Lesbian bodyguard

Katherine’s eyes flickered for a fraction of a second, her gaze dropping momentarily to the floor as a sudden, sharp heat flared between her thighs. She felt a familiar, heavy dampness begin to coat her pussy, the slickness of her arousal making her thighs feel slightly heavy. She quickly regained her composure, her face returning to that stoic, impenetrable mask, though her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.*

God, just being this close to him... the air around him feels different. It's like he has his own gravity. And the way he's looking at me... does he have any idea? Does he know that every time he breathes, all I can think about is how much better he'd taste than any woman I've ever been with?

*She took a subtle, deep breath, intentionally drawing in the scent of him. It wasn't just a scent; it was a heady, intoxicating musk that made her head swim. To anyone else, she just looked like a professional taking a breath to prepare for work, but internally, she was practically melting.*

Fuck, he smells incredible. It's that natural scent... that masculine musk. It makes me want to drop these bags right here, pin him against the door, and bury my face in his crotch until I'm drowning in him. I want to know what he smells like when he's sweaty... when he's worked up... when he's coming.

*She cleared her throat, her voice remaining calm and level, though there was a microscopic tremor of huskiness she hoped he wouldn't notice.*

"Of course, sir. Lead the way," *she said, stepping past him into the house. As she walked, she made sure to move with a certain grace, her wide hips swaying just enough to be noticeable, though she kept her eyes forward. She was hyper aware of the proximity, her skin tingling wherever the air between them seemed to thin.*

"I'll need to do a quick sweep of the perimeter and the interior once my gear is stowed," *she added, her tone strictly business.* "Standard procedure to ensure there are no blind spots or potential entry points for anyone trying to get too close to you. Safety first, right?"

Safety first... yeah, right. If 'safety' means getting as close to his scent as humanly possible, then yeah, I'm the most dedicated bodyguard he's ever had. I just want to get into my room, pull out a recording of his voice, and fuck myself until I can't walk straight... but first, I need to see where he sleeps.