of nice. It was very small, which was probably normal for someone just starting out, but the way Bridget ran to her and hugged her tight told me they were close friends. I stood at the back of the store so I could survey the entire area, and I watched them talk and catch up. Sparkling designs and pants with missing chunks of fabric were hanging from the walls, and everyone who came into the store always seemed to leave with something.
I guessed that was a good sign for a store that had just opened.
Bridget kissed her friend on the cheek and then waved me over. She was ready to go because people in the store were starting to take pictures, so I escorted her to the car, and we headed on home. I helped her bring in the groceries and was stunned when she walked in those high heels while putting things away, and I realized she had a grace about her with everything she did. No woman on this planet could make putting away groceries as sexy as she was, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I sat the last of the bags down onto the counter.
“Thanks for your help today,” she said. “If you wanna take off, that’s fine. I’ve got it from here.”
“You sure?” I asked.
“Always,” she said with a grin.
I couldn’t get to my car quickly enough. I slammed the door and barreled down her driveway. When I got to the bottom, I undid my belt and rearranged my throbbing cock. That woman was easily the hottest thing I’d been around in my entire life, and my body was letting me know it every second I spent with her. I could feel myself leaking into my boxers and cursed the fact that I didn’t have another pair of pants because I had to go straight from here to picking up my daughter.
I shuffled around in the glove compartment for some tissues and cleaned myself up really quickly before I tucked myself back in and made myself look presentable.
Lacey ran into my arms after school, and I was so glad to see her. We got home, and I cooked her dinner, and she rattled off everything about her school day.
“And we colored and played outside, and Leo and Tracy slept beside me during naptime, and we kept giggling and making jokes.”
“So, you had a good day then?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Could Leo and Tracy come over sometime and play?”
“Of course. I’ll talk with their parents, and we can see what we can do.”
“Yay! Maybe we could have a sleepover!”
“Well, boys aren’t allowed to sleep over at girls’ houses, but Tracy is more than welcome to stay if she’d like.”
“Why not, Daddy? Leo’s my friend. I don’t want him to feel left out.”
My heart leapt with her innocence, and I wanted her to stay like that forever. I wanted her idea of sleepovers to always be friend-based. I wanted her outlook on boys to be as innocent and fair as it was right now.
My phone ringing ripped me from my trance. I picked it up and saw who was calling and immediately felt the hairs on my neck stand on end.
“Bridget, are you all right?” I asked.
“Yes, dummy. I was calling to ask you something.”
“So, you’re fine?” I asked.
“Yes. Lighten up a bit, would you? Listen, I was wanting to go out for a bit tonight, but I didn’t know if you had a babysitter for Lacey. If you don’t, I won’t go out. But, if you do, I was wondering if you could come back over tonight?”
“Yeah, I can call my parents,” I said. “Where are we headed?”
“Nannie and papa!” Lacey exclaimed.
“Oh my gosh, is that her? She sounds adorable.”
“That’s her, and you just made her night,” I said with a smile. “She’s all about her grandparents.”
“They let me have suckers,” Lacey said.
“Did she say something about suckers?” Bridget asked.
“They’re her kryptonite,” I said.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Could you be here around nine?”
“Yep. I’ll be there.”
I got Lacey ready for bed just as my parents were walking through the door. I kissed them on the cheek and told them I’d be back before Lacey went to school in the morning, and then I headed for my car. I’m sure Bridget was just wanting to go out for a night on the town, especially since she’d cooped herself up in her house ever since I’d been around. I pulled up to her home and got out of my car. Bernie was already waiting for us with the car when Bridget appeared on the porch.
I got out of my car and panned my gaze over toward her, and I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. I didn’t think this woman could get any more gorgeous, but she had on this tight red strapless dress and heels that would kill any other woman’s ankles. Her skin was shining with whatever she’d rubbed onto it, and her eyes were made up in this smoky look. She walked toward me with her hips sashaying, more than I’d ever seen them swish before, and her hair was bouncing around her shoulders while her jewelry sparkled in the moonlight.
“Hey there,” she said with a smile.
All I could do was stare.
Chapter 7
Bridget
Why the hell was he looking at me like that? He looked like a deer in headlights I was about to smash with my car. His eyes were hooked onto my dress before he ripped them up to my eyes, and it was like he’d swallowed his own tongue and couldn’t breathe.
