Preview of Bossy Bodyguard
EMMA
I was so caught up thinking about the afternoon that I didn’t see where I was stepping. Seconds stretched by as my eyes slowly blinked at the lights and realized that the world wasn’t tripping. I was.
“Motherfuckingshitballs—”
“Quite a dirty little mouth you have.”
A hot, deep voice whispered, strong hand keeping me from tripping. My first thought hearing his voice was sex . And not the sweet, sensual kind with a lover’s clumsy kisses. It was deep, rough, hair-pulling, ass-spanking, knees-and-lips-bruising kind of sex.
Mmm, sexy .
My eyes drifted over to the burly man who was sipping his drink with the stealth of a predator. Panther . He looked like a panther in his black shirt and mysterious aura. I tilted my head, my hair falling over my bare shoulders as goosebumps skittered over my entire body, noticing the large palm wrapped around my arm.
“You should see what else this dirty little mouth can do.”
I blinked. The slow realization of what I had just drunkenly blurted echoing through my head.
Uh. Oh .
I did not just say that out loud.
“Oh, but you did,” the smoky voice said, my eyes drifting from the inked hand on my bare elbow to the arm that was hidden beneath the sleeves of a shirt and an expensive suit hanging from the stool. I was impressed at the size of his biceps, which were probably as big as my thigh, and over to his exposed neck and then his face. My god, he is one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen . “And if that polite but tempting comment was an invitation for me to get you in a room… then my answer is yes. Only if you are sober.”