Her Bodyguard (MF)

Curvy Women Wanted 8

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 15,200
6 Ratings (4.5)

Lucas Evans is a personal bodyguard, and he’s been called in when a world-famous pop star was stabbed on live television. No one knows who did it, and it’s up to him to protect the beautiful young woman. He’s a professional, but when it comes to Kate Swanson, all he wants to be is unprofessional.

Kate had been receiving death threats long before she was attacked, but Kate doesn’t have a clue who’d want to hurt her. The only person she feels safe with is Lucas. He’ll protect her, but it’s not just safety that he makes her feel. The attraction between them is undeniable. Kate has never allowed a person into her heart or her bed. She’s seen how ugly breakups go, and she doesn’t want that. But Lucas is different, and Kate craves his touch more than she does performing on stage. He gives her a chance to be herself, and there’s a freedom with being with him that she’s not had since she rose to stardom.

With the threat looming over her head, is there any way that Lucas can forget that he’s her bodyguard, and finally give her what she’s been craving? Can Lucas bring himself to love the starlet? Can he protect her from someone who is intent on hurting her?

Her Bodyguard (MF)
6 Ratings (4.5)

Her Bodyguard (MF)

Curvy Women Wanted 8

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 15,200
6 Ratings (4.5)
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Great reading, but wished it was longer.
I always love reading Sam Crescent's stories and this one was no different.
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Lucas wanted her to forget about her fears and to only focus on the here and now. She didn’t need to worry about her safety. She had him, and now he had her.

Removing his jacket and his guns, he stared at her, adjusting his cuffs.

Her hands were fisted at her sides.

“I’ve already taken your panties from you.”

The red fabric lay at the floor near her feet.

“You’re my woman, Kate. I’m the first man that claimed you, and I’ll be the last man inside you.”

He folded his arms, waiting.

Seconds passed, and she finally began to unbutton her shirt. The black shirt looked sexy especially as she revealed her matching red bra beneath.

He’d noticed many months ago that she loved sexy lingerie. They were her one weakness, and he didn’t have a problem with that.

She had to get used to him tearing them from her body though. He didn’t like anything getting in his way, especially panties.

His cock hardened as the shirt fell to the floor. She didn’t immediately go for the bra. Her fingers played with the band around her waist, and the skirt dropped to the floor, showcasing her rounded stomach and thick thighs.

He’d not had those thighs wrapped around his waist enough, and he wanted them again.

She reached behind her, unsnapping the catch of her bra.

His woman stood before him completely naked, and she looked breathtaking. He saw the real Kate that no one got to see. She never hid from him. Her smiles were his and his alone.

He lowered himself down into one of the seats directly in front of the bare coffee table.

He liked wooden tables as he always felt the glass ones were way too dangerous. “I want you to lie on this table, and spread your thighs for me.”


“Trust me, Kate. I’ll never hurt you, and I certainly won’t bring any harm to you.”

She nodded, and stepped forward. He watched her glorious tits bounce with every single step she took, and just the sight of her made him want to put her down on the bed and fuck her hard.

He didn’t though.

She sat down on the table and lay back a little awkwardly, her thighs still very close together.

Leaning forward, he captured her knees—he was that close.

He stared into her eyes, as she’d risen up on her elbows, and she didn’t fight him as he began to spread her legs. He didn’t look down at her until he was sure she was ready for that.

With her legs open, her tits rising and falling, and the glaze of desire in her eyes, Lucas looked his fill of her body.

Her stomach quivered, and he sat back in his chair, admiring her.

The lips of her pussy were soaked with her cream, and he liked her response to him, always aroused.

He intended to keep it that way.

“Touch your pussy.”

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