Beloved Bodyguard

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The new bodyguard her father had insisted on
assigning her looked like a block of hewn granite and had about
that much personality. He was a rock, with dark almond eyes, a
blade of a nose, and cheekbones sharp enough to cut through his
skin. His jaw could stop a truck, and his lips were so straight you
could use them as a ruler. If coal were shoved up his ass, he’d
press out diamonds. Only his sleek black hair showed a hint of
unruliness as strands fell over his forehead.

“I’m sorry, miss. It’s for your safety. The
situation isn’t stable right now.”

Leelah glared at the man in the charcoal gray
suit before slamming the door closed in his face. Retreating into
the bright garden of colors decorating her bedroom, she flopped on
the bed and gazed at the star-spangled ceiling before switching on
the comset implanted in her ear.

“Trianne Abet.” She said her friend’s name
aloud and the comset connected them.

“Hey, girl, what’s up?” It was hard to hear
Trianne’s voice above the background noise of a party. “Where are
you? You need to get your ass over here.”

“Can’t.” Leelah picked at her purple
bedcover. “Would you believe this
shenje
? Almost twenty-five
years old and I’m basically grounded.”

“What?” Trianne yelled.

“They’re not letting me leave the compound.
We’re on high alert, so this new guy has me on lockdown. There’s
always some new threat! When will I be allowed to actually start
living my life and making some kind of difference in the
world?”

“Stop it!” Trianne’s shriek echoed in
Leelah’s head, and she dialed down the comset. “Sorry. Burdah’s
grabbing my boob. Listen, your dad’s practically the ruler of the
Free Worlds. You should know the drill by now. Remember when you
were twelve and there was that uprising that never came to
anything? You managed to get out and we spent the day at the beach.
Are you telling me as a grown woman you can’t manage to shake your
bodyguard?”

“This guy’s different. He’s like a hawk.” She
thought of Ja-hun’s intent eyes watching everything at once, taking
in every detail, and giving nothing back. A glimmer of arousal
spiked through her and she wondered what fucking such a cold man
would be like. Enough to frost her pussy, no doubt. “Anyway, this
is not just about going to a party and having fun, although it
sounds like you’re having a helluva good time. I could actually be
useful. I do know a little something about how to play the
diplomacy game.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re good at intergalactic
relations. There’s this guy from Anu, named Danje, you’ve got to
meet. He’s gorgeous.”

The mental picture of an Anuvian male, a
beautiful golden specimen of his race, wouldn’t come into focus. It
kept being supplanted by Ja-hun’s granite face.

“I’ve tried everything, but I can’t get this
bodyguard to let me go out, even though he’d be right there to, you
know, do his job and guard me.”

“Try harder.” There was a loud laugh, then
Trianne said, “Gotta go,” before abruptly ending the
transmission.

Leelah sighed. If her father weren’t in the
middle of a summit meeting, she’d call and have him order Ja-hun to
free her from house arrest. Her dad understood that parties really
were about more than socializing.

Because of the big event tomorrow evening,
royals and dignitaries from worlds across the galaxy were currently
on NewEarth. Many of the younger generation of those prominent
families would be at Burdah Garan’s party today. Forging
connections with them was important. She could influence policy,
sway future decisions, and get them to open their pocketbooks to
fund some of her father’s new programs. If she happened to have
some fun at the same time, that was a well-earned perk.

She kicked her legs against the bed for a few
moments, venting her frustration, then called up the vid screen
only to find nothing interesting on. At her command, the screen
disappeared, revealing the scarlet-draped wall behind it again.
Staring at the wall, she wondered if it was time for a makeover for
her room. The profusion of brilliant colors was eye-catching,
but hardly restful. Maybe that was why she had so much trouble
sleeping at night. Even the starry sky on her ceiling didn’t lull
her. She was always shifting and moving, too full of energy to
relax.

A shrink would probably find all sorts of
interesting things in her psyche, but she refused to go to one. She
didn’t want some stranger poking around inside her. What she wanted
right now was to be with Trianne and her other friends. She wanted
to help her father in his campaign of change and knew exactly how
to present his plans so the younger set would get on board. She
could be an invaluable tool for him, if he’d loosen the reins.

The only thing standing between her and what
she wanted to accomplish was that stony lump in the hallway outside
her bedroom. The bodyguard infuriated her, but also piqued her
interest. Ja-hun’s broad shoulders, big hands, and stoic expression
had infiltrated her sexual fantasies ever since he’d arrived.
Imagining the chiseled muscle and sleek skin under that somber suit
awoke an itch she couldn’t quite scratch.

She squeezed her thighs together against the
pulsing between them and cupped her breasts, through the fabric of
her shirt. She rubbed her thumbs over her nipples and glanced down
at the erect buds molded by clinging cloth. What would happen if
she opened the door and called Ja-hun into her room from his post
in the hallway? He was a man, not a rock. Surely his gaze would
slip down to her chest, and a light would spark in those
inscrutable eyes. His cock might harden, a different sort of stone
filling out the front of his pants.

