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 cock 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 cock, 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. 

"Fuck, that's it," he groans. "Take all of Daddy's cock. 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 fucks 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 fuck. 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."