The Bodyguard's Temptress

Chapter 15

Natasha

Knox's side of the bed is empty when I wake up. Quietly, I slip downstairs in my pink sports bra and sleep shorts, finding him at his desk, engrossed in his computer.

He looks up, swiveling his chair to face me. "Come sit on my lip, baby girl," he purrs, his voice low and commanding. I obey without hesitation, settling in his lap, feeling his hard c**k pressing into me.

Knox wraps a hand around my throat, pulling my back against his chest. "Do you feel what you do to me?" he breathes into my ear, making me shudder.

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper, my heart racing. "Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Yes, baby girl. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

I slide off his lap, kneeling before him. As I pull out his c**k, his size intimidates me, but I'm determined to please him. I take him into my mouth, my fingers lightly caressing his balls. He groans loudly, spurring me on.

"f**k, that's it," he groans. "Take all of Daddy's c**k. You're doing so well."

I moan around him, happily bobbing up and down his length. His grey eyes, dark and hooded, lock onto mine, filled with arousal.

I love this—making him feel good because he protects and cares for me more than anyone else.

For a moment, his permanent frown softens into a small smile. His fingers thread through my hair, holding me in place as he f***s my face at his desired pace.

"Such a good girl. Now swallow my seed," he demands.

My eyes flutter open, and disappointment floods me as I realize it was just a dream—a dream I desperately wanted to be real.

I sit up, my chest heaving, my panties soaked. My body thrums with need as I recall the filthy dream. I should feel ashamed for thinking of my bodyguard this way, but it seems I can no longer control myself. Even in my dreams.

Movement catches my eye, and I see Knox standing in the doorway, a mug in his hand. Oh f**k. Did he hear or see anything that indicated I was just having a wet dream about him?

If he did, he doesn't show it.

"Made you some coffee, baby girl," he says in that low, husky voice.

I notice the dark circles under his eyes. He must have left as soon as I fell asleep and stayed up all night. That bothers me more than I want to admit. But I keep it to myself.

"Thanks," I murmur, taking the mug from him. I take a sip—it's perfect, just the way I like it. But that's no surprise with Knox.

"We need to talk." His face is unreadable, his grey eyes guarded. "After what happened last night, I need you to stay here until I figure out who sent those men after you. I know that's asking a lot, this is nothing like your suite. It's pretty simple, and there's no room service, but I'll accommodate your needs the best way I can, okay?"

My heart flutters with both guilt and happiness. I feel responsible for what happened—I was the dummy who went to the bakery without him. I'm glad to be here with him, but I don't want to invade his privacy. Knowing this arrangement was a last resort, I'm sure he never expected to bring me or Brandon into his home.

"Knox, I'm sorry. None of this would've happened if I didn't go to the bakery alone. Now I've forced you into this situation. Me and Brandon shouldn't be hiding here in your private home-"

He shakes his head, his eyes softening as he settles on the bed beside me. "Stop, there's nothing to apologize for. This is the best way to keep you safe," he replies softly. "I'm more worried about you being comfortable here."

"I am comfortable, I promise," I rush out, worried he might actually think I don't appreciate what he's doing for us.

Our eyes meet, and he touches my cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through me. His thumb lightly brushes my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "I'm glad. All I want to do is make you happy."

"B-But you didn't stay with me last night," I point out, my tone almost accusatory. Confusion and frustration wreak havoc inside me. Last night he made it seem like he wanted me, but then he didn't hesitate to leave, ensuring we didn't sleep together.

His jaw tenses. "That's only because I didn't want to do anything you weren't ready for," he says, his voice low and measured.

Oh.

I feel my core throb, heat spreading throughout my body. "L-Like what?" I ask, my voice trembling.

His touch is light as he traces my jaw with his thumb. "Like give you a real reason to call me Daddy."

Fuck.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "What if I want that?"

He tilts his head, studying my reaction. "Then you'll tell Daddy what you want. Exactly where you want me to touch. What you want me to taste. How fast or slow you want me to take you. I want you in control of what happens between me and you."

