His Two-Faced Sexy Bodyguard

Chapter 6 Drunk and Made Love!

Bam!

A loud crash echoed through the room.

Hanson rolled off the bed.

Ashley swore she hadn't meant to kick him out of bed! But now that it had happened, maybe she should just be thankful that Hanson was out cold. If he were awake, she was sure she'd pay dearly for this.

After all, this was Hanson Gardner, the untouchable tycoon of New York, someone no one dared cross!

Lying on the floor, Hanson made no move.

Ashley's heart raced with fear.

The thud of his fall had been worryingly loud.

Had he been hurt?

Panicked by the thought, Ashley scrambled off the bed to check on him.

Hanson was sprawled on the floor, his eyes shut tight, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling sharply. He seemed to be in discomfort.

Concerned, Ashley leaned over to investigate.

Suddenly, her wrist was seized with a vice-like grip. Hanson's strength was immense, his fingers like pincers, clamping down hard on her wrist.

Ashley was startled, her reflexes kicking in as she instinctively struck him on the back of his neck.

Hanson grunted, then passed out.

She hadn't expected him to be so rude after getting drunk!

Ashley was a bit grossed out and pretty annoyed. She thought for a second, then decided the best course of action was to drag him to the shower to snap him out of his drunken stupor.

With what felt like a herculean effort, Ashley managed to drag Hanson into the bathroom and prop him into the tub.

The lighting in the bathroom was a soft, golden hue that somehow made Hanson's already handsome features look even more enchanting.

Ashley couldn't help but gaze at him.

With his arched eyebrows and deep-set eyes, the contours of his face were striking. And his lips seemed to exude a natural allure, tempting and good-looking.

Ashley caught herself getting lost in the sight of him.

Shaking her head to clear it, she turned on the showerhead.

A stream of cool water cascaded down, rousing Hanson back to consciousness. He murmured something under his breath.

"Don't... don't take my mom away...

Don't leave me... it's so cold..."

Hanson's eyes remained closed as he slowly curled up into a fetal position, a pained expression washing over his face for the first time.

Ashley's brow furrowed slightly. In her quest to dig into Larry's case, she had come across Hanson's past. Rumor had it that his mother had been committed to a mental institution when he was very young and that, as a little boy, he had been left without a mother...

Considering this, Ashley felt a twinge of pain in her heart, and she instinctively reached out to embrace Hanson.

The cold water helped to quell the heat ravaging Hanson's body, but he could barely muster the strength to open his eyes.

In a hazy state, he vaguely sensed the warmth of a body pressed tightly against him, which felt oddly comforting. Cracking his eyes open just a sliver, he instinctively moved closer.

The warm body stiffened for a moment and then tried to pull away.

But Hanson wasn't having it. His long arm shot out, taking a firm hold of Ashley's arm and pulling her forcefully into his embrace.

Caught off guard, Ashley fell with a splash into the bathtub.

Choking on a few mouthfuls of water and feeling somewhat woozy, she realized her clothes were thoroughly soaked as she struggled to get out of the tub. However, Hanson's arms wrapped around her waist, his burning-hot palm sliding along her waistband, sending shivers down her spine.

Hanson squinted his eyes slightly as if trying to see the person before him clearly. In his befuddled state, the image of Ashley's face seemed to merge with that of the stunning figure he had glimpsed at the party.

"It's you..." he murmured before moving in for a kiss.

Startled, Ashley turned her head, causing Hanson's lips to land on her neck instead. His breath was scorching, with each kiss trailed by a light nip that seemed to chastise her for trying to dodge him.

It felt like fire wherever he touched. Ashley wanted to struggle, but her body felt as if it had been drained of all strength. The bandages that had been wrapped around her breast were now strangely loose, her wet clothes forming two distinct points as her n*****s got erect. With each struggle, there was a subtle undulation beneath the fabric, like ripples across the surface of the water.

Hanson's hand, traveling up along the curve of her waist, captured one of her n*****s between his fingers.

Ashley felt an electric tingle spreading from her chest outwards, a sensation so intense she couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Although Ashley hadn't drunk a drop, her head was spinning as if she were intoxicated; her whole body felt as though it was ablaze.

In the midst of her struggle, she somehow found herself straddling Hanson; their bodies pressed close against each other. The undeniable heat of Hanson's hard private part cut through her daze, evoking memories of a certain impressive sight she had once accidentally seen. With each moment, her resistance waned, replaced by a burgeoning anticipation she couldn't quite name.

Her clothes slipped to the waist, her boobs exposed, her n*****s pink and alluring.

Hanson's breathing suddenly grew heavy, and his gaze turned dangerously intense. Lowering his head, he sucked her erect n*****s.

Ashley tensed up in an instant, her chest rising unconsciously as if inviting him to have a taste.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and suddenly, she felt a coolness below; her pants had been slipped off. Hanson's hand was on her waist, his d**k rubbing up against her c**t, causing Ashley to let out a soft moan.

"No... Ah..." Unfamiliar pleasure swept over Ashley. Before she could react and reject, she was overwhelmed by pleasure, and her head instantly went blank. Letting out a moan, she had to let her body tremble gently with the sensation of thrill that came from both the upper and lower parts. She felt like a small boat, floating and tumbling in this wave of lust...