As Leelah pictured Ja-hun’s arousal, she
squeezed her legs together tighter and tugged her nipples harder.
She’d been around the guy less than a week, and he intrigued her in
a way men seldom did. As a rule, the male sex was pretty easy to
figure out and very easy to manipulate. But Ja-hun was such an
enigma, so emotionless and reserved that she kept jabbing him with
verbal barbs to try to arouse a response.

She’d never before tried to dally with the
help. Throughout the years, as bodyguards came and went, she’d
always understood they were there to provide protection, not to be
teased or toyed with—although she had cajoled Drummond into playing
endless games of
jabarta
when she was eight. But Ja-hun had
invaded her mind and her senses.

She found herself speculating about what he’d
be like in bed. Leelah exposed her breasts so she could touch them
while imagining Ja-hun’s rough-hewn hands covering them. After
flipping up the hem of her skirt, she pulled off her panties and
began working her fingertip over her clit. Her pussy was already
slippery from bodyguard-inspired daydreams. She dipped a finger
inside herself and spread the moisture up her seam. She rubbed her
clit until her hips lifted and her pussy ached for release.

Leelah reached for the vibrator in her
nightstand drawer, turned it on and guided it into her entrance. It
was the best toy money could buy, with a texture and movement
similar to the real thing. Her trusty vibe was probably better hung
and certainly less trouble than most men. She should be glad to
spend an afternoon with it—even if it didn’t give her a kiss
afterward.

As her muscles clenched around the pulsing
faux penis, she again pictured her bodyguard out of his sober gray
suit. Underneath she was sure there were muscles like iron bands,
solid but not bulky, and she imagined his skin would be golden-tan
all over. If he was on top of her now, his hard chest crushing her
breasts, their skin would glide together. His eyes, as they gazed
into hers, would be alive with electric sparks instead of their
usual flat calm. The aching tension inside her grew stronger as her
fantasy grew sharper and more detailed. The buzzing vibrator hit a
perfect spot deep inside and sent sparkles of delight through
her.

Leelah moaned. Couldn’t trust a real man to
hit that sweet spot. But then, the vibrator didn’t make the
intoxicating grunts and groans that a man did.

A few more thrusts brought her to the peak.
Plunging down the other side, she cried out her pleasure. More than
cried—she wailed in release, which explained why her bodyguard
burst into the room a second later.

She froze with the vibrator buried deep, her
body arching off the bed, and her mouth still open.

Ja-hun also froze, a
zynpher
half
drawn from the holster beneath his jacket. He stared at her,
glanced around the room as though there might be hidden intruders,
then stared at her again. But he didn’t blink once, and no
expression disturbed his stony countenance.

He put the
zynpher
back in its
holster, and his jacket fell forward, concealing it again. “Pardon
me.” His voice was low and as smooth as glass. He dipped his head
and withdrew from the room, closing the door quietly behind
him.

Leelah’s orgasmic high evaporated like
raindrops on hot pavement. She pulled the still pulsing vibrator
from her pussy and threw it across the room at the door. It
clattered to the floor before it reached that far. Forget the
granite comparison. Her new bodyguard was a fucking block of
ice.

* * * *

Outside his new charge’s door, Ja-hun stood
breathing heavily, his heart racing and blood rushing through him.
Right to his cock, as a matter of fact. He was like a boy when it
came to Leelah, completely losing control over his body’s reactions
and surrendering the hard-won discipline with which he governed his
mind.

This glorified babysitting position should
have been the easiest job ever. He’d taken the position for a
chance to breathe, regroup, and think about what he might do with
the rest of his life. Instead, keeping Leelah safe was turning into
a nightmare. Not because he thought she was in any imminent danger,
but because his unruly hormones burst like fireworks whenever he
looked at her.

But then what man wouldn’t be affected by the
sight of a woman with a vibrator buried in her pussy and her body
writhing against a tangle of blue satin sheets?

He groaned and closed his eyes, but couldn’t
shut out the shifting images of what he’d seen in that bedroom;
tangled brown hair, flushed cheeks, and full lips parted to reveal
a flash of white teeth. Topaz eyes fringed by long, dark lashes
stared right into his. A shirt pushed up to reveal pert breasts
with erect nipples. How he craved a lick of those rosy tips. Naked
legs spread far apart, offering him an explicit view of her pussy
stretched around a fake cock—one he would have been happy to
replace with his erection.

In the few seconds he’d stood staring, his
cock had swelled to massive proportions. He prayed Leelah hadn’t
seen the fast-growing bulge in his pants or registered the surge of
lust reflected in his face. He knew his mouth hadn’t dropped open
or his eyes widened in shock. He was too well schooled in
concealing his emotions for that, but still his desire must have
burned across his face.

A job. Leelah was just another job. He’d
reminded himself of this every day since he’d begun working for
President Rogent Blaine, but the resolve didn’t hold. Only six days
into the job and he was in turmoil over a headstrong, bad-tempered
bitch he normally wouldn’t give a moment’s thought to. What the
hell was happening to him?
Sex. Need. Desire.
throbbed
through him in an unending mantra, replacing his former credo,
Discipline. Calm. Control.