Her Mafia Bodyguard

But I’m afraid it’s too late to stop.

“Happy now?” he murmurs, which only makes me drive an elbow into his ribs. Not hard, but enough to get the point across. Then I snuggle in closer, fitting my body to his like we’re a couple of puzzle pieces.

And I wait, eyes closed. Wanting to see what comes next. Never, and I mean ever, have we snuggled up with my ass against his dick without something else happening. He should at least get hard. He always does, even if he doesn’t do anything about it. Though it’s rare that he doesn’t.

Nothing. Not so much as a twitch. Either he’s got something on his mind or he’s not attracted to me anymore.

“You know, I was thinking.” His voice is soft, his mouth close to my ear. “How would you feel about me teaching you self-defense?”

Oh, and I guess I’m not supposed to read anything deeper into that, either. “Like how?” I ask, staring at the wall across the room.

“You know, moves you could use if you ever needed to. I can’t be with you all the time, can I? Unless you like the idea of me following you into the bathroom when we’re out.”

Sure, this is all perfectly normal. Absolutely fine. “Yeah, if you want to. I’m happy to learn anything you want to teach me.” I wiggle my ass a little, trying to be playful, even though my heart’s not in it. “I mean, you’ve already proven what a good teacher you are.”

He snorts, but there’s no humor in it. “Okay. We’ll start tomorrow.”

“You mean today,” I point out.

“Always needing the last word.”

“Do you expect anything else by now?” He chuckles softly, and I think I feel the brief pressure of his lips against my head, but it’s gone so fast I could have imagined it.

No matter what he says, now I know for sure.

There’s some kind of threat out there, and it’s directed at me.

And if I don’t know what it is, what am I supposed to do about it?