With the Lights On

My hands were shaking as I washed myself in the shower. I’d had a big orgasm only minutes ago, but it hadn’t been enough. My pussy was always so neglected that cumming only made me want more.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Sebastian.

If my husband knew that I was imagining my new bodyguard’s hands in place of mine, would he have been so quick to send me with him? I let my fingers dance on my clit as I leaned into the hot water. Shocks of pleasure erupted.

Don was handsome. Rich. Powerful. Everything a woman could ever ask for. Well, not everything.

Sebastian was hot.

A moan slipped out of me as I pictured the bodyguard on his knees in front of me, his tongue lapping between my thighs.

“No! No wicked thoughts! I’m a married woman.”

I turned the water to ice cold to chase away any ideas I had about Sebastian and the big bulge in his pants. I dressed quickly. Don was already in his office.

I didn’t have to go shopping. I didn’t have to find Sebastian and tell him to drive me.

But I wanted to.

I’d never understood why my husband needed thirty bodyguards, maids, gardeners, cooks, and a gate man. I hated being followed around by ten people all the time. We’d argued a lot about it until I finally agreed to have one bodyguard.

Frank had been my bodyguard since I married Don, but I’d never looked at him for one second the way I thought about Sebastian.

I thought about insisting my husband give me back my old bodyguard. Then I wondered again if Don had decided, for some reason, to tempt me. Was it a kind of trick to see if I’d stay loyal?

“You need to stop, Elissa,” I told myself.

I’d been so eager to get Don upstairs that I hadn’t had the chance to get Sebastian’s number from Joseph. That meant I had to go to the bodyguard quarters to look for Sebastian.

It was like a studio apartment building. Two floors. Don had built the apartments to keep his bodyguards in his own compound so they’d always be close by. They even had their own little gate to leave from.

We had a heavily guarded home. I never understood why, but with Don being a business tycoon, maybe this was necessary. As I approached the apartments, I wondered which one was Sebastian’s.

“Excuse me,” I called to one of the men outside, who immediately ran to me.

“Mrs. Campbell, how may I be of service?”

Even after four years, I still wasn’t used to people treating me like this. I preferred more of a natural relationship with my staff, but they were too afraid of Don to be friendly with me.

“I need to find my new bodyguard, Sebastian Griffin.”

“Up there, madam. This left wing. Second floor. The furthest one in the corner.”

Okay.

I took the stairs my eyes fixed on that door.

I still had time to leave, but instead I headed for the apartment the other guard had pointed out to me.

I stood at the door, ready to knock, when I saw it was slightly open. I could hear some movements inside, so I pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

A scream tore from my throat as someone suddenly pinned me against the wall. A rough hand clapped over my mouth at once. My heart pounded.

The moment Sebastian’s eyes met mine, he immediately froze and let go. He put both his hands up, not touching me.

“And a ‘hi’ to you too.” I pressed a hand to my heart, which was beating like a West African Ashanti drum.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Campbell. I didn’t mean to do that. It was like a reflex. My apologies.”

“I should have knocked.” My voice trailed off as I finally noticed that he was shirtless.

He wore a pair of low-slung jeans that showed off what my girlfriends always giggled over, the V-line. His lean body rippled with muscle. Toned abs. A freaking six-pack!

My knees weakened, and my hands itched to run over that tanned skin. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining those big, hairy hands gripping my hips.

My new bodyguard was mouthwatering.

The devil whispered in my ear, telling me to look for a dick print.

And I was listening to him, it was just a look, just a peek…

“Mrs. Campbell?” Sebastian looked confused.

I immediately snapped back to reality and looked him in the eyes this time.

“Is something wrong?”

“N-no. No-thing…Nothing is wrong. Why would you think something is wrong?”

My cheeks got hot as I stuttered. We were still standing so close I could count his eyelashes. I could smell him, and I had to press my lips together in case I literally drooled on him.

“You’re at my door,” Sebastian said in a low voice. “Which means you needed me for something?”

“Need…want…I want you to drive me,” I managed to get out.

He looked down at his naked chest, jeans, and bare feet. “I’ll need just a few minutes to get ready, if that’s okay?”

I wondered if he’d seen my checking him out. My fingers curled, wanting to touch those abs. I scolded myself. All bodyguards had abs.

What is wrong with me? Why am I getting hot and bothered right now?

“Mrs. Campbell?” He wasn’t touching me, but he still stood very close.

I couldn’t stop remembering how his palm had felt covering my mouth.

I should have touched them. Just a little touch. He might let you because you are his boss. Ask him to let you touch his belly.

“I’m here to serve,” Sebastian said with another curious look deep into my eyes. “Just tell me what you need.”