“So?” I asked. “What do you think?”
I held my arms out and gave him a little twirl, hoping the big bad bodyguard would like what I had to put on. The rule of the game was if the bouncer liked it, every other man would, too. So, if Thomas liked it, that was the closest thing I had to a bouncer, so other men would like it as well.
“Honestly?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Without running the risk of you firing me?” he asked.
“Yes, Thomas. Shit. How do I look?”
“Hotter with that filthy mouth,” he said with a smirk. “But really, you look sexy as hell. If I wasn’t under your employ and you walked into a place I was in, you’d no longer be single for the night.”
“That’s a hell of a compliment there, Mr. Jeffries,” I said.
We got into the car, and Bernie knew exactly where to take us. It was a spot my best friend Rachel and I frequented often. We visited her sister’s shop earlier today, and her sister was telling me how Rachel’s career was experiencing another low. Her sister had an amazing eye for fashion, and I was all about supporting her. I went there this afternoon with the sole intent of paying for a few items I could wear, and she told me she had a few unique pieces coming out in a couple of weeks that she wanted to give me for free just to walk around in and advertise.
I told her I would do anything I could to help, and she seemed all the more thankful for it. But, when we started in on the conversation about Rachel, people began to flood into her store just to take pictures of me. So, I hugged her goodbye and got out of there before my presence completely ruined her opening, and I called Rachel after Thomas had left.
She didn’t seem too concerned about the low she was experiencing because the last high had replenished her savings account. I told her to talk me through her finances, just to make sure she had enough to work from, and I kept trying to get her to take money from me so I knew she’d be all right. She kept putting me off, telling me it was good because she could focus more on her painting now and getting some stuff sold, so I convinced her to come out with me tonight.
She tried wiggling her way out of it, telling me she had to paint, and I told her we could celebrate her sister’s success.
When we pulled up to the club, I saw Rachel standing out there waiting for me, and I scrambled to get to her. I threw the door open and didn’t even wait for Thomas to get out first. My feet hit the concrete, and I had her in my arms. I loved going out with my best friend because she always knew how to throw down. Drinks would be pouring tonight, and we’d have some of the best ones in one of the most exclusive clubs in LA, and I’d get her mind off all her career worries.
“Tonight’s on me,” I told her.
“Bee, I’ve got money,” Rachel said. “Come on.”
Thomas must’ve walked up behind me because she glanced over my shoulder before her eyes widened slightly.
“And who’s this prime hunk of man meat?” she asked.
“Thomas, my bodyguard. Thomas, this is Rachel, my best friend.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said.
“You know that store we went to earlier? The fashion one?”
“Yeah, with the girl you were supporting,” he said.
“That’s my younger sister,” Rachel said.
“Well, it’s nice to meet the older one, too,” he said.
The three of us walked right into the most exclusive club in the area, and I could hear the entire line groan behind us. Rachel and I headed right for the bar while Thomas sat off to the side, and we threw back a couple of shots before we grabbed a drink and headed for the dance floor. I took Rachel’s hand, and we were bobbing to the rhythm. We were giggling and sipping our drinks through their little straws, but soon, I felt a jolt come from behind me before a hand wrapped around my waist.
“Lookin’ good there, hot stuff,” a voice said in my ear.
I tried to shrug him off, and even Rachel reached over and pushed his shoulder to try and get the guy off me, but I didn’t have to wait long before Thomas swooped in and handled the situation.
“I think you should probably go find another dance partner,” he said. He loomed over the man who quickly dropped his arm from my waist, and I could see Rachel smirking at me while my neck craned to take in Thomas’s face. It was stern and powerful, strong, just like the rest of his body, and suddenly, an idea dawned upon my mind.
“Thomas,” I said. I tugged on his suit coat, and he bent his ear toward my lips. There was a small part of me that wanted to press a kiss to his ear. But I suppressed the urge and asked him a question I was hoping he would say yes to.
“Why don’t you just dance with me so no one else messes with me?”
“That actually sounds like a good idea,” he said.
My heart fluttered with anticipation when I felt him slide behind my body, and Rachel’s eyes were wide with excitement at the scene that was unfolding. A song came on with a beat I couldn’t resist, and I figured I could take my little bodyguard for a nice ride while we were out here having fun.
