#verse. addicted

  “i’m a bodyguard.. we keep lots of secrets.”

--- unholy fucking shit.  

  normally you’d think there’d be a rule about your fucking client walking into your townhouse unannounced, but apparently that rule was out the window today and there was no such thing as personal space - even in your own room. granted, what he was feeling right now was a mixture of arousal - something he shouldn’t have been feeling for his client, as her eyes scanned his body, towards his nine inch length and then towards his abs. was she counting? - and the instant need to unfuck this, but the more she stared and their eyes locked, the more he didn’t want to pull his stare away from her, that was until she went rushing out the door and was yelling from the other side of it. 

“i’m sorry!” 

she apologized, and while he understood why she apologized, she was unaware of what had occured just a few minutes ago, in the bathroom just a few feet away from her. adam was doing far worse. he was imagining how she’d taste on his tongue, his hand working back and forth against his hardened cock, her image in his head at all times. he could feel himself harden all over again.  fuck. she’s still out there. 

the body-guard threw on a pair of sweats, hanging low as he quickly opened the door, finding her on the other side of it. “you’re fine...” he was adamant on not allowing his eyes to scan any part of her body. she was kinsley, his client. the one he had a duty to protect, but god was it become more difficult.  “i’m off-duty today..” he answered the question her heard before, the electricity between them, present, and while he’d never admit, not out loud, not to the rest of his men, he appreciated the few moments he got with her alone. “but...” he didn’t like the idea of going out with her without his comms, his taser, his gun. her life 

“lets order in.” this was normal conversation, yes? this was his normal tone with her, despite the fact that his eyes never left hers, he didn’t dare to take them way from her. i shouldn’t be fucking doing this, his thoughts were loud but he didn’t want to listen, no. he wanted to be buried inside of her. to stop thinking about the professionalism of it all, he wanted to give her the best fucking orgasm kinsley barlow had every fucking received. 

    “i could tell you the same thing..” he whispered against her lips. they had kept things just between them, well this part of it, the sex part. to make things easier on them, they decided to make a fake dating ploy to keep the rest of the bodyguards off their scent and away from them as much as possible. they were suppose to be giving them “privacy.” nonetheless, privacy consisted of them, his friends, the rest of the security team, in the rooms right next to them. his hand went over kinsley mouth, as he drove himself halfway inside of her heat again. adam watched her take him in her and he could have come undone just by the look on her face, the way her lips parted, the rosey ness of her cheeks, the way her neck lulled back against the bed. the man leaned down, sucking on one of her perked nipples, as he eased in and out of her tightness, each stroke making his body burn with pleasure. adam took his hand off of her mouth. fuck it. he wanted to hear her and they were meant to hear, whatever fans were here were meant to hear what was going on between them, and while the rest of the people who were in this thought it was fake, only he and kinney would know it was real. very real. 

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

 most of the time being miss barlow’s bodyguard was easy, there was never any trouble coming from her or around her. most of the time, it was the paparazzi, wanting to know more of her, for other’s to know more of her, wanting to get deep inside her mind. countless of intrusive pictures that sometimes were nothing but could be made into the most biggest of things depending on how they twisted and turned them. every time, every damn time a picture of her found itself into the newspaper, adam wanted to scream, yell even because he felt he had failed. failed protecting her. of course, this all came with being the bodyguard the princess of pennsylvania -- the intrusion, the pictures, that feeling of failure. tonight? tonight adam waited for her outside of a bookshop, car ready for whenever she was ready to leave. he watched as a young man walked in, an eyebrow arching as he made his way to her. sitting down in front of her. she was expecting him? little to nothing was said since he received that text of hers, but what could be said? she was his employer -- and it seemed as if she had already forgotten. still, his eyes never left her and the boy, intrigued as to why she didn’t tell him that she was meeting up with anyone -- more so for protocol, so they didn’t have to worry. like he was now. his leg shook, shaking his head as he looked away to the other side of the street. there, he caught how more cars parked, hiding themselves. he could hear the camera lenses just zooming in on her. “fucking bastard..”  adam muttered to himself, turning off the car and stepping out of the vehicle. he walked towards the bookstore, closing his suit jacket as he did so. he took his phone out of his jacket and quickly texted kinsley. 

lets go. now. 

he watched as she took a glance at the text message, putting the phone back down and in frustration, he rubbed a hand through his face. standing outside of the bookstore. maybe, it was nothing. maybe he was overthinking it and this little bastard hadn’t called the paparazzi here, he thought, the thought leaving about just as fast as it came the more he saw the paparazzi swarming the place. -- or  maybe, just maybe he had. the man walked into the bookstore, heading towards kinsley. “miss barlow..” he cleared his throat, “we're leaving. now.” he wouldn’t so much as look at the young man in front of her. “can you at least let us say fucking goodbye? i just got here, bro. what the fuck.” his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing down on kinsley. what was he suppose to do? throw a jealous tantrum? wait  -- jealous?  adam looked at her one last time, before returning back to the door. he glanced back once, watching as the young man and her stood up from their table. he watched as they stood outside of the door..”just one kiss?” he heard the boy say softly, simultaneously pulling at her, his grip tight.  “c’mon, just one..” adam walked towards them, the paparazzi starting to crowd around them. “stop fucking touching her..” he practically growled at them, pushing kinsley away from him, covering her as he lead her back to the car, slamming the door behind him once she was inside. the bodyguard undid his button before sitting back in the drivers seat, starting the car and driving off almost immediately. he didn’t say a word until they were on the highway. his eyes flashing to her every now and then.  “when i fucking text you to leave. you fucking leave. i can’t do my job when you make it fucking hard and you don’t follow orders. or fucking protocol. what are your parents going to say when the hear about this?” did he really fucking care what her parents had to say? was that really it? fuck, no, but that was the story he was going with. that was the one he was sticking with.