Locked in with My Bodyguard #2

The doors shut, trapping them in the mirrored elevator beneath the soft gold lights.

Sienna leaned against the back wall in a black dress that clung to every curve and barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. Cole could tell by the way her nipples pressed against the fabric every time she breathed.

He stood with his hands behind his back, forcing himself to remain still. For eleven days he'd kept things professional. Last night had changed that.

The elevator began its smooth descent.

Sienna broke the silence. "You're quiet again, Mercer. Still thinking about how wet I was last night? How hard I came while you just stood there like a good little soldier?”

He didn't answer.

She pushed off the wall and stepped closer, close enough that the heat of her body brushed his back. Her hand slid around his waist, bold as fuck, and cupped the thick outline of his cock through his pants.

"Jesus," she murmured, squeezing. "You're already leaking for me. All that control and you're still just a hard cock waiting for permission."

Cole's hand shot out and slammed the emergency stop.

The elevator jolted to a halt between floors. The soft lighting dimmed to a low, intimate glow.

He turned.

Sienna's eyes sparkled. She looked mischievous. She opened her mouth. She was about to say something vulgar.

Cole's hand wrapped around her throat and pinned her hard against the mirrored wall.

"You talk too fucking much."

Her smile widened. "There he is."

His voice dropped. Whatever restraint he'd been using was gone.

"You wanted me to snap. Congratu-fucking-lations. You got it. Now spread your legs and take what you asked for."

She parted her thighs. Cole shoved the tight dress up over her hips. No panties. Of course not. Her cunt was already slick and shiny, the same pretty pink he had watched her ruin the night before. He dragged two fingers through her folds, slow and deliberate, then pushed them inside her.

She moaned, high and broken, hips rolling to take him deeper.

"Look at this Kingstony little cunt," he muttered, fucking her with his fingers. "Already dripping down my hand and I haven't even gotten my cock out yet. "You've been walking around this fucking building all day, soaked and pretending you're innocent, haven't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, eyes glassy. "Fuck—yes—"

He pulled his fingers free, shoved them into her open mouth, and made her taste herself. Sienna sucked them clean without hesitation, tongue swirling, staring up at him the entire time like the spoiled brat she was.

Cole fKingston his cock with his other hand. Thick. Heavy. Already leaking a clear bead of precum that caught the light. He gripped the base and dragged the swollen head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her.

"Last chance to remember I'm your bodyguard," he whispered.

Sienna wrapped one leg around his hip and pulled him closer. "Then do your fucking job and protect me from boredom."

He slammed into her to the hilt.

Sienna cried out, head thudding back against the mirror. Cole didn't give her time to adjust. He'd spent eleven days telling himself not to picture her like this.

He'd spent eleven days telling himself not to picture her like this. Now that she was in his arms, he couldn't stop thinking about all the times he'd stood outside her door and wondered what she was doing on the other side.

"Harder," she demanded, nails digging into his shoulders. "You watched me last night. You saw how rough I need it. Stop holding back like a fucking gentleman."

Cole's hand tightened on her throat. He drove into her deeper, angling up so every thrust dragged over the spot that made her thighs shake.

"You don't give the orders right now," he growled against her mouth. "You take them. This cunt is mine until these doors open again. Say it."

Sienna's eyes rolled. "It's yours—fuck—it's yours, Mercer—"

"Louder."

"It's yours!" she almost screamed as he slammed home especially hard. "My cunt is yours, use it, please—"

He did.

Cole fucked her like he hated how much he wanted her. He moved deeper, forcing wet, filthy sounds out of her with every thrust. Her back arched off the mirror. Her tits bounced against the low neckline of her dress until one nipple slipped free. He dropped his head and bit it, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she would have to hide later.

Sienna cried out, her body tightened around him; he had to fight to keep moving. Fluid ran down their thighs and onto the elevator floor. He didn't stop. He fucked her straight through it, focused on his own release, muttering praise against her throat.

"That's it. Milk my cock like the spoiled little slut you are. You're going to walk into that charity event with my cum dripping down your legs and smile for the cameras as if nothing happened.”

"Yes—yes, fuck—"

He pulled out at the last second, spun her around, shoved her chest against the mirror, and thrust back into her from behind in one brutal stroke. One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. He watched their reflection while he took her—her open mouth, her glazed eyes, the way her tits dragged against the glass with every thrust.

"Come again," he ordered. "Right now. On my cock. I want to feel it."

Sienna shattered a second time, legs nearly giving out. Cole buried himself to the root and followed with a low, guttural groan, pulsing deep inside her in thick, hot ropes until he had nothing left.

For a long moment the only sound was their ragged breathing and the soft hum of the stalled elevator.

He pulled out slowly. His cum immediately leaked down the inside of her thigh in a thick white streak. Sienna stayed braced against the mirror, dress hiked up around her waist, looking thoroughly used and completely unrepentant.

Cole tucked himself away, hit the emergency button again, and the elevator resumed its smooth descent like nothing had happened.

Sienna fixed her dress with lazy, deliberate movements, then turned to face him. Her lipstick was smeared. Her neck already showed the faint outline of his hand.

"Don't give me that fucking look, Mercer. You know damn well you liked it."

She stepped closer, smiling up at him.

"And don't start pretending you're all professional again. That shit lasted eleven days, and look how well it worked out."

She straightened her dress, giving him that smug little grin.

"Tomorrow night, you're still mine to annoy."

She paused at the elevator doors.

"And if you think I'm going to behave just because we're in public, you really don't know me at all."

The doors opened onto the lobby with a polite chime.

Sienna stepped out first, her dress back in place and her public smile already there.

Cole followed two paces behind, expression blank.

To anyone watching, they were exactly what they appeared to be: a wealthy heiress and the bodyguard hired to protect her.

Cole adjusted his jacket.

Tomorrow, she'd test him again.

He already knew that.

The only question was whether he wanted to pass.