I started swirling my hips to the beat while Rachel found her own dance partner and lost herself in her own little world. I could tell that Thomas had his eye on the man she was dancing with, and there was something primal and sexy about him watching out for everyone else I surrounded myself with. He was a natural protector in his own habitat, but when I pushed my ass out into his crotch, his hands mindlessly slipped to my waist.
“A bit much, don’t you think?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said.
I swirled my hips deep into his pelvis and felt that raging cock slowly come to life. It grew against my ass while his arms pulled me closer to him, and soon, his dick was pressing into the crack of my ass. I raised my arms up behind me and hooked them around his neck, and his nose lightly tickled the shell of my ear. I knew I was in trouble when I could feel his breath pulsing against my neck.
Fuck, I needed him. In any way I could get him. In any way he’d allow.
I downed the rest of my drink and dropped my cup to the floor before I grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor. He followed me without a sound while we navigated our way into a dark corner, and when I shoved us into the women’s restroom, his lips attacked my neck. Every place he touched them burned with the embers of a raging fire, and his hands ran up and cupped my tits. I tilted my head to the side and captured his lips in a sloppy, teeth-clattering kiss, and he pushed us into one of the stalls and locked the door behind him.
“Fuck, Thomas,” I said. “You taste so good.”
I shoved my tongue back into his mouth and swallowed his groans with my lips. My hands ran along his head before they wrapped around his shoulders, and my fingertips dug underneath his shirt, just so I could feel the rippling muscles flexing on his back. His lips kissed down my neck before he laid his teeth into the meat of my breasts, and I leaned my head back against the wall as his hand quickly creeped up underneath my dress.
I gripped onto his back as his fingers slid up my slit. My juices pooled in my pussy folds and seeped out onto his fingers. His lips parted from my body, and our eyes connected while he brought his fingers to his lips and licked me off him. Holy fuck, this man was sexy as hell.
I captured his lips in a kiss, just to know what my silk would taste like on his tongue. He shoved his hand back between my legs and slipped two fingers deep inside of my pussy before the pad of his thumb found my clit. He circled me, slowly and torturously, twitching my legs with every swipe he afforded me. I kissed down his neck and peeled back his shirt so I could bite into his collarbone. His face sunk into the crook of my neck while I marked him as mine. I owned him, body and paycheck, and for the next few minutes, he was no one else’s but mine.
“Yes, Thomas. Right there. Just like that.”
“Hold on, beautiful,” he said. He picked me up with his free arm and pinned me against the wall. My legs hung free and shook while his fingers picked up their pace. He crooked them inside of me and found that beautiful spot that made my legs jump. His thumb soaked itself in my juices while my clit swelled underneath his touch. I raked my fingertips down his clothed back, trying desperately to gain leverage as I ground my hips down into his hand. I could feel myself leaking onto him while my excess juices ran down the insides of my thighs, all while that electric sensation started to build in my gut.
I kicked my legs, and he pinned me closer to the wall, stilling my movements while his tongue traced liquid pictures onto the skin of my neck. I could feel him panting, and I swallowed every puff of air he had to give me.
“I’m so close,” I said breathlessly. “Please, Thomas, don’t stop.”
There was a fire raging behind hi
s eyes. The soul of a man who’d been robbed of the sight of a woman coming undone at his fingertips for far too long. I felt my body giving way to him as light beads of sweat trickled down the back of my neck. I captured his lips as my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clamping down onto his fingers while my muffled squeals and whimpers were silenced by his beautiful lips.
He ceased his movements while I trembled against his body. My head collapsed onto his shoulder, and I could feel how weak my legs were, even before he tried to set me back down. He held me to him while I recuperated, sucking on the fingers he finally pulled out from within me, just so he could taste me one last time.
“You all right?” he finally asked.
“Oh, yeah,” I said breathlessly. “I am.”
“Bridget. This really shouldn’t go any further. I’m your employee and you’re—”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it. That’s fine. Just give me a second.”
I felt his arms pick me up, and my weak legs wrapped around his waist. I laid my head against his temple, and I could feel his raging pulse against my skin. I wanted to make him come, too. I wanted to slide to my knees, pull his cock from his pants, wrap my lips around it, and swallow him whole.
But my entire body was weak against his, and he stood there for a while before he finally broke the silence again.
“Maybe we should get you home,” he said.