Bodyguard Dearest (Bodyguard #1) (15 page)

Trista

I’
m wearing the cutest, naughtiest lingerie on the planet—all see-through fabric and white lace, both of which Tanner has admitted enjoying. It’s New Year’s Eve and Tanner is out shopping. I kind of gave him a longish list, so I’d have time to prepare the place—and I even cooked! God bless the internet and all the good people who share their awesome recipes with the rest of us lesser mortals.

The table is set with the roast on a platter, a sweet potato casserole and a big salad with greens, dried fruit and a lemon vinaigrette I made from scratch. A bottle of champagne waits for Tanner’s attention. Two candles burn in brass candleholders and the music I have playing is soft and discreet. I should probably congratulate myself for vacuuming
and
doing dishes, two things I can honestly say I have never done before in my life.

I admire my hard work and then gently grasp the stockings and garter belt from the back of the chair where I left them. I slowly unfold the stockings and then slide them up to my thighs to secure them with the garter belt. I’m in all white tonight for Tanner’s fantasies.

When his key turns in the keyhole, I quickly put my purple satin robe on, so I can save his special gift for a little later.

He’s so handsome, so spectacular-looking in his black jeans and wine-colored shirt with his short dark spiked hair and his full muscles barely contained underneath the fabric.

He stops a few feet from the table, taking in the surprise I’ve prepared for him. He enjoys what he sees—his glinting eyes attest to that.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend?” he teases, dropping the bags he’s carrying.

“Your girlfriend,” I say, laughing and wrapping my arms around his neck, as he hoists me up and spins me for a second or two. “I never thought I’d hear you say that word.”

“Wait a second,” he says, as his left hand slides underneath the robe, along the stockings to my barely-there panties and then to the garter belt. He cups both my butt cheeks with a grin. “Did you start without me?”

I lick my lips. “What if I did?”

“Then I wouldn’t feel guilty for doing this.”

I open my mouth to ask him what he means, or at least I think I do—I can’t really be certain because my brain turns into goo as Tanner lifts me higher, sitting me on top of his shoulders. I hold onto the back of his head with a yelp so I don’t fall backwards, practically gluing my belly onto his face.

His teeth attack my flimsy panties, pulling them to the side before his tongue flicks against my core, spreading me wide open.

My legs tremble and I can barely hold on to him when he runs his tongue over my clit, making me throb all over.

“I can’t,” I say, but that just makes him intensify the attack on my shuddering body, swirling his tongue around my clit and then my opening, and then licking upward to find my swollen clit again.

Torture, pure and simple. I’m afraid that if I let go, if I surrender to the building tremors between my legs, I will just fly off him and land flat on my ass.

I squeeze my thighs tight around his neck, but he keeps spreading them to get better access to my soaking wet pussy.

His tongue lights a fire inside of me and it’s the sweetest torture ever. So slow and so demanding. He makes my pussy happy.

I cry out in shock when he spins around without a warning, certain we’ll both be tumbling down any moment now. This makes him laugh a little against my pussy and it feels so fucking good. He suddenly goes down on his knees like it’s a piece of cake, setting me down on the couch, his face still buried between my legs as he bends my knees, hiking them over his shoulder.

I lie back to let him get me off any way he wants, feeling exhausted and blissful at the same time.

Tanner’s big hands move up my body to find my breasts. He starts humming a little when he strokes the soft lace that’s covering them. His thumbs start working on my nipples, twisting and pinching, while his tongue moves in circles that grow wider and faster, pushing me over the edge.

And then he stops!

“And that’s what I’d do if you had started without me,” he says, grinning wide at me.

“What the fuck?” I screech. “Are you out of your mind?”

“The food is getting cold,” he says, kissing my inner thighs.

“Get your mouth back where it belongs,” I warn him, getting so frustrated I’m tempted to smack him. “This is your appetizer right here.”

I yank at his hair and actually wish it was longer so I could hurt him a little. “I need you,” I tell him with hooded eyes, deciding it would serve me to change my approach. I can whack him later.

“That’s better,” he says. “I can’t lie, the voluntary submission of such a bossy girl is quite pleasing.”

“Don’t be such an as…
ahhhh
.”

A finger slips inside me and then another at the same time that he takes my clit in his mouth, sucking on it fervently. He’s immediately forgiven. Like, one hundred percent. “Ohh, that’s it,” I tell him, “just like that.”

Just like that
. Nobody has ever understood my body the way Tanner Hayes does, not even myself.

I close my eyes as sensations overtake me and I fall into a huge tidal wave of pleasure. The orgasm is so deep, so intense it reaches every pore in me and then explodes inside my blood.

Tanner’s mouth travels up my mound to my belly button to the line between my breasts to my throat, never once leaving my skin unattended during my wild aftershocks.

“You’re so gorgeous when you do that,” he says. “I could lick you all day just to watch you come undone.”

My breathing is heavy and uneven but I still manage to tell him the magic little words I’ve never used before in my life but that I like telling him. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you more,” he says, his fingers opening my robe and then pulling the sleeves down my arms, baring my special white lingerie and stockings and garter belt. “Damn, Tris,” he says, “being that sexy should be illegal.”