His filthy words awaken something inside me, and I want him. So f*****g badly.

"Yes....Daddy," I reply softly, feeling my cheeks flush at my sudden boldness.

Knox's eyes darken, and he lifts my chin. "f**k, I love hearing that," he growls.

My heart hammers in my chest as I gaze into his eyes. "Prove it."

"Be careful what you wish for, baby girl," he warns, his voice raspy.

My only wish right now is that the dream I just had will happen in real life, that he'd shove his c**k into my mouth and take what he wants from me.

"I know what I want," I whisper.

My breath hitches as he leans in, his minty breath washing over my face. Tension thrums between us, his calloused hand moving to cup my cheek. "And what is that?" he asks, his tone filled with lust and anticipation.

I bravely brush my lips against his, feeling the softness of his mouth as I've dreamed of doing too many times. Wait. s**t. What if I have morning breath, and it ruins our first kiss?

As I begin to pull away, the hand that isn't on my cheek gently holds the nape of my neck, his touch both reassuring and demanding. "Don't run from me, baby girl," he breathes against my lips. "Tell me what you want. I need to hear it."

But before I can answer, Brandon's footsteps interrupt.

Reluctantly, I pull away from Knox, and he lets me this time. I turn to my best friend in the doorway, his eyes wide as he takes in the image before him.

"I-I'm sorry, was I interrupting something?" Brandon stammers, his cheeks almost as red as mine are likely right now.

Yes. Damn it.

Knox clears his throat, creating space between us—space I don't want.

"Knox, can I have my phone to uh, check on Evan?" he asks nervously, his fingers tugging through his hair.

Despite my irritation at him interrupting our moment, that is a good question. I haven't seen my phone either since the attempted kidnapping. I'm sure our customers are wondering why the bakery isn't open today.

Unfortunately, it won't be open for a while. I'm sure the crime scene has been cleaned up, thanks to Knox's connections in the mob, but it will still have to be rebuilt before I ever step foot in it again.

Knox's frustration is palpable, but his voice remains calm as he answers Brandon. "Until I find out what's going on, no one will have access to their phones. They're traceable, and there's no way to tell who's trustworthy right now."

Brandon's eyes widen. "Y-You can't possibly think Evan has anything to do with it," he chokes out.

"I have not ruled anyone out yet," he says firmly, his jaw tensing. Brandon opens his mouth to protest, but Knox snaps, "If you have to go without your goddamn phone for a few weeks, so be it. You've already put her in danger once, Lewis. I won't let it happen again."

Brandon's face pales with guilt. I can see the remorse in his eyes, and I feel like Knox is being a little too harsh right now.

"Knox," I scold, drawing his attention. He gives me that stern look that immediately makes me shut my mouth.

Brandon swallows. "No, he's right, Nat. I just wanted to make sure Evan's okay. I couldn't text him back last night because...you know-" he trails off.

Knox sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, right now, we can't take any chances. We don't know who to trust, and until we do, we can't trust anyone." Standing up from the bed, he adds, "Come, Lewis. Looks like there's going to be a snowstorm tonight. We need to chop and gather firewood just in case the power goes out."

I cough out a laugh. "Brandon? In the forest? Chopping wood? You can't be serious."

Even picturing it in my mind makes me burst into hysterics.

Brandon shoots me a playful glare. "That's not funny. You should go out there too, I don't want to get eaten by bears without you."

"No, she's staying here," Knox interjects firmly.

Defiance flares within me. "Knox, I can handle myself," I retort. "I'm more capable of cutting down a tree than Brandon is."

"Hey!" my best friend retorts.

Not that I doubt his strength as a man, but I've seen the effort he puts into things, and he'd be winded just picking up an ax.

Knox shakes his head. "There's no chance in hell. Stay here," he demands, his voice gruff, brooking no argument.

I actually pout. "So, what the hell am I supposed to do here by myself?"

"I have some baking ingredients in the kitchen. I wouldn't mind having more of your cookies." With a subtle smirk, he disappears from the room, Brandon following behind him.