Page 22 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

“What the fuck,” he whispered.

For a second, he just stood there, frozen. Then he whirled to stare at the remaining clothes on the bed: another too-tight pair of slacks and a pair of silk boxers he thought he’d lost months ago.

Six months, to be exact. He had dug these clothes out of storage for the sole purpose of trying to make his bodyguard look at him while they were out. He’d preened all night, letting people do body shots off his abs and finding excuses to flex.

Dominic hadn’t looked at him once. Which only made Austin drink more. By the time they made it home, Dominic had to carry him through the door. Austin’s memory got hazy at this point, but he definitely remembered Dominic making him brush his teeth. He also remembered Dominic kneeling to take off Austin’s shoes.

Austin thought he said something embarrassing to him. A confession of sorts. But his memory was so spotty it could have been a dream.

Apparently not. There was no other reason Dominic would want him in these clothes. Right?

Austin suddenly remembered his time limit and wrenched his jeans off, sliding on the clothes Dominic had brought for him as his mind reeled.

Austin hadn’t even noticed the shirt and pants missing; he had just assumed they’d gone back into storage after being at the dry cleaners. The boxers, he’d been annoyed about. They were some of his favorites. Did Dominic take them out of his laundry basket? He hadn’t made a move on Austin for a year, but he’d take the clothes Austin tried to seduce him in?

Austin grinned to himself and climbed on the bed. He wanted to splay out, drape his body into something sexy. But Dominic had said to kneel, so he knelt. He watched the door, trying not to feel like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home. Although maybe Dominic liked that.

Austin wondered if Dominic was going to make him bark. He didn’t love the idea, but he would do it. He would do a lot of things to be Dominic’s puppy.

He fiddled with his top shirt button, trying to remember how he’d worn it that night. He’d undone a few buttons in the bar, right? He remembered it being hot. Remembered sweating through his awfully tight shirt, getting progressively snippier with each hour that passed without Dominic looking at him.

He undid the first two buttons, his fingers clumsy with excitement. Dominic had been looking. Dominic had stolen his fucking clothes. It had taken six months, but the seduction had worked!

The door opened. Austin dropped his hands and tried to look mysterious and alluring, like his old instincts told him to, but he couldn’t stop grinning. Which absolutely ruined any mystery and probably most of his allure.

“You stole my clothes,” he said, delighted.

Dominic smirked at him from the doorway. An honest-to-god smirk. What else had his bodyguard been hiding from him?

“I can’t believe this,” Austin laughed. “There I was, all sad and pathetic, thinking you didn’t want to look at me. And then you stole my dirty clothes! Please tell me you sniffed them while you jerked off like some sort of creeper.”

Dominic shrugged those big, beautiful shoulders. “Figured it was only fair. Since you spent all night teasing me.”

Austin sat back on his haunches, ignoring the twinge in his thighs. Maybe Dominic was right about needing to stretch more.

“I remember you put me to bed,” Austin said smugly. “Very gentlemanly. I never would have suspected you of stealing my dirty boxers.”

Dominic said nothing. He tucked his hands into his pockets—a move that Austin had never found hot until now—and stalked forward, slow and calculating. He looked Austin up and down, and Austin couldn’t help but flex against the tight fabric. It was just as uncomfortable as last time. But with Dominic’s dark gaze on him, he hardly noticed.

Dominic stopped at the edge of the bed, staring down at him. Even kneeling on the bed like this, Dominic was still taller.

“Do you remember what you said to me when I put you in bed?” Dominic asked, his voice silky, smooth, and full of promise.

Austin went over the embarrassing memories of that drunken night. He didn’t remember what he’d said. He had been grabbing Dominic’s tie and trying to look sexy, but the actual words were gone.

“No,” Austin said, trying to sound teasing instead of nervous. “What’d I say?”

Dominic pinched Austin’s shirt collar. Just the tip, wedged between his thumb and forefinger. Austin leaned in hopefully, but Dominic didn’t slide his hand under his unbuttoned shirt like he wanted. He only stood there, running his fingers curiously over the small patch of fabric.

“You said you’d let me fuck you,” Dominic said. “That I could do whatever I wanted to you. Hold you down. Fold you in half. Anything I wanted. As long as you didn’t have to be in control.”

Austin’s cheeks heated. He looked away with a nervous laugh.

“Shit,” he said. “Really? I must have been pretty fucking wasted…”

He trailed off as Dominic took his chin again, forcing his gaze back up.

“Do you know,” Dominic asked quietly, “how hard it was not to fuck you that night?”