Page 11 of Brooding Bodyguard Summer

"Somehow when you say that, it just turns me on. You're so fucking beautiful, princess," he husks, reaching out to brush some hair from my face. "I had no fucking chance when I took your detail, did I?"

"Mm, you might have. Until you snuck into my bedroom, then let me touch you," I tease, bouncing a shoulder then tilting my head to nip at his finger playfully.

"Hmm, you're not wrong. I sealed my own fate. Look at me, princess," he commands, knowing I will obey. "I mean it. You're so fucking beautiful. It's not just those pretty eyes and that perfect mouth," he whispers, tracing a finger across my bottom lip. "There is something so beautiful deep inside you... something I couldn't ignore. Something I couldn't look away from."

Yes, it is good to be living this life. I was so alone for so long. So locked away from the world. Not being touched by anything or anyone. An embrace on occasion from Clara or my auntie Thea. It was not an empty life before Neko, I laughed, I felt things, I experienced things.

Ever since Neko, it’s as if the world has suddenly turned vivid. Everything feels brighter, more colorful. Music sounds deeper, food tastes richer, and wine is sweeter. One by one, he awakened my senses—starting with the first time he let me touch him, the first time he touched me back, kissed me, and made me come with his touch.

"Well, I think you're beautiful deep inside, too," I husk back, pressing my hand to his chest where his heart thumps.

Last night, he did not just come to my bedroom to watch over me. It was the first night he undressed us both and climbed in bed with me. His body looks as if it could be carved from golden marble. It's cut at his waist, thick at his thighs and shoulders, wide across his chest.

His skin is graffitied with beautiful tattoos which he let me touch and kiss all night as he told the story of why he branded them on his skin. Besides that artwork, he is marked by scars that I know run deeper than flesh. He would not talk about those, not yet, but he let me touch them, kiss them.

"I will be on my best behavior with eyes on you," he hums as his gaze drops to my mouth, his tongue coming out to swipe his own lips. "I can't promise anything, I haven't tasted you in hours, princess."

Heat floods between my thighs as I remember explicitly how he tasted me after he first saw me in the bikini. I stepped out of the bathroom earlier to find him waiting. I did buy the suit for him to see me in, after all. It stayed on my body for about ten minutes before I was laid out on my bed.

"I can't wait a moment longer," he panted against my mouth as he tossed the scraps of fabric aside. "I need to taste you. I won't survive sharing you with a crowd of people without the taste of you on my tongue."

"Neko, please," I whimpered as his mouth pressed hot, wet kisses down my throat, across my collar, between my breasts. I cried out as pleasure rocketed through me when his mouth closed around my nipple as his fingers stroked my damp folds open.

"So wet for me to touch you, to taste you, yes," he taunted, rubbing his fingers against my swollen clit.

I bucked beneath him, fingers tangling in his dark hair as he slid down my body. Lower, lower, pressing kisses across my skin, nipping here, biting there. Marking my skin where it could be seen in that bathing suit he had torn off me. He wanted people to know someone had touched me—even they had no idea it was my bodyguard marking my body.

"Jesus, look at her. That pussy is so pretty," he hummed, rubbing his thumbs over the slickness there, spreading me open. I could have been shy or hesitant, but I never am with him. I want him to explore me, to learn me, because I want to learn and explore him. "Tell me it belongs to me. Let me hear you say that perfect pussy is mine and mine alone."

"Yes, yes, it is," I was the one panting now, arching beneath his touch, seeking more, aching for it.

"Say the words. Let that pretty princess mouth say what I want to hear," he grunted, lowering his head to swipe his tongue just once at my pussy.

"Oh, god. Yes, my pussy belongs to you. It's yours, Neko. I am yours."

"Ah, fuck, she knows it too. Look how wet she got for daddy," he hums, his tongue sliding through me in a slow, salacious lick. "Fuck you taste so sweet, baby. Let me get my fill of you for a little while, yeah?"

Not that I would argue if I wanted to, but he wouldn't let me speak. Not in words. Just in pleas. In panted cries of pleasure as he sucked and licked at my clit, pushing his tongue inside of me then sucking loudly at the cream dripping from me. It must be his new favorite treat because he didn't stop eating me until I came so many times, I had to beg him to stop.

"Do you think I forgot? Impossible," I whisper to him now.

Neko smirks, licking his lips as if he can still taste me on them. "I am going to need another taste soon. I am a patient man, just not when it comes to you," he muses, winking at me before he pushes back to his feet.

I go still too because his move is with intent. Someone saw us. Or he saw something he does not approve of. His powerful body is coiled tight as he stands behind my lounger again. All his focus has shifted, he is not my hot boyfriend, he is my brooding bodyguard.

Sitting up, I pull the floral shawl off the back of my lounger, covering up with it. I can hear voices, heels clicking on pavement, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. It happens this way sometimes. Father's events start somewhere else and end up here at the estate. The Lane Estate is known for its parties, some of them have lasted for days.

I am never at these events,, so it was strange that father requested I show up tonight. Covering myself, I regret putting the sexier two-piece back on earlier. I was not thinking clearly after what Neko had done to me with his mouth. Standing, I put on the smile I have been trained all of my life to wear, I grab my glass of wine, and I head for the slowly crowding patio.

"Stick close to me, princess," Neko barks. "He knows I am going to be one step behind all night. I want you closer but...behave," he says the last comment just for me, his hand swatting my backside gently.

He knows that I don't want to be here, on parade at one of my father's parties. I do not want to meet his bogus partners or their devoted, dull women. I am just doing what is asked of me. What I always do.

"Hello, darling," father calls once he sees me, looking to be about a bottle of wine in.

To his men, my father is a terrifying force, but he isn't that monster to me. I'm not blind to how dangerous he is, or that he's to blame for what happened to my mother—yet I still love him. Showing love has never come easily to him, but I still hold onto who he was before she was gone.

My father hiring Neko is proof enough of how much he cares. Whatever threat is lurking in my shadows, whoever is trying to scare—or hurt—me, it frightened him enough to break routine. He gave me Neko: the most capable, confident, and deeply caring man I have ever known.