Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 2 – Chapter 25

I sat in silence, going through the list of people who had attended Dorothy Moore’s funeral. The list was long and full of rich, popular models, actors, actresses, and directors. As if it was her birthday party and not her funeral. I was looking for someone with a motive. Past relationship was out of the question. Wait. What about Dorothy’s ex? Did she—

“Hi!”

My eyes flickered from the iPad screen to the owner of the high-pitched voice. “Hello,” I said, eyeing three girls in the academy’s uniform, twirling their hair and batting their lashes at me.

“Hi!” one of them repeated, leaning down. I quickly averted my gaze to my screen. “Do you mind if we sit here for lunch?”

I could feel the stares from the entire cafeteria since I was sitting at the corner table and there were a lot of empty spaces.

“I do m—”

“Oh, great! Thank you so much!”

I held back my sigh when they were about to sit down, but I was saved when Emma and her two friends, Mia and Summer, came in to save me by sitting down on the empty chairs.

Emma flicked her hair over her shoulder and managed to look down at the girl even when she was sitting. “Thanks, Carla.”

“So Mister Cillian, did you have lunch?” Mia asked when the three girls left, glaring at Emma and her friends.

“I did.” I looked at Emma’s plate and noticed the lack of protein. I would bring two lunches tomorrow.

“‘Sup Dad!”

I raised my brow when Caleb joined our little coterie. Everyone was staring at him when he dropped his plate and sat on the other side of Emma, sandwiching her between us.

“Why are you here?” Emma asked in the dullest sound without even looking at him.

I didn’t want to prod, but I was interested in knowing the reason behind their breakup. I straightened up when Caleb flickered his eyes at me and took a bite of apple before replying to Emma, “If you have a problem, you can sit somewhere else. I’m sitting here to bond with my lovely dad.”

I sighed, going back to reviewing my notes. If he thought he was being sneaky by being around Emma to protect her, then he was looking stupid.

Circling Dorothy’s name in red, I leaned back in the chair. If I was a stalker, I would do anything to get close to her.

Emma

“You are an ass,” I said to Cillian, my cheeks red when he opened the door of the car for me. He didn’t even glance at me when I sat down, tucking my skirt carefully because the sexy piece of ass had made sure I was going commando for the entire school day. I couldn’t even attend the swim meet after school since he had something important that he wouldn’t tell me.

“I know,” he said in a clipped voice when the driver started the car. There was a divider between the front and back seat and Cillian closed it shut, leaning back on the plush leather and pinning his dark eyes on me.

I raised my brow and crossed my arms when he patted his thigh. My pussy clenched at the sight of him in a shirt that was rolled over his strong forearms and revealing tattoos. I had to curb my jealous thoughts when everyone from my class, girls and boys, eyed Cillian and tried to do anything to talk to him.

“What?” I asked, still angry that he had taken away my panties and stayed stoic the entire day without ever looking at me. His job was to protect me, for fuck’s sake!

His eyes narrowed and a small smirk tugged over his sexy scarred lips. I hated that I wanted to kiss it. “You’re mad, Doll.”

“I-I’m not mad or a doll!” I sputtered, looking away from him.

“Do you want to wear panties or not?” he asked, his voice deep and rumbly.

I stiffened, glaring at him through my lashes. “I don’t need your permission to wear them, Cillian,” I said firmly, clenching my fingers.

“Oh, really?” He leaned closer. Close enough for me to smell his musky male cologne with a hint of spice. I swallowed the lump in my throat at his closeness. “Then why is your pussy wet at the idea of me controlling when you should wear panties… or not?”

“I-it’s not.”

We both knew I was lying.

Cillian leaned back and patted his thigh. “Come here and sit on my lap if you’re not aroused.”

My jaw clenched as he tilted his head, waiting for me to make a move. This was such a bad idea. But he was challenging me.

Flicking my hair over one shoulder, I crawled onto his lap like it was my throne and sat on his thigh. Even though it turned me on, I stayed still, keeping my eyes on his handsome face.

“Mhmm. You’re right, Doll.” His large hands glided over my thighs in a soft caress, making me shiver. “Your pussy is not wet.”

I licked my lips, waiting.

His hand slid underneath my skirt as he whispered, “You are soaking wet, Doll.”

My mouth parted in a soundless gasp when he spread my legs wider and pulled me closer, making my clit rub against the fabric of his pants.

“Does that feel good?” he asked softly, squeezing my ass as I leaned on him.

I nodded, staring at his lips when he moved me over his thigh again. “C-Cillian,” I scrunched my fingers in his shirt.

“I know, good girl,” he rumbled, running his hand through my hair. “Ride my thigh and make yourself feel good, yeah?”

My cheeks turned warm when I noticed the bulge in his pants. He tilted my chin up, making me look at him.

“I want you to make yourself orgasm. Right here. If you cum before we reach home, I’ll reward you. Can you do that, Doll?”

“What reward?” I asked, my voice breathy.

“Any-fucking-thing you want, Doll,” he answered, his hands squeezing my thigh. “Go ahead. Ride my thigh and cum for me. I know you want to.”

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