Simon " ghost " Riley ( Bodyguard )

Ghost clenched his jaw tightly as he watched you swatch the different shades of a lip gloss on the back of his large and veiny hand with the applicator . Normally he would end anyone who tried to touch him or touch you but he couldn't help but feel soft for you . Soft enough to let you put lip gloss on the back of his hand .

A dangerous softness.

A softness mixed with yearning , attraction and arousal that no bodyguard ever should dare to feel for his client yet here he was letting you use his skin as your personal canvas. When he noticed your lips slightly pouting in concentration as you decided which shade to buy he nearly lost it , clenching his fists tight . He wanted to kiss them , corrupt them with his own mouth , lips , fingers and most importantly cock .

One look at you and goddamn he was goner . He was obsessed , addicted with every line , every inch of you . He knew it was wrong yet he couldn't stop . He wanted to corrupt you , defile you in ways you could never ever imagine . He wanted to do it all with his cock , mouth and fingers and hell every inch of him .

He was on more edge than usual because he knew you were shopping to go a blind date tomorrow and also because walking with a fully grown hard on and bulge was fucking hard. If he had his way , you would have been slammed against the wall by now , right here in this mall with his cock shoved deep inside you so everyone could see who you belonged to .

But he couldn't . He fucking couldn't .

He hated it but he was helpless . He was your bodyguard, stoic, cold and meant to be professional at all times while you were a rich , capable heiress/ heir and a child of a high profile billonaire businessman . It was obvious your father would arrange you up for a blind date and would want to marry you off to another rich man .

You weren't oblivious to all between you and Ghost either. Those heated glances , the awful sexual tension in the air at times , it was all there. You felt it too and you didn't really want to go on the date , not when you craved the cold and stoic man who was meant to be your shield at all costs. However you had no choice . Your father wouldn't have you otherwise and he certainly would never approve something with your bodyguard.

You and Ghost both were helpless and frustrated , holding back something you both craved with each other yet knew would have a terrible ending if given a try .

You both were as forbidden as it got .

Biting your lower lip you asked him which shade to buy while looking down at the several pink shades of gloss you had glided on the back of his veiny and large hand and Ghost just clenched his jaw tighter.

" I don't know shit about makeup , princess. " He let out in a gruff voice with barely hidden supressed desire.