“You’re one to talk,” I say, running my hand over his glorious abs. They’re so hard they could deflect bullets like Clark Kent.

I pull the shirt off him, desperate for more of his skin.

“These panties are soaked,” he says, running the tips of his index fingers up and down my thighs.
Bam
, the panties are ripped off my body with two strong tugs.

Tanner starts licking at my tits, going from one to the other, circling the nipples like they’re thawing popsicles and he has to catch the juices on his tongue. My nipples harden like pebbles, aching for him.

His hands stroke up and down the stockings and then squeeze my ass.

“Do all people fuck constantly when they first fall in love?” I ask him as he unbuttons his jeans. A second later, they come off along with his black boxer briefs. His cock springs free, thick and long, pointing at me.

“Such an inquisitive mind. Don’t you know? Haven’t you been in love before?” he says as he aligns his cock against my opening.

I shake my head. “Never. You’re my first love. I want you to be my last. Does that freak you out?”

“Fuck,” he says, jamming his entire length inside me, stretching me wider as he begins to thrust. “It fucking makes me hard as hell, baby.”

Don’t I know it. I swear, he grows bigger with every thrust. It’s a miracle my body manages to adjust every time.

“Sweet little pussy,” he says between growls, “so tight, so wet, so perfect.”

We implode almost simultaneously. My big brute loses control, slamming into me ferociously, taking possession of me, leading me to a raw, pulsating orgasm that triggers his own.

“We’ll have to reheat everything,” I say with a pout once I catch my breath a little in his arms.

“You’re so hot, Tris,” he says, taking a strand of my hair into his mouth.

“Be serious,” I tell him, as he keeps licking my hair like it’s dinner.

“Everything about you is delicious. I could survive just feasting on you.”

“It took me hours,
hours
, to cook tonight,” I scold him. “You’re eating that food and that’s that.”

He laughs. “Lord, you can be such a boss. I’ll eat your food. In fact, I can’t wait to eat your food. I’m starving for everything you got, baby.”

We kiss, the weight of the past few days finally being lifted. There’s a brand new year ahead of us and a brand new life, and like New Year’s confetti and champagne and fireworks, our life will sparkle and pop and sizzle with endless colors and lots of lustful noise.

I had thought that I felt attracted to Tanner because opposites attract, but I was wrong. That’s not true. Tanner is not my opposite, he’s my match, he fills in all the negative spaces inside me, erases the empty spots. If I were a puzzle, he’d be all the missing pieces. I waited my whole life to find what was missing and one fine day, the world’s hottest bodyguard walked into my life.

Later, after cleaning up from dinner, we sit on the couch to welcome in the New Year. I curl up against Tanner’s shoulder like a kitten as the TV countdown begins. We say the numbers out loud together. When the clock finally strikes twelve, I move my lips to his ear.

“Will you love me forever?” I whisper with my smallest voice.

“That’s the new assignment,” he says.

THE END

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SCANDAL

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An unlikely assignment throws recent graduate Ella Wade directly into the frenzy of a deadly scandal and the burn-your-fingers-hot male model at its heart, Jaxson Cole.
*From USA Today Bestselling author Alison Foster, this collection includes all three books in the romantic suspense series SCANDAL and it is the complete story of Ella Wade and Jaxson Cole.*
Ella Wade knew working at a website called The Daily Scandal might lead to an interesting summer job after graduating college. She did not know that one big mistake would pull her into the heart of a sleazy world of publicity where truths are worse than lies and a murderer is on the loose.
When Ella gives into temptation and sleeps with her stepsister Madison's ex, her world flips upside down. It doesn't matter that Madison is dead or that Jaxson Cole wasn't, in fact, her boyfriend but a publicist's stunt to link two of the hottest catwalk models romantically in order to feed tabloid curiosity. The damage is done and with deadly consequences.
Even worse, Jax definitely knows things he won't say. Falling for his epic hotness could mean one good screw will screw Ella for a lifetime.

Please, keep reading for an excerpt from SCANDAL.

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Prologue - The Day I Met Jaxson Cole

I
magine a day that begins as a tedious repetition of any day from the previous three weeks at a new job, a day that would so completely spin off its axis that it would bring about the two most defining moments in your life.

In my case that life has spanned twenty-two years.

This day would be equal parts ominous and promising. It would be blindingly bright. It would rock the very foundations of your existence. You would be reeling from shock until you stumbled upon your wildest dream.

Imagine that day in your own life and you can begin to understand what happened to me exactly five days ago, on June the twenty-third, when male model Jaxson Cole jumped off the fashion runway during a rehearsal to land right in front of me and take my hand.

You might know his name or you might know his torso which has stared at you at drug stores, airports and websites from the covers of high fashion and fitness magazines. The man lives in an orgy of flashing bulbs as he does the catwalk for the likes of Armani and Tom Ford.

It’s quite possible you heard his name in the gossip pages featuring articles about his supposed, torrid romance with Madison Starr, my ex stepsister and lingerie fashion supermodel, before she met her tragic end.

Yes, that Jaxson Cole. We all remember the headlines.

Details come flooding into my mind now. It seems that I’ve gotten entirely too ahead of myself.