Chapter 116
Juliet.
“I’ve been waiting all day.” My voice echoes off the stone walls of the indoor pool as I watch the bodyguard come through the doorway and stop at the edge of the water. “You forgot about me, Killian.”
“No.” His jaw flexes. “I didn’t forget.”
“You disappeared,” I accuse him, slowly lowering myself into the water, aware of his eyes traveling over my curves beneath the surface. He likes to watch me. He just doesn’t want me to know it. “Where did you go?”
“None of your business.”
I see a muscle jump in his cheek. “You broke the rules.”
“What rules are those?” He doesn’t budge an inch, but I sense a spark of interest behind his eyes. “The rules you made up in your head so you wouldn’t have to touch me?”
He’s silent for a moment. “Maybe. If there are such rules, then maybe I broke them.” The corner of his mouth lifts a millimeter. “You going to fire me? Go ahead and try, princess. You don’t have the balls.”
There it is. His tell. The arrogant smile. He’s enjoying this banter between us, but he’ll never admit it. The fact that he’s even having an exchange with me proves I’ve been right all along. He wants me, just as much as I want him. Maybe more. “I won’t fire you,” I say breezily. “My father would have a fit.”
“He doesn’t like me?”
I laugh and slide deeper into the water. “He doesn’t know about you.”
“Jesus,” he mutters. “What the hell does that mean? You told your father you wanted a new bodyguard, but you didn’t tell him why.”
I’m not surprised Killian knows about my previous bodyguard, a man named Noah. After all, he was the one who showed up to take Noah’s place and it was obvious they knew each other. I might have been too humiliated to look directly at the man I’d just tried to kiss for a solid month, but I saw the tension between him and Killian, the way they spoke in hushed tones, their hands gesturing toward me. My assumption has been that Killian had been assigned to me because Noah couldn’t take any more of my flirting. Not after the last incident. “He doesn’t need to know. It’s none of his business. I’m twenty-five years old and he should be giving me more freedom, not less.”
I roll onto my back and float over to the edge of the pool. “Take off your pants, Killian. You can swim, can’t you?”
“Hell no, Ms. Sinclair. I’m not getting in the pool.”
“Oh,” I pout, swishing my hands through the water and kicking my legs lazily. “Come on. It’s fun, I promise.”
“No.”
He’s been refusing me all day and it pisses me off. But it’s also making me hot between the thighs. I like the fact that he doesn’t do whatever I want. It’s not something I’m used to. My bodyguards are usually so focused on pleasing me, they’ll agree to anything I want to do. They don’t have personalities. They never talk back. “Why do you call me Ms. Sinclair? My name is Juliet.”
He doesn’t seem to appreciate my attempt at getting him to talk. “Because that’s how I was trained.”
“But… I’m paying you now,” I whisper. “Not my father. Me. So call me Juliet.”
“No.”
My lower lip pops out and he immediately responds to it. His chest starts to rise and fall faster, his eyes burning with a mixture of lust and warning. I know that look. I’ve seen it a dozen times. It means he’s tempted to come closer, but he won’t let himself. He won’t touch me again the way he did earlier on the patio when he put sunscreen on my back. And that pisses me off even more than him refusing to swim with me.
There is only one thing left for me to do.
I have to take matters into my own hands.
“I think I need more sunscreen,” I say quietly.
His expression immediately turns wary. “Where?”
“My stomach.” I reach behind my back and untie the top of my bikini. “I can’t reach.”
The air seems to charge with electricity as I let the bathing suit top fall away and float around me in the water.
There’s a strangled sound from Killian and then, “You’re playing a very dangerous game, princess.” I see him grip the pool deck to keep from falling in and can barely keep myself from smiling at his lack of self-control. “And you’re going to lose.”
“Oh?” I reach out and grab the bottle of sunscreen off the pool deck. “How so?”
He licks his lips. “Because I’m going to make you beg first.”
“I thought you had rules,” I say, using my teeth to open the cap, watching Killian closely as I pour out a generous amount into my palm. His eyes go black as ink when he sees it, his erection beginning to stretch the fly of his pants. “You said you never touch a girl more than once.”
“That was before.” His Adam’s apple jumps up and down in his throat. “You decided to play dirty, so the rules have changed.”
“They have?” My pulse is racing double time as I slather the lotion up onto my breasts, rubbing it into my sensitive skin, loving the way Killian tracks every movement of my hands, his breath growing choppier by the second. “How have they changed?”
“We’ll find out.” His voice is guttural. “As soon as you beg for my cock.”
My flesh is so hot, I barely feel the water around me. “Beg?”
“Yeah.” He loosens his tie and throws it aside on the ground. “Say please.”
“Please…” My nipples are hard and aching, my thighs squirming together in the water. “Please what?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re ready.” He takes a step back and I have to clamp down a whimper of dismay. “We’re going to play a game first. You’re going to sit right there and rub your tits while I jerk off and watch. If you lose…”
“Lose?” I whisper, squeezing my breasts in my hands and watching, fascinated, as he unfastens his pants and slides them down his thighs, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black briefs and dress shoes.
“If you lose, I’ll come over there and put this big dick inside you. You’ll be begging for it by then. You’ll plead for me to fuck you.”
“And if I win?”
He doesn’t even blink. “If you win, I’m walking out of here and I’ll never touch you again.”
I gasp at the thought of Killian walking away from me now. Of never getting to feel him between my thighs. His hands on me. His mouth on mine. Never experiencing what he would do to me in bed. “Okay,” I say quickly, before he changes his mind and walks away. “I agree.”
“You agree,” he repeats, his hand reaching into his briefs and pulling out an impossibly long shaft. Thick and veiny. A man’s cock. “Good girl.”
My insides flutter like a hummingbird at the praise and I immediately go back to touching myself, pinching at my nipples, stroking my fingertips down my belly, into the front of my bikini bottoms.
“Not yet,” Killian says through clenched teeth, slowly stroking himself, base to tip. “You go first. I want to see your face while you make yourself come.”
“I… I can’t,” I breathe, biting my lip. “It’s not possible for me.”
“No?” He looks skeptical and a little amused. “Let me help.” With his free hand, he reaches into his underwear and pulls out his heavy balls, kneading them gently. “Imagine you have me in your mouth, princess. Suck me. Suck that big cock until I fill your belly full of come.”
Oh God, the image makes my pussy clench. Makes me wet. “Okay.” I swallow, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. I pretend he’s sitting beside me on the pool deck, his thick cock poised at the entrance of my mouth. “Can I… can I put my tongue out first? Please?”
A groan. “Yes, baby. You can do whatever you want to it. Whatever you want.”
“Good,” I whimper, letting my hips rise in the water as I pretend to lick up and down his length. “Oh god.”