Page 10 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“Your father told you the reason, didn’t he? That I’m good at my job. He wants the best for you,” I replied. Sabrina was glaring at me. She was standing so close to me that I could kiss her if I wanted to.
I watched the way her shoulders rose and fell. She was taking in deep breaths. Just when I thought I was going to give in. I was going to have to touch her but she spun away and strode over to her closet. A walk-in closet, filled with rows and rows of clothes, shoes and accessories.
I didn’t know much about fashion but it was pretty obvious that she owned a dream closet, one that any girl would have given her right arm to own.
She kept her back turned to me as she started pulling out clothes from a drawer. I watched the way her ass shook. What did she do to own an ass in that perfect shape? Her body was delicious.
She looked at me over her shoulder and caught me looking. I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. She was doing it on purpose. Teasing me.
When she started peeling her dress off, I looked away. What the fuck?
From the corner of my eye, I could see her stepping out of it. She didn’t even bother picking it up, just left it there on the floor.
I watched as she walked over to the bathroom. My eyes roamed over her body. She was in nothing but black lace lingerie. Her panties were thin and dainty and her ass was on full display, so was her narrow waist, her flawless smooth back.
She looked at me again. Once more, our eyes met. I wasn’t going to hide it. My desire for her. I wouldn’t touch her because that would be breaking the rules of this job, but nobody said anything about not looking.
“Can I go take a shower by myself, or do you need to come and stand inside the bathroom too?” she asked.
“I’ll be waiting here,” I said.
Sabrina rolled her eyes before she went in. She didn’t shut the door behind her, not fully. I could see clearly inside the bathroom and had to turn away again.
She was stepping into the glass shower cubicle. I chanced another look, just as she was getting out of her panties.
Fuck! This was torture!
How the fuck was I supposed to resist pouncing on her?
I turned away, firmly planting my back to the door. I had to keep it under control. I needed to stay sane.4SabrinaIn the shower, I stood under the steady hot stream of water and finally, I was beginning to feel some comfort at being back in my own home. In my own bathroom. But I couldn’t fully relax, knowing there was a big muscular biker in my bedroom, watching me.
Maybe I should have been afraid. Maybe I should have been worried about what he was capable of doing, or how this was going to change my life. But all I could think about was if he was watching me now.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have started this if he didn’t force his way into my bedroom. Did he really need to be in here? Watching my every move? Listening to me breathing?
Something was going on that Daddy wasn’t telling me about.
I had always grown up with security around me. Before Daddy became mayor, he was a successful businessman. He said we always needed security because there were people who would have liked to sabotage his business and his political career. So, having a personal bodyguard wasn’t anything new or special for me.
But never in the history of my life was a man like Spike hired to do the job.
This man did not belong with the rest of the security personnel who worked for my dad. He was also way more ballsy. He didn’t fit the usual bill and that was what set off the alarm bells for me.
Daddy was very insistent that it was time for me to come home too.
While I lathered up, I looked over my shoulder to see if Spike was looking. He wasn’t. He wasn’t even in my line of vision anymore. Did he really see me undressing and run away? Most other men would have stopped and stared in awe.
I washed my hair and face, staying a few extra minutes under the water. I needed to steady myself. The reaction I had when I first saw Spike was nothing like the reaction I had toward Brett or any other guy.
I was drawn to Spike like a moth to the flame. There was something so strong and sexy about him. He looked like the kind of guy who would throw me over his shoulder and carry me to his bed at the slightest provocation. What would sleeping with him feel like? Would he be considerate toward my needs? Or would he just take me roughly? Claim me. Possess me.
