CHAPTER SIX

NICK

Well that didn’t last long. I’d promised Alicia only yesterday that I would never watch her again, yet there I was, riveted to the spot when I rounded the corner after my patrol to see her rinsing off in the outdoor shower.

Since Alicia wasn’t planning on going out and was sticking around the house for now, it was easy to avoid her for the rest of the day after our talk the day before. I wasn’t her damn babysitter, and while as her bodyguard, I would be by her side whenever the situation called for it, I wasn’t the type who followed my clients around their own damn houses.

I was, apparently, the type who just couldn’t catch a fucking break when it came to the most beautiful client I’d ever had. I couldn’t even be pissed at her for it this time, because she wasn’t just trying to tease me.

She’d gone for a long swim earlier, as I learned was her routine, and was clearly just rinsing the chlorine off before she went inside. The outdoor shower sat on the very edge of the deck and was surrounded by wooden slats that obscured my view some, but didn’t completely hide her.

We were alone in the house. Emilia had gone off to do something or another, and Warren and his team had been called back to the city for a meeting with the FBI.

Since I’d been keeping my distance, she probably thought it was safe for her to get naked. She’d slipped out of the bikini for her shower. Not that the swim suit covered much to begin with. It was so skimpy, it had set my blood boiling to mercurial levels when I’d caught a glimpse of her just before she dove into the pool earlier.

Alicia’s eyes were closed beneath the shower spray. She tilted her head back, and her hands tangled into her hair, parting it in sections to wash the chlorine out. Although I couldn’t see her nipples through the slats, I could make out the smooth outline of her breasts, thrust up toward the sky, from the angle of her head and shoulders under the stream of water.

Her skin was starting to take on a light tan from all time she’d spent out in the sunshine since we’d arrived, making it radiant and glowing. My dick twitched, hardening quickly as I watched the water cascading over her shoulders.

My eyes ran down the length of her body, following the drops to where they pooled at her feet, as if I were as obligated to take in every exposed inch of her, as the droplets were commanded by gravity to snake down her body.

Once again, my body warred with my mind. I shouldn’t be watching her. Hell, I’d gone so far as to come right out and tell her it would never happen again, but I couldn’t move a fucking muscle. My feet stayed planted on the grass just below the deck, unable to obey my brain’s orders to carry us as far away from Alicia as fast as possible.

I screwed my eyes shut, hoping that it would help if I shut them to the perfection they were feasting on, but the image of her was burned into my mind. The curve of her hip, the lines of her taut stomach, the roundness of her breasts.

They were all right there, along with the haunting gray eyes that I hadn’t been able to get out of my head since the first time I’d seen them. It was impossible to forget the way they’d lit up playfully when I’d been trying to talk to her.

The sound of her voice speaking softly had my eyes snap open and my mind scrambling for a reason to be standing here, although it was difficult to think through my single-minded focus on sex. I couldn’t think of anything. I’d even settle for an excuse, and I never made excuses. Then I realized she wasn’t speaking to me. She was singing, her body swaying along to the song under the stream of water. I’d never been more relieved.

I should’ve taken that as a sign and used the moment of clarity to walk away, but I didn’t. As soon as the realization hit that I hadn’t been caught gaping at her like a horny teenager, I was right back to square one. Unable to tear my fucking eyes away.

I was rock hard again. It was impossible to control my dick when it was around Alicia. It was like it had signed up for the twenty-four-seven shifts with me on this job and was determined to do its part. She continued to sing as she reached for a small bottle of shower gel, squeezed some onto her palms, and began lathering up.

Small white bubbles clung to her skin as she worked herself over, lingering to massage her breasts for just a second before her hands went to her shoulders.

Good god. My cock throbbed, swelling until it was as painful as it had been while I’d been watching her dance. My heart was beating so fast that if I was hooked up to a machine, I was sure I’d be raced into surgery while my breathing grew ragged.

My body needed release more desperately than ever. It had been begging for days, and I couldn’t deny it anymore. What was worse, was that I didn’t want to.

When Alicia rinsed off and reached for the knob to shut down the water, my feet finally remembered how to move and carried me straight to my bedroom in the house annexed to the main one, where the security team was staying.

I’d never jerked off to the image, or vivid fantasies, of a client before. But I wasn’t going to lie to myself. There was nothing else that could take my mind off Alicia. Not even as I played my usual favorite porn videos through my mind and tried to locate one that might stand a chance.

