Bodyguard Book Boyfriend (Book Boyfriend Dating Agency)

Epilogue

GRANT

“ B aby, you feel so good. Oh my God,” Tarae moans as she moves her hips seductively.

“No, baby. You feel good. Take this dick like I know you can. That’s it. Move those hips. You’re such a good girl.”

Tarae loves it when I talk her through it. She loudly groans and circles her hips wildly. I can’t get enough of this woman. She was made for me. Her body, mind, her fucking soul is mine.

“I’m going to cum. Baby, please. I need… I need…”

I know exactly what she needs, so I place my hand between our bodies and rub her clit. I can feel Tarae’s orgasm building. Her sweet pussy is clenching around me so deliciously that I have to concentrate extra hard so I don’t cum.

I stroke into her roughly, rubbing her clit in tandem. Tarae shoots off like a rocket, screaming my name while her whole body shakes. I continue to thrust through her orgasm while holding mine back.

As soon as Tarae’s head lulls back, I know she’s had enough. But I pull her head up and kiss her roughly. I let myself go, and I fill her sweet pussy with cum. We lay back, breathing hard, and I know there’s no other place I’d rather be.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I signed up for a dating agency, but I didn’t think I would ever find a woman as smart and beautiful as Tarae. It’s like she was written just for me.

Tarae may not have needed a bodyguard to protect her from Chrissy, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be there to shield her from any harm for the rest of my life. My woman deserves to be treated like a queen, and I’m just the man for the job.

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TARAE

The cheering of the ELFIEs crowd never felt so rewarding. I have been killing it all evening, and I’m so glad that I went through with this. Shelby was right, this has been a positive experience.

Too bad Mark has been off his game tonight. He’s been stuttering through the lines from the teleprompter, entering and exiting at the wrong time on stage, and not landing any of the jokes.

The last one isn’t really his fault; the writers were in charge of the jokes. But I didn’t have any problems with my delivery. I feel bad for Mark…

“Our next category is about pure talent. Speaking of which, we all know a reporter isn’t as talented as a world-renowned pop star or a world-famous athlete, but hey somebody has to be a fan. Isn’t that right, Tarae?” Mark smirks in my direction.

That wasn’t on the teleprompter. Oh so this motherfucker wants to write his own jokes huh. He didn’t stutter through that, did he… asshole.

“That’s right, Mark. Some of you have to be fans. I mean some people lack the talent to lip sync autotuned lyrics and dance off beat. And some players have the talent to actually run and catch a ball without fumbling. I mean, you used to have that talent, right Mark?” I smirk as the crowd oohs and the laughs get louder and louder.

Take that bitch. We can both go off script.

“Alright, Alright.” I wave my hands calming the crowd. “While we’re on the subject of talent,” I continue while Mark stands seething, staring a hole in the side of my head. “This next presenter is known for her talent as the greatest tennis player of all time. We like to call her the GOAT. Let’s give a big round of applause to Simone Williamson.”

When the applause starts, Mark and I are given the cue to exit the stage. We both walk toward the dressing rooms, but as soon as we get away from people, Mark gets in my face. I know he’s mad because his dark brown face is scrunched up with fury.

“You think you’re so smart. You tried to embarrass me in front of millions of people. You know I can have you—” Mark doesn’t finish his sentence because he’s snatched away from me.

“If you value your life, I suggest you get out of my woman’s face. I would hate to knock your ass out again.” Grant has Mark’s arm twisted behind his back so fast I barely registered what happened.

I don’t even know how Grant got backstage, but I won’t question it. His timing is always impeccable.

I’m not scared of Mark. Even though he’s a large man, he’s good at talking shit, but he’s really a pussy. He’s a man who uses intimidation to get his way, on and off the field. Too bad I have a bodyguard that doesn’t get intimidated.

“Just let me go…” Mark whines.

“Get the fuck outta here before you have to explain to your coach how you got a concussion in the off-season.”

Mark grunts when Grant lets him go. He doesn’t even look back as he hurries away like the coward he is. I never thought I would say this, but I’m glad Mark cheated. He’s her problem now.

“My hero.” I bat my lashes at Grant and wrap my arms around his neck.

“No, your bodyguard.”

THE END.