Booty Call (Forbidden Bodyguards Book 2) by Ainsley Booth Page A

and I’m swearing under my breath, because my heart is already across the street and punching in her security code, and that can’t happen.
    One of these days just might have been tonight, if I wasn’t stupid.

    S: I deserve to go home and have a cold shower. You’re fucking gorgeous. I’ll be less of an ass tomorrow.
    A: Then maybe we can hang out tomorrow nite
    S: I’m going to hold you to that
    A: Hold me however you want…once you’re out of the doghouse

    Fuck. I shake my head and laugh as I head back to my vehicle.

—fifteen—  

    Alison

    I wait until the next day to message Corey. I’m tempted not to at all, but we’ve got another month of class together, and I don’t want it to be more awkward than it needs to be.
    He doesn’t reply.
    That’s fine.
    I get some reading in over breakfast, then Hailey texts and asks me if I want to go to yoga with her and Tegan. I pass, but it reminds me that the most cardio I’ve done in a week is grinding against Scott’s leg last night, and I throw on my running shoes. I kept off the freshman fifteen by diligently logging the miles, but in the last year and a half, my running has fallen down the priority list.
    Those ramen noodles won’t work themselves off.
    When I get home, I throw myself into the shower, which makes me think of Scott last night. He’d said he’d go home and take a cold shower.
    I hope he didn’t. I hope he got himself off instead. My skin flushes, nothing to do with the hot water beating down on me, as I picture him naked. Hard. Holding himself.
    My hand slips between my legs, over my trimmed curls, and into the slippery wetness that spontaneously happens whenever I think of him.
    All those muscles straining…would he lean forward, brace himself against the wall as his hand moved faster? I rub my clit and close my eyes, picturing him jerking off on his bed instead. Laying on his back, watching me through almost-closed eyes as I perch between his legs and tell him to make himself come. Tell him I want to taste it once he does.
    My cheeks burn at the idea.
    Maybe tonight I’ll invite him over so I can give him a blow job.
    Then I’ll crawl into his lap and ride his hand again. I try to slide two fingers into myself, but it’s not the same. His touch lights me up in a way I can’t replicate, so I don’t try. I find my clit again and roll two fingers over it now, imagining they’re the thick pad of his thumb. That he’s right beneath me, teasing me with his cock.
    I want him inside me like I’ve wanted nothing else in my entire life. I start to clench for him, clench at nothing, and the ache of that sends me spinning into a bright, hungry climax that makes me shudder and quake, but still leaves me wanting more.
    I slump to the floor of the shower and tip my face into the water.
    Good Lord. I hope he’s not busy tonight.
    He’s going to get a hell of a text once I’ve finished my International Relations crib notes.

—sixteen—  

    Scott

    9:05 pm.
    That’s what the time on my phone reads when Ali texts me. The time when I realize, this is actually happening. We’ve danced around it for ages, but now we see each other, truly, and we still dig each other.

    A: I’ve been studying all day.
    S: Good girl.
    A: I have been. Worked really hard. And now…

    My heart thuds in my chest. My cock thickens, straining at my fly.

    S: Now?
    A: Wanna come over?

    I’m at her door twenty minutes later. She answers in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.
    “Hey,” she says, and that’s as much conversation as is going to happen before I’m balls deep in her.
    Maybe.
    Fuck, I’m nervous. I’ve run into gunfights with more confidence than I have as I peel off her shirt, baring a black satin bra that’s simple and fancy as fuck at the same time.
    I’m not sure if I can take her virginity, but I can sure as hell make her come again. Christ, I’ve missed the feel of her clenching hard around my