There was no equal to her. She did things to my body that were unrivaled.

And she hasn’t even touched me. There was no doubt in my mind that things would be explosive between us if she ever did, but that wasn’t ever going to happen. I couldn’t let it.

So, I settled for what I could have: a mind-blowing orgasm that would hopefully serve to get the need for her out of my system, at least a little, and allow me to walk around without a hard-on powerful enough to hammer nails into concrete.

All the other bodyguards had gone back to the city with Warren, but I wasn’t taking any chances that anyone was going to barge in on me. I didn’t think I could take it if I didn’t come very fucking soon. I turned the key in my bedroom door, locking it.

The only thing that was going to keep me from doing this was if Alicia was in danger, but she wasn’t. She was perfectly safe. So, it was on. Me, myself, and I were about to get down and dirty.

Too worked up to hang my suit properly, I let it fall to the laminated floor and walked over to my bed, stark naked.

My room was small, but well appointed. It had one window, but the curtains were still drawn from the night before, so I was safe from prying eyes. Right across from my bed was a dresser with a mirror affixed to the wall behind it. Aside from that, the only other furniture in the room was a small couch, a flat screen television, and a desk that had my laptop on it.

I didn’t bother to get it. I wasn’t going to need porn. Positioning myself on the bed, I fluffed a pillow and leaned back, getting comfortable. If I was going to do this, and I fucking was, I was doing it properly. I’d waited long enough for the release.

It wasn’t going to be a five-second wank that ended with a mediocre orgasm that left me feeling even more frustrated than I had been going in. Fuck that.

With the mirror being where it was, I had a perfect view of myself. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, curving up to my navel where beads of precum were already rolling down to my skin.

As soon as I started stroking my dick, my hips jerked forward, I was that ready. So sensitive that even my own touch threatened to send me exploding like a geyser. I went slow at first, stroking myself from the base to the tip, smearing my wetness over my head. My voice broke the silence with a loud grunt. “Oh, yeah.”

Gripping tighter, I pumped myself as I got lost in my fantasy. Alicia was anything but off-limits in it. She was in that shower, lathering herself up, but I was there with her. She smiled at me as she teased her nipples, her eyes darkening with lust.

“What’re you waiting for?” she asked me, reaching for my hands. “A written invitation?”

I smirked at her, already hard and ready, stepping closer and bringing my hands up to replace hers on her breasts. “Not necessary. You’ll be begging me soon enough.”

Alicia’s nipples were puckered to little points. I bent my head down and sucked one into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and relishing the way she moaned my name. Her hands were all over my body, and it was her fingers that were tightening around my cock. Her hand stroked it faster and faster.

My hands were on her hips, one gliding down her soapy skin and sliding into her slick folds, finding her wet and swollen for me. Alicia cried out when one of my fingers sank into her, the pad of my thumb circling her engorged clit.

I dropped to my knees in the shower, keeping my hands on her but replacing my thumb with my mouth. She tasted so damn sweet on my tongue. Her walls clamped onto my fingers, signaling that she was close. Just as close as I was getting, so I stopped.

Both in the fantasy and in reality.

My body screamed at me, my balls heavy and aching, my breathing coming out in pants. I usually liked to tease myself, to let myself get just about there a few times before I finally let go, but I couldn’t stand it that day. Even the mental image of Alicia, wet and on edge because of me, was enough to send me right there myself.

Fuck it.

Wrapping my hand around my dick once again, I knew there was no way I was stopping again until I’d milked myself dry. I stroked faster and faster, reaching down to cup my balls as my muscles started shaking and a fire erupted at the base of my spine.

The tension and stress of the past few days dissipated as I finally approached climax. Back in the fantasy, I stood up and lifted Alicia against me, positioning my dick at her entrance, her back pressed against the shower wall. I entered her with one deep thrust, our groans of relief ringing out above the sound of the water raining down.

She was so fucking wet. So tight. She took all of me, a perfect fit. We found our rhythm quickly, like we’d done it a thousand times before. Moving together in a frenzy, Alicia came with my name on her lips.

With a rush of intense joy and a deep, guttural groan, my orgasm hit like a firework. It erupted in a brilliant flash, high up into the air as a multitude of colors exploded behind my eyelids.

Holy fuck.

My stomach was coated in semen, and my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. That was by far the most powerful orgasm I’d had in months, but strangely, I didn’t feel completely satisfied. My appetite was only whetted.